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

"Xin'er, Xizi!"

After calling the two of them, Bao Jinghan shook his head suggestively.

Then, she turned her head to look at Jia He, who was so angry that she wanted to pass out. From the corner of her eye, she passed by the weeping nephew Jia and the pale Cen Jingsong who seemed to have lost her soul. She didn't stop, and only called Jia. Uncle, he said calmly: "You are a sensible person. I only asked you to wash the floor on the phone just now, but I forgot to tell you the ins and outs of the matter. This Miss Cen Jing Song Cen, when she was in the elevator , argued with someone, bumped into Qiao Xin, had a little quarrel, and wanted to hit someone without saying a word. Qiao Xin slapped her in self-defense, and then threatened to bring someone to kill her Us. Hehe... Then, your nephew, he might be Ms. Cen's boyfriend, or a male friend? He came with a bunch of gangsters, rushed in the door without saying anything, and made people control the crowd A clerk destroyed the monitoring system in the store. Someone took advantage of the female clerk, and someone beat up the male clerk. The manager stopped him, and his nephew immediately beat the manager. I couldn't stand it, so my bodyguard, namely The rich second-generation boy your nephew kept calling, helped that manager..."

Bo Jinghan described the whole thing in an orderly manner.

The tone sounded extremely peaceful, and it could even be said to be calm, with no emotion at all.

But between these words, there is a sharp edge, secretly emerging.

This made Jia He, who bowed his head and listened, feel more anxious and headache the more he listened.

Not to mention the buzzing and tingling of his ears, his teeth chattered unconsciously.

Especially when he heard that this nephew... no, this ancestor, even blatantly revealed his name and called for someone to rescue him, his heart that had just relaxed was instantly dropped.Like a boulder, hanging on a strand of hair, shaking.

His complexion was also wonderful, white and then red, red and blue, blue and black, and finally turned gray, lost blood, more decadent.

"Is that so?"

After hearing this, Jia He turned around stiffly, and asked his nephew who was paralyzed on the ground and screaming like gossamer.

His voice was very soft, and it sounded very weak.

However, it wasn't that he wasn't annoyed, but that he was really exhausted from anger.

But nephew Jia, a big pig, thought that Jia He would not scold him angrily, but to help him again, so with his last breath, he stretched out his hand to hug Jia He's thigh, nodded like a pug, and only lost his tail. Shaked up.

"Yes, Uncle. This little bitch is right. I smashed the store and beat up the people! I just want them to see, I, Jia—"

"Hold!"

Anxious Jia He, ignoring his usual mask of a tiger-like smile, cursed abusively in a fit of rage.At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked his stupid nephew who was holding him, "I don't have a stupid nephew like you! You are capable, you are ruthless, you are my uncle, right? I can't keep you anymore, let's go according to the procedure! A bastard like you should be sent to the cell and reformed to know what to do! Xiao Song, handcuffed and taken away!"

"Yes!"

The confidant stood at attention and saluted.

With a wink, he gave the subordinate next to him, who took out the gleaming handcuffs and fastened Nephew Jia, who was lying on the ground...