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

"Grandpa, I don't have the key. I put it in a very safe place. Don't worry, I will never lose it. What I am doing now, I will never leave it behind, seriously Done. I will give you an answer sheet to let you rest assured that you are satisfied. As for the key, I will not do any investigation for the time being. I also believe that you love me. Because of this, I am afraid that it will Threatening you, so I will keep this one until the day you can tell me the story behind this key, and I will naturally give it to you!"

After finishing speaking, Bao Jinghan silently made a gesture of "sorry" with his lips, walked past Bo Lao, and walked quickly towards the door.

Leave a tight and straight back.

With confidence.

But in Bo Lao's view, she was relying on her own ability to withstand external pressure!

"Hanhan, if you don't listen to me, you will regret it sooner or later..."

Bao Jinghan's answer was the sound of the door closing softly.

The buckle twists.

Bo Lao looked at the heavy wooden door of the study, opening and closing it again.

His gaze was fixed on the door, looking at the silver doorknob, which turned gently as the door closed and locked.

Dazed for a long time.

He returned to God from his contemplation, and looked away.

Turning around, his eyes involuntarily fell on the table again, fixed on a palm-sized agarwood wooden box.

The slightly slack eyelids drooped slightly.

While staring, he sighed deeply, and murmured as if sighing: "Could it be...is this really the fate of the Bo family?"

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Coming out of the study, the tense string in Bao Jinghan's mind snapped.

There was no grandfather's gaze behind her, so she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But my heart is still up and down, a little uneasy.

In fact, that key was like a puzzle to her, it didn't matter if she didn't touch it, at most she was a little curious.

But for some reason, as soon as she thought of the look in her grandfather's eyes, and what Shang Zhirong and Quan Leng said when they handed it over to her, besides curiosity, she felt an extra sense of uneasiness.

It was that thought that guided her again, telling her repeatedly that she could not hand over the key.

It seems that as long as this is handed over, something dangerous will happen.

key, key...

Bao Jinghan stood at the stairs, holding on to the escalator with one hand, and leaning on the railing with the other slightly clenched into a fist.

She closed her eyes slightly, and two completely different keys appeared in her mind.

One has a serial number written on it, while the other looks like a beautiful ornament.

These two things have nothing in common, making it impossible to link them together, but whether it is the entrustment given to the two by the grandfather or the mother, in her opinion, they are the shackles that link them together.

And where is the keyhole of this shackle?

The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

Bao Jinghan shook his head vigorously, shook off the swollen thoughts in his head, and walked upstairs.

She wanted to go back to the study to deal with things.

Just as he was about to enter the door, he remembered what the maid had said before.

Immediately turned around, went up another floor, and came to the guest room where Lu Yan lived.

After a moment of hesitation, she opened the door and went in—

"Snapped!"

Turn on the lights.

One room is bright.

Clean and tidy room, the same layout as the other rooms.

Standing at the door, everything in this room is clear enough.

Walking in, she looked for the traces left by Lu Yan, such as a pen on the bed, a water glass, and...a tie in the middle of the bed, and a piece of paper under the tie.