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

Mr. Bo obviously meant something.

But Bao Jinghan pretended to be confused, waved his hands indifferently and said, "I like that paperweight because its patterns are beautiful and it smells good. But I don't practice brush calligraphy, and I don't paint Danqing ink. It stays in my hand, it is just a big block of wood waiting to appreciate, a decoration in the window, and it is useless. But grandpa is different, you always practice calligraphy every day, and you need to use a paperweight. So, I Take it as your appearance fee, and offer it with both hands, without any complaints. On the contrary, I am glad that such a big tree has finally found an owner who appreciates it!"

There was unconcealable appreciation in Bo Lao's eyes.

He attaches great importance to this little girl's character - she can accept wealth, but also can't let it go, she can recognize treasures, but she won't be addicted to them!

"Very good. Only those who can throw away wealth and honor can really enjoy it and enjoy the glory! Money, playthings...these are dead things. You can earn more after throwing them away, and you can buy them again after losing them. But The human heart is alive, if you are lost by these things, then this person is not far from death."

"Grandpa is talking about Ye Tengda?"

Thinking of that scumbag father who was obsessed with interests, crazy, and shameless, a cold sarcasm flashed in Bao Jinghan's eyes.

She changed her posture and leaned on the armrest beside her. "I will always remember what my grandfather said. People who can't bend their knees will never understand what dignity is. If you want to win, you must first learn how to kneel!"

It's a pity that there are not many clear-headed people in the Ye family today.

Ye Tengda's dignity was lost by himself 800 years ago.So no matter how much he kneels, he doesn't feel humiliated. On the contrary, he thinks that kneeling and begging can get him the power and position he wants.

And Ye Jiaojiao is a strange flower, she will never have self-esteem for the man she wants, and for a woman... she will never bend her knees.

Therefore, the old and the young belong to the kind of people that grandpa said.

A person who is close to death who has lost his mind and lost his dignity in the midst of delusion, money and power!

"You remember very well, but there are some things that you not only need to remember, but also need to be able to hold on to them. Hanhan, I heard that you went out with your uncle in the middle of the night last night?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Bo Jinghan clearly felt that Mr. Bo deliberately emphasized the word 'uncle'.

It should be reminding her!

It seems that her little thoughts, which she never showed to outsiders before, have still become an intolerable brand in the eyes of Mr. Bo.

But she was upright and not afraid of the shadow being crooked, under the majestic gaze of old Bo, she nodded frankly and admitted.

"Yes, my uncle and I went out together. Speed ​​racing, chatting, blowing the wind, watching the sea... On the way back, we stopped by the bar and sat for a while to discuss the plan."

"only these?"

Bo Lao raised his eyebrows and asked, looking deeply into Bao Jinghan's eyes, searching.

Nodding, Bao Jinghan said firmly, "Only these."

Pausing for a while, seeing grandpa look away, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Bo Jinghan sighed in his heart, spoke again, called Bo Lao softly, and solemnly gave him a promise to make him feel at ease——

"Grandpa, Hanhan can assure you. Bo Junchen is my uncle, and will always be the only uncle I respect and admire the most!"