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

His eyes squinted at him with a hint of provocation.

The smile on the corner of Bao Jinghan's mouth froze suddenly.

Then, it bloomed a bit more dazzling and enchanting than before, even more enchanting than the crimson of Mansha Zhuhua.

And in the next second, the crimson lips moved slightly, and poured out word by word: "I am still the same sentence, a man prettier than me, I am not interested in the girl. If you insist on finding a beauty , I think you might as well take a wig with fluttering long hair and go home and look at yourself in the mirror!"

After the words fell, she smiled lightly, and pressed the door lock with her free hand.

squeak-

The door opened.

Obviously, the people here deliberately left the door open for them!

"Boss, your trip this time is long enough."

Inside the door, it's like another world.

The delicate fragrance of rosewood wood lingers on the nose.

The old-style bed is placed near the window. The bed is covered with layers of curtains, all of which are made of silk gauze, with intricate patterns of hundreds of flowers embroidered on it.

The lamp by the bedside, although it is powered on, still looks like a palace lantern.

Tables and chairs, tables, vases, chessboards... even the four teacups on the tables are all exquisitely imitated in antique color.

At first glance, Bao Jinghan thought he had accidentally fallen into ancient times!

In the whole room, the only thing that violated the norm was the man in sportswear standing in front of the window with his back to her.

The tall body covered half of the windows.

And even though Bao Jinghan hadn't seen him for a long time, he could still recognize that back.

——Sheng Qing!

"Oh, boy, you are hiding here for leisure. With two cups of tea, the time is over. How do you know what happened to me?"

Holding Bao Jinghan's arm, the handsome man took a few steps forward.

What he said while walking was extremely casual.From the meaning of the words, the relationship between him and "Sheng Qing" seems to be very close.

"Is it because I want to be free? It's not you who forced me to wait here."

Turning around slowly, the back figure was gradually replaced by the silhouette and the front figure.

Sheng Qing's handsome face fell into his eyes.

He smiled, and raised the wine glass in his hand to Bao Jinghan.

"Yes, we meet again. If possible, I really don't want to see you at all. Sheng...Qing, sir."

Bao Jinghan raised his eyebrows.

The surprised gaze melted into his eyes the moment he was hit by his familiar face.

A pair of black eyes turned into two deep and calm autumn springs, with melting water: "Perhaps, I shouldn't call you that. I want to hear your self-introduction."

"Hehe, why, I haven't seen you for a few years, so you don't recognize me? I remember that we met at the airport not long ago."

Sheng Qing smiled gently.

There seemed to be a faint starlight shining in the eyes.

And a person with such clear eyes is either very good at disguising, or has no heart.

Unfortunately, the Sheng Qing in front of him belongs to the former.

Bao Jinghan made an evaluation in his heart, and while being on guard, met his gaze, reached out his hand with a smile and shook his hand.

But the fingertip didn't know whether it was intentional or not, it touched the root of his middle finger wearing the ring.

The scar is still there.

Even though the embarrassing scabs have fallen off and the skin has become tender, the subtle marks can still be felt.

But she still smiled and said: "Last time, you only said that we finally met, but you didn't introduce yourself, sir..."