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

The faint light shone on her fair cheeks, which were slightly stained with a pale whiteness.

It looked extraordinarily gloomy in the night.

Bao Jinghan, who had been holding the mobile phone in his arm, maintained this posture so stiffly.

The screen light has long since gone out.

And she was still looking up, her gaze seemed to be looking at the phone, but it seemed to be looking at the person who sent the message through the phone, a little confused and fuzzy.

It wasn't until her arm went numb and the phone slipped from her hand and hit herself that she suddenly recovered from that contemplation.

Yeah!

I was startled.

Bao Jinghan took a slight breath, then quickly shook off the messy thoughts in his head, and tried to move his numb arms.

After that, she stood up, stood in front of the beauty's couch, facing the French window curtain wall with the curtains tightly closed, and continued to move her arms, but she kept sorting out doubts in her mind.

Lu Yan's sudden disappearance.

Uncle's whimsical invitation.

Ivan's inexplicable words on the phone.

And the lyric text message she just received.

……

The next morning.

Rarely did Bao Jinghan not get up by himself, but was woken up by a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Bao Jinghan, who didn't know when she fell asleep last night, woke up and found that she was sitting on the floor, leaning against the edge of the beauty's couch, and fell asleep on her stomach.

When she came together like this, it seemed that none of the bones in her body belonged to her.

This feeling is worse than a hangover!

In addition, she had been thinking about things with a lot of thoughts last night, and then had nightmares all night one after another. Her head seemed to be about to explode, and it hurt so badly!

Bo Jinghan leaned on the edge of the beauty's couch lazily with his head tilted, pressing his temple with one hand.The other arm was numb from sleeping on its side, and now it can only be laid flat on the side of the couch, and let it rest for a while.

"Miss, good morning."

Accompanied by the prompt to open the door, the boy who hadn't heard it for a few days got into his ears.

Bao Jinghan raised his head and looked towards the door standing there, his eyes were a little helpless and a little stunned, and he was also looking at her Aze, curled the corners of his mouth bitterly, and said "Good morning" to him in a hoarse voice.

After a pause, he continued: "Ah Ze, don't you need to adjust the time difference when you just came back? You...are too dedicated to your job!"

"This is what I should do."

Ze understood Bao Jinghan's sympathy, and it was because of this silent sympathy and care that he cared more for this little master.

Approaching with steady and graceful steps, Aze bent slightly and stretched out his hand towards her.

The hand in the white velvet glove has slender and even fingers, and the palm has a golden ratio to the fingers.

Even if it is wrapped in gloves, you can't see its original beauty.

Handed it to her eyes.

Then, his clear voice, like gurgling hot spring water, warmed the ears: "It's a good thing I'm back. I knew that Blood Eagle couldn't take care of you, and you... never took care of your self-awareness! "

Based on Aze's understanding of her living habits.

From the moment he entered the door and saw her sitting on the floor, he knew that Bao Jinghan must have been sitting here last night, sleeping on the beauty couch all night!

"Yeah, you are so good at taking care of people. So I got used to your care, and suddenly without you, my life seems to be a mess!"

Bao Jinghan said jokingly, and passed his hand to him, and gently placed it on his white glove.

With his strength, he stood up.