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

"Is there a ghost?"

"Yes. Although I don't know who it is yet, the target can basically be locked."

Bao Jinghan raised his wrist slightly, and smiled as usual: "I guessed it, this matter...you can figure it out! Wait for that guy to be exposed, and then bring someone to see me."

Speaking of this, she paused, thought for a while, and said: "No! Aze, after you have really identified the person, don't startle the snake. We can use this inner ghost to find out, the guy behind the inner ghost!"

"Are you suspecting that the person behind him may be related to Meng Lulu's case?"

"More than that! I also suspect that this person is also the one who sent the CD."

Squinting his eyes, Bao Jinghan habitually rubbed the signature pen in his hand, falling into the vortex of thinking.

Since her return to China, every detail that can be recalled has flashed through her mind.

In the end, the identity of the inner ghost was locked on the most unlikely person.

His eyes faded.

"Miss..."

"Aze, this matter must be confirmed as soon as possible, and it cannot be delayed any longer. Once confirmed, try it out immediately!"

She felt that the man behind the scenes was planning a bigger conspiracy...

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There was laughter in the children's room.

Bao Jinghan stood at the door for a while, instead of disturbing Tangtang who was having fun, she walked directly to the bedroom.

open the door.

The room was extremely quiet.

Except for the small figure in the middle of the bed, there was no other figure at all.

But at this moment, there was a sound of water coming from the bathroom door.

Out of vigilance, Bao Jinghan almost rushed straight into the bathroom.

But in the next second, he immediately realized that the person in the bathroom was Lu Yan.

Luckily she didn't rush in.

Patting his chest, the tense heartstrings loosened.

Bao Jinghan breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to touch Jing Jing's flushed little face, looked at his quiet and lovely sleeping face, felt relieved but slightly tinged with the tenderness of tenderness on his lips. Hooked.

"dad……"

"Mom...my..."

The soft raving, mixed with an indescribable sense of satisfaction, overflowed from Mengbao's lips and teeth.

The child rubbed against the pillow and moved his curled up body slightly.

Suddenly hugging Bao Jinghan's arm, he repeated the babble a few times, and then he calmed down.

But Bao Jinghan's heart seemed to have been rubbed severely by something.

Very distressed!

His eyes were soft as if water could be wrung out.

Bao Jinghan sniffed, smiled and tucked the quilt for Jing Jing, letting the child hold her arms, leaned down to kiss the soft hair on his forehead, and stretched out her hand to stroke it gently.

Full of maternal softness and gentleness, covering the whole body, covering the rebelliousness in the bones, and the coldness that is above everyone!

"Crack-"

The bathroom door opens.

Looking at the scene in front of the bed, Lu Yan felt warm in his heart.

While staring, Bao Jinghan heard the movement, and looked over there involuntarily.

But the situation in front of her still made her heart tremble unconsciously.

This--

So visually stunning!

Lu Yan, who was wearing a bath towel loosely around his waist, was walking towards her with those long, slender legs.

Eight pieces give strength to the muscles, but they are not too much, not too much, and the right bare fruit is presented in front of you.

The drops of water meandered down the well-defined muscle lines.

Swipe across the strong waist and abdomen, and get under the bath towel that draws people's imagination...

This, this is just hooking up!