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

Tangtang frowned in confusion.

He snorted unhappily.

Waving his small fists, he shouted at Lu Yan.

"Tangtang doesn't even discuss with you! Hehehe-shi Kesha can't be humiliated! Tangtang is not that stupid, she will never betray Mommy! Absolutely!"

Like a loyal little soldier, he finished speaking like an oath, and he did not forget to kick Lu Yan fiercely.

This kid-

Just this kind of wild energy, this posture of claws and claws is completely a replica of Bao Jinghan's little wild cat!

The same sharp teeth and sharp mouth.

The same unreasonable.

It's the same as cheating when things happen.

The same stubborn and stubborn.

……

"Then get in the car!"

Lifting Mengbao's back collar, Lu Yan put him directly on the passenger seat, and then boarded the car.

The little milk boy felt aggrieved, and stared at Lu Yan coldly.

He was on alert like a little hedgehog.

But he was holding tightly in his hand, the little bear doll that Mommy asked someone to bring to him and his brother some time ago.

Biting his lip, he looked away and pressed his head on the plush belly of the doll bear.

But at this time Lu Yan leaned closer.

"Bastard! What are you doing!!"

Tangtang raised her head suddenly, looked at Lu Yan in horror and anger, raised the plush bear in her hand, and threw it on Lu Yan's head.

Dealing with this little guy, Lu Yan seemed to be playing, easily separated the bear, stretched out his hand to pull the seat belt, and buckled the little guy.

Afterwards, he handed the little bear back to him, stared condescendingly, and uttered two words coldly.

"Hold on!"

After finishing the words, Lu Yan turned around and started the car, and drove away...

*

The red clouds in the evening are gorgeous and colorful, reflecting the spring scenery in the manor.

very beautiful!

But this bustling beauty was incompatible with the gloomy and tense atmosphere of the Bo family at the moment.

Bo Jinghan was sitting on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, holding a storybook, reading to his youngest son, Bo Junjing.

The child was fascinated by listening, but there was no expression on his face.

Don't cry, don't laugh, don't ask questions.

He just listened quietly, as if he was the only one in the whole world.

It's quiet...it's very worrying!

Bao Jinghan's heart shrank slightly, feeling a little suffocated.

But she still smiled and touched her son's soft hair gently, and continued to read the story.

Until the story was almost finished, Su Nuanxia knocked on the door and came in.

"Are you quietly listening to the story?"

Approaching, Su Nuanxia and her buddies nodded in greeting, but instead of interrupting Bao Jinghan's recitation, she leaned over and sat down beside Bo Junjing.

She reached out and hugged the little cute baby: "Auntie, can you listen to it with me?"

Mengbao didn't respond and sat quietly.

As if she didn't exist at all.

With dim eyes, Su Nuanxia subconsciously held the child tighter, lowered her head and kissed his soft hair top.

Heart, soft and soft, but also sinking and sinking.

Even the eyes cast on Bao Jinghan...

Bao Jinghan didn't care, and read the story slowly.

After reading the story, she closed the book, held her son's soft hand, and said seriously, "Honey, do you like the story just now?"

The little boy slowly raised his head, and his eyes slowly turned to Bao Jinghan.

It seemed that he had made a lot of determination and nodded.

He responded to her word for word.

"like……"

"Just like it, and Mommy likes it very much. If there is anything you want to share with Mommy, just say it!"

Following the temptation, Bao Jinghan moved closer to his son and kissed his forehead.

In his eyes... there was a sting of pain.