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

"land……"

The title choked in his throat.

Bao Jinghan stood on the open-air balcony with his face half upturned.

Let the cold rain soak the clothes and water the blue silk.

The raindrops flowed down the cheeks along the soft outline, and slipped from the sharp chin to the neckline that was close to the skin...

Drop by drop, slide down...

This feeling...

Very awake!

"What’s wrong with you?!"

In the receiver, Lu Yan's voice was slightly anxious.

Bao Jinghan narrowed his eyes, and finally suppressed the inexplicable mood.

The corners of the mouth were habitually drawn up a touch of charm.

The raindrops lifted up slightly with the arc, and penetrated between the lips.

It's icy cold, but it has a clear and pure taste.

"Jingjing asked me to ask you, are you still here tonight? Can you come back earlier, he... wants to have dinner with you!"

This reason should be called reasonable!

Dense raindrops hit the skin.

As if pierced by a needle tip, Bao Jinghan shuddered suddenly, but his mind became clearer and returned to the original state of high-speed operation.

She didn't know what happened to herself.

By accident, he called Lu Yan.

And the moment the phone was connected, she still...

Bao Jinghan wiped the raindrops off his face with his hand, and took a deep breath.

At this time-

In the earpiece, the mellow and reassuring voice came again.

"Okay, I'll go back early."

"I see...thank you!"

Bao Jinghan's voice was extremely calm, and his answer was exceptionally decent.

During the pause, she sniffed, but the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened.

Little did he know that Lu Yan on the other end of the phone had already noticed something was wrong with her.

Ignoring the narrow smiles of the buddies on both sides, Lu Yan frowned slightly, and asked suddenly before she hung up the phone.

"Jing Han, do you really have nothing to say to me?"

Said to him?

I wanted to say a lot just now, but now, those words were melted by the cold rain.

"No! I'm just asking for Jingjing..."

Bao Jinghan subconsciously emphasized his excuses.

Before she finished speaking, she immediately realized that she had slipped.

Slightly startled, he bit his lower lip unconsciously.

But soon she raised the corners of her mouth again, and abruptly avoided the conversation: "I don't want to disturb you anymore, you can continue to work! See you tonight..."

*

at that time.

Under the same roof, Bao Junchen stood in front of the French windows, looking out at the gloomy rainstorm, wondering what he was thinking.

knock --

There was a knock on the door.

Withdrawing his mind, Bao Junchen took a deep breath on his cigarette.

"Come in!"

In response, the door did not open.

A childish yet exceptionally loud voice came from outside the door.

"Uncle, I'm Tangtang, I can't reach the doorknob!"

heard.

Bo Junchen was slightly taken aback.

Not feeling a little funny shaking his head.

But the steps under his feet had already moved towards the door.

"Tangtang, why are you here? Quiet?"

Opening the door, a smell of smoke came out.

Mengbao wrinkled her pretty little nose, quickly stretched out her hand to pinch the tip of her nose, and jumped back.

"Uncle, you are disobedient again! Smoking is harmful to your health..."

The little brows were furrowed, the little ruddy mouth opened and closed, and he reasoned with Bo Junchen in an orderly manner with words he heard somewhere.

A pair of pitch-black eyes were gliding, staring at the ray of misty flickering with a little fire at Bao Junchen's fingertips.

If Bo Junchen didn't throw away the cigarettes, he would go grab them!