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

"Nizi, are you curious, how can someone like your mother have anything to do with me?"

Thin smoke lingers in front of the eyes, and the little sparks flicker flickeringly.

Through the smoke, Bao Jinghan looked at Uncle Quan calmly and smiled gently.

The fingers resting on the table tapped lightly on the table: "I am curious about many things, can Uncle Quan help me answer them?"

"That depends on what you want to ask. If I can't answer the question, or if I don't want to answer it, I can't help you."

Uncle Quan's answer, yes, is also equivalent to not giving.

But the way he looked at Bao Jinghan made her stunned.

If I'm not mistaken, he seems to want to see someone who has passed away through her, right?

Slightly squinting his eyes, Bao Jinghan smiled again.

"Uncle Quan."

She called softly, but she didn't avoid his sight, just smiled at him so generously.

That smile surprised him, as if the face that was as moist as water and not stained with dust in his memory was gradually overlapping with it.

Suddenly, he seemed to see Bao Qingqing again.

But in the next second, she saw her brows slightly slack, and a playful look flashed in her eyes that didn't match his deep gaze at the moment.But it disappeared in the blink of an eye, like a hallucination, but it also brought Quan Leng back to his senses: "Uncle Quan, I have three questions I want to ask. I hope you can answer them all. Of course, if there is something offensive, please feel free to answer me." Please forgive me, and don’t argue with me, a little girl. This question is first, why did you take in my brother and raised him under your knees? Second, when did you know the truth about my mother’s death? The last one , although I only saw you once when I was a child, I remember that my mother treated you very well. So I want to ask, how did you and my mother become friends?"

Three questions in succession popped up one after another.

Quan Leng's expression was calm, but he exerted a little force on the fingers holding the cigarette butt.

Then he relaxed, squinting at Bao Jinghan with his eyes squinted, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "What a naughty little girl!"

"Uncle Quan won the prize."

"Ah……"

With a low laugh, Quan Leng squeezed the cigarette butt and flicked it into the ashtray.

The drooping eyes pondered for a moment, and then said: "Okay, I will explain your doubts for you. When I adopted your brother, I didn't have any utilitarian purpose. Don't worry. I didn't want to use him to buy my life. At that time, I just thought that he This face is very similar to your mother. I think this should be the fate between us, so I brought him back and adopted him as a foster son... Your second question is better answered. Your mother passed away I knew the truth not much earlier than you. I only found out through the information your brother found. The diary and CD are still in the safe. If you want to see it, I will ask your brother to pick it up and give it away. Over to you. As for the third question—”

He let out a long breath.

Quan Leng put out the cigarette butt, sighed and closed his eyes, as if caught in some kind of memory, even his voice had a slightly ethereal sense of age: "Your mother and I are indeed friends. But if we strictly count , she is not only my friend, but also my benefactor. She... saved my life!"

"save you?"

Touching Bao Jinghan's suspicious gaze, Quan Leng's eyes darkened, just like his voice slightly stained with vicissitudes: "You can't imagine that such a weak woman like her was under the knife... and saved my life!"