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

"You dare to hit me?!"

"I hate violence! But..."

After receiving the wet tissue from Xue Ying, Bao Jinghan wiped off his fingers one by one, clenched the tissue into a ball, threw it away and smashed it on Cen Jingsong's face, and quietly finished the turning point: "I hate people even more. , insulting those around me."

"You keep saying that this is cheap, that is cheap, how much more noble are you than us?" Raising her eyebrows, Bao Jinghan looked down at her, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, full of disdain: "It seems that I should make you understand. Now you don't have any qualifications to negotiate terms with me. Do you have any money... I don't need money, so you can't afford it even if I make an offer. Even if you eat three meals a day and stay with big shots from all walks of life around the clock In my eyes, sports and search are just the fraction after the decimal point. I forgot to introduce, the one who took you as the background picture in the selfie today is the jewel in the palm of Qiao's industry. I don't need to elaborate on this weight Have you made it clear? However, you are lucky to have a photo with the real noble daughter. Do you want me to upload it to your mobile phone so that you can show off to your big bosses? hehe……"

"What did you say!"

Cen Jingsong was dumbfounded, and she shook her head vigorously: "No, it's impossible, you think I'll believe you if you make up something casually? That little girl with a bigger fart has one thing that can be sold all over her body." You don’t have any luxury goods, so why are you talking about the daughter of Qiao’s Industry? Pooh, pigs don’t even believe it!”

"So you don't believe it either."

Bao Jinghan answered calmly, and before Cen Jingsong could react, she squatted down slowly and frivolously scraped her red and swollen cheeks with the tips of her nails.When the fingertips scratched the hot and hot face, there was an inexplicable numbness, and a slight suffocation that could not be described.But the sense of danger coming to her face made her tremble unconsciously.

"Don't get angry, don't yell at me. I like obedient guys better, and I always eat soft rather than hard."

Fingertips are still lingering on her cheeks, but Cen Jingsong is like a stunned piece of wood at the moment, forgetting to resist, letting Bao Jinghan play with and draw her face toys.And that moving voice, from between the crimson lips, overflowed gently and gently.

Every word, every sentence is very clear: "I am also teaching you, teaching you how to recognize the status quo. Not everyone is as vain as you. In the eyes of expensive things, package yourself into something that can be evaluated by money. Just like you... your outfit is worth this amount."

Bao Jinghan stretched out his other hand, spread his five fingers, and waved it in front of Cen Jingsong: "From top to bottom, armed to the teeth, you are worth 50. So those who like to play small stars can know your bottom line at a glance." Where is it? And you are used to using this bottom line to evaluate others, but you don't know that truly noble people never take these so-called extravagant things seriously!"