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

Swish-

shhhhh--

Charcoal pens wandering on the sketch paper.

At the desk, Bao Jinghan concentrated on writing and drawing.

However, several times in a row, he squeezed the half-drawn sketch into a ball and threw it towards the wastebasket at his feet.

"Miss, it's late, you should rest!"

aside.

A Ze stood by the side of the desk, looked at her busy figure, and said a few words unbearably.

But Bao Jinghan's attention seemed to be all on the wandering tip of the pen, he didn't hear his reminder at all, and he was still drawing the portrait that was never formed.

Halfway through the painting, she stopped writing irritably.

After a pause, he suddenly used the tip of the pen to forcefully draw a big cross on the portrait sketch.

Then he skillfully clenched the sketch paper into a ball and slammed it forward.

ahhh-

Bao Jinghan screamed in his heart.

Immediately, she suddenly lowered her head and slammed it hard on the table.

"Miss, what are you doing! You..."

"Aze, I can't draw it! I can't draw the whole picture of Sheng Qing, it seems that in my mind, only his appearance when he died—"

Bloody, twisted, hideous, and desperate.

In my impression, Sheng Qing, who should be gentle and considerate, and loves to laugh, is not at all suitable for the gentleman-like Sheng Qing.

Even though, she has tried her best to remember.

But there was only a blurry phantom left of that appearance, and as he drew and painted, it was replaced by the blood-stained appearance.

For Bao Jinghan, this is probably a nightmare that will never go away!

"Miss, don't draw it. If you can't draw it, we can look for his photo and give that to Young Master Ji Er. I remember Miss Su has it there, we just ask her for one. If it doesn't work... I'll go Just bring a picture here for you. As long as you don’t wrong yourself so much, okay? I won’t draw anymore, okay?”

Approaching, Aze wanted to hug her gently.

But the outstretched hand froze in mid-air, then fell on her shoulder, gently shook her shoulder, and helped her up from the table.

Whispered to enlighten and comfort.

But his eyes turned to the sketchbook on the desktop, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Although he didn't know why Ji Yueze suddenly asked Bao Jinghan to draw Zhang Shengqing's portrait for him, he clearly remembered that not long ago, a document that had not been screened by him was placed on Bao Jinghan's desktop.

That document was about Sheng Qing.

"Aze...do you remember that document? It was the one that suddenly appeared on my vertical desk that day, and was caught in a stack of confidential documents."

Lean back.

Bao Jinghan leaned back in the leather chair wearily, half-closed his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief.

What lingered in my mind was what he said when I met Ji Yueze this afternoon——

"Miss Mo Huan is about to return to China, and she will be transferred to MSS at that time. I contacted her once because of work."

"She asked me to convey to you that she has studied recent domestic and foreign cases similar to Sheng Qing's case, and she suspects...the same person did it. Let you be more careful."

"What's more, she made a particularly bold guess. She thinks that person is by your side. Also, that person may be 'Sheng Qing'!"

……

Sheng Qing.

How could it be Sheng Qing? !

How could someone who was already dead, someone who died right in front of her, come back to life?

This Mo Huan really dares to guess!