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

Subtle hints emerge from subtle movements.

In just a few seconds, Mr. Bo looked away and said to his assistant, "I have something to talk to this gentleman. After the talk, I'll go back and find you guys!"

This assistant's full name is Yan Ao.

He is Bo Feiyang's personal assistant. According to his seniority, he is not as good as Bo Lao's personal butler who stayed in France, but he can definitely be regarded as a right-hand assistant.There are a lot of things that Mr. Bo is not convenient to come out to, so he will handle them.It is no exaggeration to say that Bo Lao's trust in him is no less than that in Bo Junchen.

His status in the Bo family is not low.

Even Bao Jinghan would respect him and call him Brother Ao.

In this way, he paid more attention to the Bo family, and was shocked when he saw the man in front of him who had a similar portrait to Bao Jinghan.

The fierce looking eyes suddenly stared up.

Looking straight at the man who was only a few steps away from him, he opened his mouth slightly.

"Don't look, go and look at those two little guys."

"But... old man, he, he..."

"He, he, what? Hurry up!"

Without waiting for his assistant Yan Aoxu's sensitive thoughts, Mr. Bo ordered sternly: "In three seconds, I want to see you enter the door. The countdown is now, three, two, one..."

Boom!

A gust of wind swept the corridor.

Like a hurried march, Yan Ao disappeared behind the door of the box where Mengbao was.

The warm and exquisitely decorated corridors return to the tranquility of the past.

The faint aroma of coffee lingers in the air.

Chi Jun dismissed his subordinates dressed as waiters, and stood face to face with Mr. Bo, sizing each other up.

Calculated, this should be the first time he saw Bo Feiyang so close.

This one, who is related to him by blood, but can't recognize each other—grandpa!

"Young man, although I don't know who you are, I am very familiar with your face. I have seen it three times in total. Once, someone deliberately framed my granddaughter and sent a disc to the police station. You are in the film. Protagonist. The second time I saw you was from the surveillance video on the corner of the street. You took away the evidence my granddaughter had been looking for. This time, it’s the third time! Hehe, of course, I also know someone who grew up with you There must be at least seven or eight similar people, and the age should be about the same. So, do you think we are destined?"

After a pause, Mr. Bo hooked the corners of his mouth meaningfully, slightly raised his hand and pointed at the door of the private room beside him, and asked again: "Is it convenient to go in and have a chat? If I'm not wrong, what I just said, People who are [-]% or [-]% similar to you should be in there, right?"

"Old Mr. Bo—"

"Forget it, young man, I don't want to hear any explanation from you now. I, Bo Feiyang, always only believe what my family says!"

With a wave of his hand, Mr. Bo stopped Chi Jun who was about to speak, turned his eyes to look at him, then walked to the private room with the closed door without looking back, stretched out his hand and opened the door...

in the door.

Bao Jinghan was holding a cup of coffee, leaning against the window and looking at the alley with white walls and black tiles, covered with layers of green creepers, and the unique beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, slightly lost in thought.

Hearing the movement, she said softly without turning her head: "Brother, you change your clothes very slowly."

Before the words settled down, Bao Jinghan was about to turn his head when he heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice coming from the direction of the door.

Vicissitudes, low and dumb, but full of majesty without anger.