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

Aze waved his hand and comforted him to sit down.

On the side, Bao Jinghan, who hardly spoke, asked aloud, "Your guest... embroidered?"

"No, no...it's not embroidery. Yes, it's hydrangea!"

Hearing Bao Jinghan's voice, the young man blushed as if he had been stabbed by something, stammered, but anxiously wanted to explain to her.But after talking for a long time, it became more and more chaotic, and before he finished speaking, he kicked his uncle again: "Oh, Uncle Yao, why are you kicking me again! You are stupid!"

The old man gestured in sign language: idiot, I didn't kick your head!It's so easy to be stupid!

The young man froze for a moment, his blushing face completely turned black and red.

Bao Jinghan, who understood sign language, couldn't help but clenched her lower lip.

The subtle movements fell into the eyes of the old man.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at Bao Jinghan, and then made a sign language to ask.

Bao Jinghan didn't pretend to be stupid, and nodded with a smile, "I can understand some simple sign language."

After hearing this, the old man stared at her and knocked for a long time, then suddenly gave a thumbs up in the direction of A Ze.

Aze didn't understand what the old man meant.

It was the simple young man who said with a smile, "My Uncle Yao will praise your wife again!"

"Daughter-in-law? No, no, no, you made a mistake, she is—"

"We are brother and sister."

Bao Jinghan's firm answer was very convincing.

But Aze was completely confused by the brother and sister.

In the chest cavity, there seemed to be a ball of cotton wool, which was slowly expanding, filling the entire chest, soft and warm.

He looked down at Bao Jinghan, gazing gently.

That look, just like a brother who loves his sister, is full of pure concern.

"Brothers and sisters? You... you really don't look alike! Does one look like a father and the other a mother?"

The young man stroked his crew cut with a smile, and when he took a look at Bao Jinghan, his eyes gradually became somewhat suspicious.He didn't know if he was overthinking, but he always felt that he had seen this beautiful face many times.But at this moment, I can't remember it.

Fortunately, Bao Jinghan said at this moment: "I am more like a mother."

"Your mother must be a beautiful woman! Hehe..."

The corners of his mouth were grinning, revealing all his white teeth, greeting everyone.The young man laughed a few times, and asked casually, "Hey, whose grave are you here to visit?"

"My mother."

"Ah...Sorry...I'm a stupid person, I always say bad things."

"It doesn't matter."

Bao Jinghan shook his head, smiled and turned his eyes to look out of the window, looking at the white light flashing across the sky, and then at the icy appearance, the heart that had just warmed up seemed to be cooling down.

And the aura around her seemed to be covered with a layer of depression because of it.

"Ah-ah-"

The indescribable old man suddenly yelled several times in succession to draw everyone's attention.

Bao Jinghan looked at him without exception.

But I saw him gesturing to himself in sign language, saying: Everyone has only one destiny, so don't worry too much about it when it's over, otherwise, their souls will not be able to rest in peace.

The words of the old man are concise but more intriguing.

Bao Jinghan blinked, and suddenly smiled from the bottom of his heart, like an old man making a thank you gesture.

The young man who was quietly watching the interaction between the two suddenly slapped his head and jumped up.

Pointing to Bao Jinghan: "Your mother's name is Bo Qingqing?!"