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

The summer wind carried a breath of restlessness.

But I don't know if it's because of being in the cemetery, Bao Jinghan doesn't feel the slightest heat, but instead has the illusion of coldness, rushing up from his back, straight to the top of his head.

Holding a bouquet of pink and blue hydrangea familiar with the fragrance of flowers, stepping on the smoothed bluestone slab.

Bao Jinghan followed suit and walked towards a tombstone not far away.

Beside the tombstone, a figure stood with his back to her and his hands behind his back.

Perhaps sensing someone approaching, he suddenly turned around, saw her, and waved to her.

"Are you here? Come, come here!"

Lu Chenbin stood in front of the tombstone calmly and calmly. He couldn't tell whether his expression was restrained or deep, but there was the majesty of a superior in his brows.As for that face, although serious, it has to be said that his sharp-edged face and facial features that can vaguely show the elegance of the past all have some shadows of Lu Yan.

"Uncle Lu, did you... come to see my mother?"

Approaching, Bao Jinghan turned around and gestured towards Aze.

Aze seemed unwilling, and frowned slightly.

But seeing the persistence in Bao Jinghan's eyes, he had no choice but to step back and only looked at them from a distance.

Very well-behaved, but there is also a bit of ostentatious arrogance in these rules.

From Lu Chenbin's point of view, it's very rare.

"Well, she is alone in a foreign land, far away from her family, very lonely. I will come and see her when I am free."

His calm tone made it impossible to hear his emotions.

But the sharpness in those eyes faintly fluctuated slightly.

Is it polite, or courtesy first?

Unable to figure out why he wanted to see her here, Bao Jinghan remained vigilant all the time, smiled at him, then turned gracefully, bent down and placed the bouquet of hydrangeas in his arms in front of his mother's tombstone.

He spoke in a soft voice, as if greeting his mother again.

"Mom, Uncle Lu is here to see you. He brought you your favorite hydrangea..."

Whispering softly, Bao Jinghan squatted in front of the tombstone, reaching out to caress the photo on the tombstone.

Although time flies, she has grown up, and Lu Chenbin has also entered middle age, but the beautiful shadow in the photo has not been worn away by time. .The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, as if watching them, smiling caringly.There is a bit of sadness in the smile, continue to be gentle, continue to express unspeakable concern!

Two people, one standing, one squatting.

In front of him was a tombstone.

Time seemed to stand still and freeze at this moment.

For a long while, Lu Chenbin just stood aside, quietly looking at the tombstone, listening to her whisper, neither spoke nor made a sound.

Bao Jinghan didn't talk to him out of self-indulgence, but just smiled lightly and stroked the tombstone.But his heart is very clear, knowing that Lu Chenbin's move is definitely not as simple as coming to see Bo Qingqing.He was putting pressure on her and giving her a bad blow.

Like the first lesson she learned on base.

——When a master fights, the psychological defense line is the first target to attack.Whoever crushes the other will win the first opportunity.Among the several major factors that break down the psychological defense line, one is the environmental factor.

It was probably for this reason that he whetted her appetite first, and then arranged the meeting place at this place.Here is her nostalgia, her family, her warmth, and her indescribable hatred...

These are her weaknesses!