At that time, the adoption of a child was not an uncommon thing in a large family.

Huo Shiyan was the one who was adopted, so no one deliberately investigated who Xiaobai's parents were.

Bo Hanshen raised Xiaobai like this, raised him until he was five years old, but never hid Xiaobai, who his biological mother was, occasionally Xiaobai would secretly go to see Huo Shiyan, and would think of his mother thinking of hiding in the quilt and crying.

Half a year ago, Huo Shiyan married into the Bo family, and Xiaobai was finally able to call her mother, which was his happiest time.

But later, he found out that his mother didn't like him.

I don't like dad either.

Xiaobai blinked, forced the tears back, and returned to that indifferent little cool face, and said seriously:

"Sand got into my eyes just now, and if any fragile emotions accidentally leaked out, you must have read it wrong."

Bo Han smiled deeply, although he couldn't love him as much as he loved Huo Shiyan, but Xiaobai was second only to Huo Shiyan to him, and he was the person he loved.

The man rubbed Xiaobai's head and smiled lowly, "Stinky boy, you love face so much?" ”

Xiaobai was silent for a while, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was entangled.

He glanced at Bo Hanshen several times, and couldn't help but ask again, "My mother, did she really confess to you?" ”

Speaking of this, Bo Hanshen, the president of the dignified international Bo Consortium, couldn't help but feel stunned for a while, completely losing his usual calm and indifference, "Of course, what am I lying to you for?" I knew she loved me so much, so I recorded it at the time......"

Xiaobai ignored his father and ran the train with his mouth full, and if he didn't pay attention to his words, he only pulled his little eyebrows and asked seriously, "Are you... How? ”

Without waiting for Bo Hanshen to answer, at this time, the door was suddenly opened, and Huo Shiyan's slightly trembling voice came: "...... Small, white? ”

The two people in the room were stunned.

The boy pursed his blushing little mouth, his delicate fair face collapsed, and his eyelashes curled like crow's feathers drooped, and he did not dare to look at her, lest he would see disgust for him on her face.

Bo Hanshen also trembled in his heart.

Suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, but found that Huo Shiyan had nothing but a slight surprise on his face, and some complex emotions that he couldn't understand, and he didn't seem to hear their conversation.

Bo Han pursed her thin lips deeply, not knowing whether to be happy or disappointed, she didn't hear those words.

Huo Shiyan didn't have time to care about their expressions, she stood there, looking at the little boy sitting on the bed, suddenly stepped forward, hugged the boy in her arms, closed her eyes, and her voice trembled:

“...... Xiaobai, my Xiaobai. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was wrong, my mother was really wrong, can you forgive me? ”

The last time she saw Xiaobai in her previous life was after she and Bo Hanshen divorced.

In just one year after the divorce, the little white who loved to laugh became an indifferent and cold teenager.

He leaned against the wall, smoked a cigarette, and asked her coldly:

"It's an adopted son who can be abandoned at will, and he doesn't take any responsibility, right? ...... I know you hate me, in fact, I don't mean you to be my mother at all, I have the name of a mother, it is better not to have you as a mother. It's good to be relieved now. ”

The young man's eyes were full of indifferent disgust and hatred.

Huo Shiyan felt a pain in her heart at that time, and she couldn't tell what kind of emotion this was.

But later I learned that after seven years of marriage, she not only fell in love with Bo Hanshen, but also regarded Xiaobai as her son, but unfortunately she knew it too late and too late.