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

How could Bao Jinghan have such an aura?

She's just a—

"Xixi!"

In the distance, an exceptionally well-dressed middle-aged lady, dragging a swaying dress skirt, walked quickly.

She just answered the phone outside and didn't know what happened in the hall.

But looking at the situation in front of her, the lady's originally anxious eyes became a little dignified.

He looked in Bao Jinghan's direction, and then glanced at his daughter.

A not-so-good idea arises spontaneously.

"Mom, this bitch bullied me, I broke my hand, look, look!"

Dongfang Xi seemed to have found a backer, her eyes immediately brightened, and her arrogance returned to her body.

She dragged her painful hand and insisted on sending it to the lady.

However, the reddish eyes slanted towards Bao Jinghan's direction, the corners of the eyes slightly raised, with a hint of provocation.

"This……"

Looking at her daughter's hand, the lady was obviously taken aback.

The anxiety in the dignified eyes was swept away, replaced by deep worry and uncertain doubts.

<thia小姐，请问，这是怎么回事？我女儿说的是真的吗，你能否给我个解释！”

He pursed his lips noncommittally.

Bao Jinghan raised the tails of his eyes slightly, and scanned the lady in front of him up and down.

Chick lightly, "Things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups."

"What did you say!"

"Ling Ai's hand was not broken, but dislocated. But I think you should be lucky, she just wanted to pull my hair. If she dared to play any other tricks, maybe it wasn't her hand that was dislocated, but It's the neck."

The surroundings were very close, and Bao Jinghan's voice was very soft, so that the mother and daughter in front of her could hear clearly: "Also, Ling Ai is not well-bred. If the Dongfang family can't teach well, I can help you and send her to a place where she can be reformed." her place to get a good 'education'."

The meaningful words made the lady's face darken and heavy.

She squeezed out her predecessor and sat in this position for so many years, but she has never been angry with anyone.

But now...

"You bitch—"

"Xixi, shut up!"

Dongfang Xi's voice interrupted the lady's thoughts.

Although she spoiled her daughter, she didn't want her to act too capriciously at the banquet, so she hurriedly scolded and interrupted her daughter.

"Wrong. Mrs. Dongfang, Ling Ai's hand is dislocated, not broken. Of course, if you insist that her hand is broken, I don't mind helping you explain the truth of this sentence. Because what I hate most in my life is , someone put me on a false charge. You—get it, huh?"

The deep rhetorical question was just a soft nasal voice.

But invisibly, a huge pressure seemed to form, covering her whole body.

The lady's heart trembled.

She subconsciously looked away, inexplicably flustered.

She didn't know if she was affected by the family incident she just learned, but she always felt that the woman's gaze was too sharp.

It can make her fear, but also make her surrender...