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

He took the rice porridge that was still hot on the bedside.

Lu Yan stirred the porridge soup with a spoon, put the spoon to her lips to test the temperature, and handed it to her.

At this moment, Bao Jinghan is very obedient.

It seemed that because Lu Yan stayed with her, the corners of his mouth even curled up in a subtle, imperceptible arc.

She opened her mouth obediently and swallowed.

Eating is as elegant as before, as if every movement has been calculated according to the standard.

But that standard is a measure.

It is a standard that has been cultivated in the habit of day after day and has penetrated into the bone marrow.

Even in this muddled state, it cannot be lost.

After a while, a bowl of porridge was finished.

Lu Yan took out a napkin and wiped her mouth.

"Okay, now that we're done eating, can you chat with me? Jinghan... Tell me, who kidnapped you? Do you know that person!"

"..."

Didn't expect him to ask this question.

Bao Jinghan's already chaotic mind became hot.

His body shrank back instinctively, and his hands gripped the quilt tightly.

There is no cover up of emotions, all are revealed, even if there is no answer, the answer is self-evident.

"Jing Han—"

Knock knock knock!

Before he could speak again, a knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

"Come in!"

In response, the door opened.

Qiao Shukuang stood at the door, seeing Bao Jinghan curled up on the bed, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but there was a little joy secretly hidden.

In an instant, his eyes flicked across her face.

Pausing for half a second, he fell to Lu Yan, and immediately raised a playful smile, jokingly said: "Yanzi, go downstairs, the 'Minister of Foreign Affairs' of the Bo family is here, and is waiting for you to see him!"

After speaking, he turned his gaze back, and greeted Bao Jinghan with a smile on his lips, "Hi, sister-in-law! Welcome back in triumph!"

But the strange thing is that Bao Jinghan ignored him.

Not only ignored him, but also looked back and shrank.

Putting his arms around his knees, he silently buried his head in his knees.

He knew that from a psychological point of view, this action was the simplest form of self-protection.

His brows were subconsciously frowned, and a dark glow flew past his eyes.

Qiao Shukuang didn't seem to care, shrugged his shoulders easily, and made a motion towards Lu Yan to wait for him outside, then tactfully whispered to Wang Ting, who was walking up the stairs slowly, and lip-synced She said something - she woke up, you go in and have a look.

In the room.

Lu Yan looked at the small figure curled up on the big bed, straightened her messy hair, and tidied up the obviously much larger pajamas she was wearing.

But during the whole process, Bao Jinghan didn't move.

It seemed that even he was on guard.

It should be because of the question he just asked!

"Jing Han, a doctor will come in later to examine you."

"..."

There was a silent response, only a slight tremor of the shoulders.

That pitiful but stubborn little move that he didn't want others to find out really moved Lu Yan.

Heart suffocated.

Lu Yan's hands rested lightly on her shoulders, holding her tightly.

He knelt on the bed curled up with one leg, supported the ground with one leg, bent down, forced her to raise her head, and stared at her with burning eyes.

The tone is strong and domineering, but the tone of the second half of the sentence seems to be begging for her trust——

"I'll go downstairs to take care of some things, and I'll be back with you soon. Jinghan, trust me!"