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

Knock, knock, knock!

Teeth fight.

Liu Mengru raised her head in horror and looked at Bao Jinghan.

There was panic and panic hidden in his eyes, and more mixed with a little indescribable confusion.

A pair of charming eyes, originally staring wide, but because she squinted to identify Bao Jinghan, the light in her eyes slowly narrowed, and she looked around carefully as if probing.

"Who... are you? Are... who..."

murmured.

Lipstick dyed crimson, revealing the powerless paleness in the original color.

Liu Mengru lifted her lips slightly, skipping word by word to express the suspicion in her heart.

And those eyes, although they had been staring at Bao Jinghan all the time, seemed to have found the focus at all, and just looked at it purely and intently.

"who I am?"

Slow down the syllable.

Bao Jinghan bit down every word, lowered his eyes, and looked down at her from above.

The hand that was gripping Liu Mengru's hair did not relax at all, and continued to lure her with that extraordinarily gloomy but cool voice: "Liu Mengru, take a closer look. Tell me, tell me... …who I am!"

The fingers that were pulling her hair, exerted force again, and even pulled Liu Mengru's hair up.

Bao Jinghan stared at him contemptuously, and continued to repeat what he had said before.

Liu Mengru was pressed tightly, and the original few words of fear in her heart were magnified infinitely in this sense of pressure.

But her mouth seemed to be stuck with some kind of super glue, and it couldn't be separated no matter what.

She seemed to be forced into a dead corner, and all she needed was a cold look from Bao Jinghan to lock her up in fright.

"You...you won't be her, no!"

"Who is it? I won't be who!"

Watching Liu Mengru keep shaking her head, Bao Jinghan simply waved her hand, and Lu Yan in the monitoring room promptly asked someone to turn on the spotlight above Bao Jinghan's head.

The pale light rested directly on top of Bao Jinghan's head, enclosing her whole body in a beam of light and shadow.

Bao Jinghan smiled lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain, which made Liu Mengru's heart tremble.

this face...

She, she is—

The answer that was about to come out went around several times in Liu Mengru's mentally confused mind.

But there was still a sliver of reason that held her throat that was about to scream.

"Bo Jinghan, you bitch! You are Bao Jinghan!"

"You... what do you want to do? You can't do this to me!"

"I am your mother, I am Ye Tengda's wife!!!"

"..."

Messy and broken words were drawn from Liu Mengru's lips and teeth.

The voice trembled.

Even her breathing trembled a little.

And her hands were tightly clutching the skirts of her clothes at this moment, as if she was seeking protection and comfort.

She wanted to get up, but as soon as she moved, the rope behind her leg and the chair tied together fell down and pressed on her calf, causing her tears to burst into tears, but she couldn't move. He could only grit his teeth and stare at Bao Jinghan angrily, resisting the humiliation and feeling panicked.

Yes, panic!

Not only because of the inexplicable, chilling 'magic sound', which echoed in the room like a reminder, but also because the sound reminded her of resigning to her fate one by one, and a portrait of a woman in front of her. figure of...

"Not me, not me—"