A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

The night Mr. Bo said was really late.

Around eleven o'clock, Bao Jinghan had just hung up on Lu Yan's phone, and when he was lowering his head to organize various messy documents on the table, the mobile phone at hand vibrated again.

The cold but gentle photo of Bo Junchen flickered on the screen.

The file tape in his hand slipped to the ground.

Because there was no time to seal it, a few pieces of pale yellow paper with a sense of age emerged from the mouth of the document bag.

On the top is a series of dense handwritten cursive letters.

There are only two Chinese characters, which are circled and stand out prominently.

——Sheng Qing!

Bao Jinghan quickly knelt down and picked up the file bag, and sealed it.

And quickly took out several confidential documents from the dense pile of documents on the desktop, opened the safe hidden in the bookcase behind him, put the documents in and put them away.

Only then did he answer the phone.

One breath, one breath.

The sound of low and subtle breathing is transmitted from the earpiece to the ear.

Bao Jinghan didn't speak, neither did the person on the other end of the phone.

The two of them stood in a stalemate for about a minute. On the other end, the deep and elegant voice slowly turned into musical notes, gently knocking on Bao Jinghan's eardrum, triggering a series of sensitive auditory nerves, which were sent to the brain. nerve center.

"Hanhan, I'm back!"

After a pause, the man spoke with the same speed and tone as before, and said directly: "I'm outside the door, come out with me to blow some air."

Hearing the sound, Bao Jinghan, who had been silent all this time, only said one word, "Okay."

……

The headlights outside the main house turned on when Bao Jinghan went out.

Under the stairs, Bo Junchen's low-key and luxurious driving seat was parked there.

Seeing her appear, he opened the car door.

The night was intertwined with the lights, and Bao Junchen, who had passed the car, stood in the night, opened the door of the passenger seat, and gestured to Bao Jinghan, who was dressed simply under the light.

"Come here, get in the car."

The simple two words are like the instructions set by the program.

It sounds calm, but there is a faint strength that cannot be defied.

Bao Jinghan looked at him with a calm expression on his face.

Half a second later, she stopped driving, looked at the driver's seat behind him, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, raised her eyebrows, and got into the car without saying anything.

Sit down and buckle up your seat belt.

Bao Jinghan is like a robot that carries out orders. He doesn't fight, ask questions, or speak, let alone question him.Just doing familiar things step by step, until he drove away from the manor, he didn't say a word.

The same goes for Bo Junchen.

The night was silent.

On the road outside the manor, there was basically no sound except for a few cars passing by occasionally.

Bao Jinghan lowered the temperature of the air conditioner in the car, tilted his face, and looked at the shadows of trees receding outside the window, and the dark streamlines drawn in his eyes.

Suddenly, a champagne-colored car suddenly appeared in the night, seeming to be chasing their car, slowly approaching the car.

And Bo Junchen stepped on the accelerator without haste.

The two cars were galloping on the wide and silent road, chasing and biting each other like two beasts with astonishing speed.

Who is this?

Bao Jinghan squinted his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror. His heart, which was already full of doubts and could not be calmed down, was filled with more than one question at this moment.

But Bo Junchen was always calm and calm.

It was as calm and composed as if the car chasing him was a friend he had arranged to get stuck in traffic!