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

Looking at the pointed bowl in front of him, Bao Jinghan suppressed the feeling of happiness that had long been a memory in his heart, and turned his head up to smile from the bottom of his heart to Old Madam Lu.

The shimmering and warm smile aroused the old lady's heart to be full of joy, as if she wanted her to make up for the lost flesh immediately, and added a few more chopsticks to her.

This is good, the vegetables in Bao Jinghan's bowl are already piled up to the point of falling down.

But Mrs. Lu's movements did not stop.

"Grandma, you should also eat more. This asparagus tastes good, it nourishes Qi and moistens dryness, it's just right to eat this day!"

The nervousness and crampedness turned into nothingness under the passionate and violent attack of Old Madam Lu.

Bao Jinghan picked up the serving chopsticks at the right time and picked up food for Mrs. Lu.

Unexpectedly, such a small move of hers caused the old lady's eyes to turn red. She took her hand, stared at her closely, and said hello repeatedly.

Then he cast a grumpy glance at the grandson sitting next to Bao Jinghan, and said, "It's better to be a grandson-in-law, unlike some little heartless ones who grow up and have hard wings, so they won't be considerate."

"Grandma, are you blaming me?"

Seeing the old lady rolling her eyes at him continuously, Lu Yan seemed to be used to it, and didn't have much reaction.He asked a question in a calm and breezy manner, and then he glanced at Bao Jinghan, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

Sensing his gaze, Bao Jinghan also looked in his direction.

But old lady Lu snorted softly: "How dare I blame you for being a busy person! I only hope that you can marry my grandson-in-law back soon, so that the old lady and I can have someone to talk with. At that time, it doesn't matter if you are with you or not. I don't care about where you like to run. I, my granddaughter-in-law, and the little cute babies, have morning tea, go shopping, and watch together when I am happy. Come to a drama, have an afternoon tea, don't be too cozy!"

These eight characters have not been written yet.

The old lady has already started planning for Bao Jinghan's married life.

Listen, the leisurely rhetoric.

Bao Jinghan should have felt dumbfounded, but he couldn't help laughing when he saw Lu Yan squinting provocatively like an old lady and child, and arguing with him.My heart warmed up.

This kind of atmosphere gave her the illusion that she had really integrated into this big family and became a member of it.

But think about it, it should be a very happy thing to have such treasure-like grandparents and such a warm home everywhere, right?

"Mummy!"

Just when Bao Jinghan was in a trance, a clear and loud child's voice suddenly broke in.

Following the sound, Bao Jinghan hurriedly turned around.

I saw a small light green figure, like a light and shadow, rushing straight towards her.

"Tangtang? Baby, do you miss Mommy?!"

Opening his arms, Bao Jinghan took advantage of the situation to pick up his son.

Once I hugged it, I realized it.

The little guy who was in Bo's house and didn't gain weight no matter how much he ate, seems to have gained weight and height!

"Think, how can you not want to? Hanhan, you don't know these two little guys, who miss you and hide in the quilt secretly wiping tears. But we don't want us to tell you, every time you call, they will I want to talk to you a few more words. But Tangtang said, Mummy is very busy and doesn’t want to make you too tired. So, he and Jing Jing discussed and talked with you for 10 minutes each time. Even if I miss you, I can’t let you You know, afraid that you will miss them, afraid that you will be distracted..."

This was said to Lu's mother, Xie Rao, who walked into the restaurant behind Tangtang.

And the other little cute baby, Jing Jing, held Xie Rao's hand in a regular manner, stood beside her, pursed her thin lips, and stared at Bao Jinghan with her small face upturned.

The originally empty eyes were actually covered with a layer of mist, turning into drops of teardrops,

Sliding down the eyelids...