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

The emperor on the road is easy to understand?

But what is the meaning of the king in the dark night? !

The squinting little fox was thinking hard in secret, chewing over and over the words Mo Ji said.He obviously didn't understand, but there was an inexplicable chill in his heart, with a sense of crisis attached.

If that beautiful man with a dangerous aura hidden all over his body is really the emperor on the road.Then, when it was said by Mo Ji's mouth at this moment, the words must have a deeper meaning.

"terence", whispering the name, Bao Jinghan seemed to have remembered something, and opened his eyes suddenly.With a round stare, he stared straight at Mo Ji in front of him, then suddenly narrowed his eyes in the next second, "Terence...Master, I asked you a few days ago, do you recognize Terence? I don’t know. But in the few days after that, you started to avoid me, often disappeared during the day, and only came back in the middle of the night, and occasionally came back sleeping more than I did. I think this should have something to do with that person!”

"Well, want to hear his story?"

Instead of answering Bao Jinghan directly, Mo Ji just gave her a faint look, turned around and walked towards the window.

Looking out of the window, looking at the somewhat gloomy night sky without even a single star, the light in his eyes became farther and farther away, as if he was caught in some memories.

He was slightly taken aback.

Looking at the back shrouded in the night, Bao Jinghan froze for a moment, then turned to look at the crane-billed palace lantern not far away.The corner of the mouth curled up a curved arc, with a slightly deceptive taste: "Okay, I really want to hear his story. Of course... the premise is that the story is related to my Bo family. Otherwise, there will be nothing in this paragraph." It’s a waste of time for me to listen to the story of relationship, it’s better to go to sleep and come to reality!”

Hearing Bao Jinghan's teasing and playful words, Mo Ji was a little surprised, and turned to look at her.

He stared at her delicate face, looked at her, and suddenly shook his head with a helpless smile.

Secretly slandering this duplicitous little fox, after being silent for a while, he slowly opened up the chatterbox and talked about Terence.

"Do you know the Castei family?"

"Cassday?" Bao Jinghan frowned slightly, a little puzzled, "I remember that Ivan's grandmother belonged to the Cassday family. Why, it has something to do with Terence?"

"Oh?" Hearing this, Bao Jinghan suddenly became interested.

She knew the history of the Kasdeyi family, just like her grandmother's Roshshuyar family, they were once prominent and honored nobles.But now, these families have all been destroyed with the trend of history. Apart from the historical inheritance of their surnames and the bloodlines that make them feel extraordinarily honored, the only thing left is their eye-catching demeanor in social occasions.

In other words, they're just - descendants of the nobility!

Famous, but insubstantial.

"The Castell family is the same as your grandmother's family. Do you understand me when I say that?"

"Understood. But I'm even more curious, why did a former nobleman marry the Edwards family in a foreign country?!"

Bao Jinghan only met Ivan's grandmother once, and after that was her funeral.

They hadn't met much, but she remembered that Ivan's grandfather seemed to cherish his wife very much.Once again, my grandfather took her to his house as a guest. When he saw him, he was holding his wife's photo frame, looking at the photo with love and nostalgia, and carefully wiping it.

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