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

The door lock is equipped with a hand.

Ivan curled his rosy lips evilly, stopped, and turned to look at her innocently.

"Have you changed your mind, baby? Are you planning to throw yourself into my arms, or do you need me to sleep on your pillow... I don't mind!"

Facing such nasty and extremely shameless teasing, Bao Jinghan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and calmly suppressed his emotions, as if he didn't hear him and looked up at him, "ivan, p Before organizing me to go back to China, I only heard about it a little bit, and I didn’t know much about this comparable thia!”

"Don't stop so quickly, listen to me."

Playing with his fingers, Bao Jinghan stared into his eyes, closed his eyes slightly for a moment, and seemed to have made a big decision before speaking again: "I'm not interested in the p organization, and I don't want to know your position and reason in it. I just want to ask, is the Bo family involved? Is it just a business relationship, or is it a supporting reserve army... Also, who is in charge of this part, is it the old man, or the Li family? Old man Li? Li Fusu? Thin—lord and subject?”

Holding each familiar name, he asked tentatively.

Bao Jinghan didn't want to miss any changes in the expression on Ivan's face, but he had to admit that Ivan was also a person who was extremely good at hiding himself, covering up his emotions perfectly, only hooking his lips evilly, and smiling slightly.

<bthia，你不是我们的人，我不能向你透露这种辛秘。但看在你是我喜欢的人的份上，我可以破例回答你这么多问题中的一个，只有一个。”

Raising his eyebrows very lightly, an incomprehensible meaning flashed in ivan's evil blue eyes, and the next second, the words he said were still nasty and unbearable, "If you are my woman, become one of us It’s a different matter if you’re a criminal. Think about it, I’m ready to ‘siege the city with a gun’ at any time, and after a fierce battle, I will naturally surrender and surrender, let me tell you frankly!”

With downcast eyes, Bao Jinghan suppressed the twinkle in his eyes, lowered his voice, and repeated the first question: "Count, is the Bo family among them?!"

"Yes, the secret door."

After getting the exact answer, Bao Jinghan lowered her head calmly.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

For a moment.

A faint sneer was outlined on the lips.

Bao Jinghan looked up at him, his eyes were as clean as before, like the untrodden ground that had been snowed all night.

"Thank you, you can go out now."

"Exit order?"

"It can be explained in this way."

Bao Jinghan made a gesture of invitation, and then stood up habitually out of politeness, as if to see him off.

Staring at Bao Jinghan, who might stretch out his paws to scratch you at any time, which made him feel very familiar, Ivan turned back without warning, and approached her. The already tall, thin and straight figure was dressed in black trousers and wine. Against the backdrop of the red shirt, it looks even more vigorous.The publicity is unforgettable, as if walking out of a medieval castle, it only belongs to the nobles in the night.

It was too late to retreat, and ivan had already walked up to her.

The evil face, which is a bit more beautiful than poppies under the bright sun, is close at hand.

An invisible pressure, along with his slightly bent approaching face, gradually deepened, became heavier and became more publicized-"You meat ticket is not necessarily a bait to me. Sometimes you are tied, but it also washes off One way. It's you, who doesn't know you're being used as a gunman... Poor little one!"