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

"I heard that she's awake, so I'll come and see her. If you've finished chatting with her, then do what you should do, don't block my eyes here! Also, after finishing what you're doing, Azer will assign you a new job."

When they were silent, Bao Jinghan suddenly spoke.

However, Ji Fan was caught off guard by the sudden words, which seemed to be orders, but were said extremely.

He was a little surprised.

Shouldn't Bao Jinghan, who took Chunxi so seriously, accuse him, question him, curse him, or even crush him to death?

how come……

"why?"

"What why! Why are you standing here talking to you calmly? Why didn't you just be expelled from the Bo family, or handed over to Uncle Yun to vent your anger? Or you want to ask me why I still use you?"

Asking and approaching.

Bao Jinghan looked up at the man with obvious height difference, her eyes were awe-inspiring, revealing the natural arrogance and publicity of nobles.

The brows are slightly raised, and the tails of the eyes are slanted.

That micro-expression that was stained with anger, but she did it, but also a cold and coquettish style, secretly confided.

It was too late for people to be amazed, but they were forced to have nowhere to hide by the different kind of oppressive feeling that came over in an instant, "Ji Fan, you have been at Bo's house for a while, and what people say about me, you should also Have you heard a lot? In the Bo family, class is very distinct. There are many people who can ask me why, but if you want to get my answer, you must have enough skills. You—— have no privileges!"

"I……"

"Go down! Get out of here before I change my mind! Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will let Aze directly give you a ticket to fly you directly to the deep mountains and old forests of some ancient tribe, and give their female chief a face-to-face go!"

Take a deep breath.

Seeing that Ji Fan was still standing in front of him as a pillar, Bao Jinghan, who was in a bad mood, was no longer polite.

Suddenly shot--

Bao Jinghan punched Ji Fan straight to the heart. He controlled his strength properly and punched skillfully. While not hurting Ji Fan, he only made the unsuspecting Chao, who was suffering from pain, fall to one side.

And she didn't look at Ji Fan again.

He only let go of his fist, took a deep breath, let out a long breath, suppressed all the negative emotions in his heart, restrained the sharpness and majesty around him, adjusted himself in just a few seconds, and squeezed out a little Just the right communicative smile.

With light steps, he approached the room.

And close the door.

Click!

The sound of locks separated the inside and outside of the door, as if in two worlds, a clear border line was drawn.

Outside the door, Ji Fan who was lying on the ground did not get up.

He pressed his heart, breathing rapidly.

The eyes glued to the door panel never moved away.

Staring, laughing low.

There was desolation in his eyes, and helpless pain mixed with the smile lines at the corners of his mouth.

"Heh...hehe..."

In that laughter, there seemed to be a loss that could not be expressed through tears, as well as endless melancholy and resentment that no one could understand.

But this resentment is not against others.

But to the god who played tricks on him, to the unfair fate, to the powerless self!

tread, tread, tread—

The sound of footsteps gradually approached and stopped suddenly.

Bright brown leather shoes and well-made trousers fell into his eyes.

Looking up the straight trousers, a strange face appeared in front of him, with a shallow and somewhat secretive smile on it.

Then, a hand was put in front of his eyes...