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

In the mirror, Sheng Qing's handsome face was the same as before.

The skin color is no longer the wheat color in memory, but the bloodless pale deep in memory.His facial features are still very three-dimensional, and the outline of his face is as sharp as he remembers.It made his whole body exude a sunny breath, with a bit of masculine toughness.

The crimson lips are slightly raised.

He was in the crowd, smiling at her.

But that smile did not enter the eyes at all, it was cold and unfeeling.And his eyes, which were once full of sunshine and looked warm to everyone, have lost the brilliance of the past, and there is no despair staring into nothingness deep in the memory.But Bao Jinghan read a kind of horror from his eyes, a kind of gloomy and treacherous that made her horrified.

in the mirror.

He suddenly reached out his hand to his lips, and by quietly raising it, he made a stop gesture to her!

What means?

Bao Jinghan looked at the mirror blankly, turned his back to the crowd, and confronted the figure of Na Lun in the mirror.

After a long time, the figure in the mirror disappeared without a sound.

She turned her head abruptly and searched among the crowd.

The water droplets wet her hair, slowly slid down her cheeks, and stained the skirt of her clothes.

Bao Jinghan froze there, motionless.

But the fear that spread from the bottom of her heart tightly wrapped her heart and slowly rose up, as if to engulf her whole body in that fear.

She seemed to have lost all her strength, and then fell into a repeated nightmare...

"Sister Bo!"

"Jing Han!"

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

Qiao Xin struggled to support the crumbling Bao Jinghan and carried her full weight to ensure that she did not fall to the ground.And Lu Yan also came over in time, and hugged her in a coma.

"Jing Han? Jing Han?"

Lu Yan called her tentatively, reaching out to wipe off the cold sweat and drops of water on her forehead.

Seeing his nervous eyes, Qiao Xin was a little at a loss: "Lu Shizi, I don't know what happened to Sister Bo. She really didn't vomit anything just now, she just kept retching. I wanted to send She went back to her room to rest, but she didn't know why, she just stared at the mirror, and her face became more and more ugly. I wanted to call her, but she suddenly turned around, as if... Yes, she seemed to be in the crowd Who are you looking for here!"

As she said that, Qiao Xin also glanced at the crowd crowded outside to watch the excitement, but she didn't find anyone familiar or particularly prominent among these people.

Lu Yan also glanced at the crowd, but found nothing special.

But he knew that Qiao Xin's eyes were very poisonous, and Bao Jinghan would not do such small tricks for no reason.

But all of this may not be known until Jing Han wakes up.

Lowering her eyes, Lu Yan turned her face to look at Qiao Xin, and thanked her in a low voice: "I know, this has nothing to do with you. Qiao Xin, thank you for helping me take care of her. You can tell my elder brother and the others that I will take her upstairs first." .”

"Okay, hurry up and send Sister Bo up and let her have a good rest. She must have been frightened too. I didn't dare to watch the scene, so I glanced at it quietly. Before I could pay attention, Sister Bo... ..."

In the middle of speaking, Qiao Xin bit her lip and didn't say any more.

She just raised her face and watched Lu Yan leave before turning back.

But before she got close to Young Master Qiao and others surrounded by the isolation zone, she suddenly felt a hand poking past her——