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

"Miss."

"Thank you, Aze, I'm fine. I just thought of my mother and Ye Tengda, and I feel a little stuck in my heart."

With a slight smile, Bao Jinghan turned his eyes and squinted at his hand on her shoulder.

When he took it back suddenly, she took a deep breath calmly, and continued: "Actually, there are many things I don't want to know, and I don't want to care about them. But those two keys, after all, were left by my mother, I must know Its purpose. But seeing my grandfather looking for it so hard, I always feel that this key is of great significance to the Bo family. Ah Ze... Sometimes I am really confused. I don’t know whether I should or not. Go dig this secret!"

Because this is a secret, it is impossible for Mr. Bo to mobilize too many people to find it.

He will only send the most trustworthy people around him, such as Yan Ao, such as Blood Eagle...

"Miss, you don't need to be confused. As long as you are sure that this is what you want to do and what you want to understand, even if you go through fire and water, I will fulfill this wish for you. Whether it is a secret or a crisis, Isn’t it just a key, I can still see it.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Aze winked at Bao Jinghan, and said in a particularly leisurely tone as if joking: "Besides, haven't I never met any opponents, and have I never competed with Brother Ao? He belongs to Mr. Bo." Right-hand man, I am your personal butler. Our duty is to assist the master of the Bo family. Then this time, let’s consider it a competition between me and him. You can also be a comparison and witness. Take a look at me. What is the difference between Yan Ao and Yan Ao? If one day you become the next helm of the Bo family, will I be able to take on the responsibility of being the right-hand man!"

……

downstairs.

Inside the study.

Bo Lao stood in front of a row of bookshelves with his hands behind his back, and Yan Ao stood in front of the desk and the table with his back facing.

While listening to Yan Ao's report, he pondered.

Silent for a long time.

The atmosphere of silence spread in the air after Yan Ao finished his report.

Like a viscous agent, it vividly outlined the embarrassment between the two of them.

Form a tense stalemate.

After a long time, Yan Ao panicked.

"Old man, Yan Ao is useless, unable to complete the task—"

"No, it has nothing to do with you."

Bo Lao, who wanted to distinguish between public and private, interrupted Yan Ao's self-blame.

He looked up at the books on the top shelf, let out a long breath, and turned around slowly.

The dignified eyes, stained with a thin layer of playfulness, fell on Yan Ao's tall figure, looking at his slightly dark and serious face, slightly evoked a smile line: "You kid, don't underestimate yourself, I have a lot of things on hand. Not all the things you helped do. Isn’t that one clean and beautiful? But this time, what we met was a little fox, relying on me to pamper her, you all gave in, So I can't stretch my hands and feet to do it. So, this time, I can't blame you!"

"Old man, what do you mean..."

The eldest lady deliberately let the wind go to lure them into the bait?

So, Bo Lao asked him to find something, was it a response to her letting go?

Seeing Bo Lao's increasingly unpredictable eyes, Yan Ao gradually realized something.

Suddenly, he reacted.

And, the old and the young are playing tricks!

Then his mission failed this time, shouldn't it be considered a failure?