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

"Give up... what do you mean?"

"Literally. Grandpa said, if it's not yours, don't wait any longer and fight again. You have been stabbed all over by her, do you still want to die heroically for her? Uncle, it's not worth it! Of course , Grandpa and I discussed it, and our conclusion is that the sky and the earth have already been laid, as long as Su Nuanxia jumps in, we will take her, the fake Shengqing beside her, and the black hand behind her, Catch them together. But we won't hurt her, and we'll hand her over to you."

After finishing speaking, Bao Jinghan paused, looked solemnly at Bao Junchen who was bowing his head in thought, sighed deeply and said, "Uncle, thank you for taking care of me these years. You have protected me many times. I'm here to protect you. Before that, my grandfather and I hope that you can receive treatment and recuperate your wounds here with peace of mind. Whether it's on your body or your heart!"

Didi, Didi--

The perpetual calendar next to the bed tells the time on the hour.

Breaking the deadlock in the room again.

Bao Jinghan turned his head to look at the time, and heaved a sigh of relief.

But Bo Junchen always stared at her.

Neither of them moved, they both sat where they were.

Nothing but silence.

It wasn't until Bao Jinghan's cell phone vibrated in her handbag that she was rescued from the silence at the moment.

Bo Jinghan glanced at the caller ID, and mouthed to Bo Junchen that it was Mr. Bo's call.

After consulting, he answered the phone.

"Hanhan, I'm grandpa. How is your situation? I heard that your uncle woke up, and now he..."

"Well, my uncle's injury is not serious, but needs rest and recuperation. The main reason is excessive blood loss, and the left arm is relatively heavy. The doctor said that he should rest for a while and get enough rest and adjustment. Of course, they also suggested , send my uncle to a quiet place to recuperate. But I think it is safer here, and the medical staff are all our own, and the care is relatively more professional and thoughtful. Grandpa, what do you think?"

After finishing speaking, Bao Jinghan subconsciously glanced in the direction of Bo Junchen.

He only heard Bo Lao's voice coming from the phone.

"I asked you to talk to him, can he still listen to what you say?"

"...I said it, but my uncle hasn't given me a specific reply yet."

After listening to Bo Jinghan's answer, old man Bo on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment.

When he spoke again, there was a bit of temptation in his tone.

"Your uncle didn't say anything strange to you, did he?"

Strange words?

Bo Jinghan frowned slightly, and was about to recall carefully, but the old man suddenly changed the subject: "Oh, forget it. Hanhan, is it convenient for your uncle to answer the phone now? If it is convenient, you can give him the phone. I have something to say. Talk to him!"

"This……"

Bo Jinghan, who knew the old man's temper well, hesitated.

And Bo Lao also heard her thoughts, sighed, and said softly: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. After all, he is also my son, I can still eat him!"

Holding the mobile phone, Bao Jinghan knew that Mr. Bo was determined, so he had no choice but to answer, and turned his eyes to look at Bao Junchen tentatively.

Seeing him making a familiar gesture to her, she handed him the phone.

Then he stood up and walked towards the window.

Slightly opened the curtain and looked into the distance.

But his ears were pricked up, and all his thoughts were on that phone call——

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