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

Hearing Xie Rao's words, Bao Jinghan felt uncomfortable already.

When she suddenly saw Jing Jing's eyes that were about to cry, her heart, like a piece of ice baked on a fire, instantly turned into water.

Patting Tangtang's back lightly, Bao Jinghan put him down and approached Xie Rao.

"Aunt Lu." She nodded and nodded slightly.

While greeting Bao Jinghan politely, he slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand like a well-behaved little son, "Quiet, I'm sorry. Mom has been really busy recently, so... I'm sorry!"

Such as knuckles in the throat.

Bao Jinghan didn't know how to explain it to the child.

After all, there are too many dark sides, and she doesn't want her children to know.

Of course, her silence at the moment was also due to guilt in her heart.

She suddenly felt that over the years, she had cared far less for Tangtang Jingjing, and the love she gave unilaterally was still too thin compared to the warmth of the family.

Especially after listening to what Lu's mother said, seeing Jingjing's emotional stalemate, the sense of indebtedness in her heart is like a towering tree, rooted deep in her heart, tightly grasping every moment of her heart. A blood vessel.

Worrying pain.

Jing Jing seemed a little angry, pouted and ignored her.

She even shrank behind Xie Rao.

That subtle emotion was hidden in the tear-stained eyes, which was hard to detect.

But to Bao Jinghan, this was an unexpected surprise.

Because she saw the expression.

I saw the expression that a child of this age group should have, and it appeared on the quiet face of Mengbao who was always expressionless, as if no emotion could touch his heart.

For a moment, guilt and surprise emerged at the same time.

Bao Jinghan quickly grabbed the dodging little guy's hand, her gentle voice trembling slightly: "Quiet, are you angry?"

Hearing the sound, Xiao Jingjing seemed to be responding to her, staring straight at her, pursing her mouth high in anger.

But the little hand was not in a hurry to withdraw it.

Instead, he quietly wrapped one of Bao Jinghan's fingers, and shook it inadvertently, revealing his little thoughts.

Mother and son face each other, tender but slightly rigid.

aside.

Xiaotangtang, who is connected with his younger brother and has already seen the clues, is smart.

Seeing the little awkwardness in his younger brother's heart, he rushed towards Xie Rao like a monkey, clung to Xie Rao's other arm coquettishly, and shouted childishly: "Beautiful grandma, we didn't think about it." Mommy. Do you think we are troublesome and don’t want us to play here anymore? You want Mommy to feel sorry for you and take us back earlier? I don’t want to go back, Jingjing and I both like this place!”

"Hey, you naughty little one, why would grandma dislike you? It's too late to like you!"

Scratching Mengbao's upturned nose, Xie Rao looked at him dotingly, but from the corner of her eye, she glanced in Bao Jinghan's direction, and said with a smile, "However, Tangtang. In the playground just now, who heard it?" If you say that Mommy is here, you will be in a hurry, and you must rush back? If you don’t want to, then I will let your Mommy stay in our house forever..."

"No, no, no, I miss Mommy, I really miss her—"

Before Xie Rao could finish speaking, Tangtang hastily interrupted her.

But before he finished speaking, the little Mengbao who realized that he had been fooled immediately let go of Xie Rao, covered his mouth with both hands, and stared round and round with his long and narrow phoenix eyes, flashing a flash of unconcealable panic .

It was as if he had something on his mind and was seen through.