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

To speak so bluntly would be extremely impolite in any other situation.

But at this moment, this simple, honest young man yelled out in a hurry, so that people didn't feel offended, but a little surprised.

"You know... my mother?"

After a few seconds of silence, Bao Jinghan frowned and asked in a low voice.

The hands holding the cup trembled uncontrollably.

The warm water rippled shallowly in the cup.

"I, I... I didn't mean to offend, I'm just stupid, just now I was in a hurry, just, just—"

The young man scratched his head in embarrassment, and hurriedly wanted to explain, but he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he stuttered.

Bao Jinghan smiled reassuringly, raised his wrist slightly, and waved his hand slightly, signaling that he didn't care.

But those bright black eyes were filled with traces of eagerness and unconcealable curiosity, which were projected directly on the young man's face, with a kind of forbearance and a very earnest inquiry.

This silent move can easily win the favor of others.

Because, there is a good cultivation called respect in it.

The old man sitting behind the young man saw all this in his eyes.

He yelled a few times, raised his foot and kicked the struggling young man, and then made a sign language to Bao Jinghan and the others.

But Bao Jinghan's cognition of opponents and opponents has not reached such a high level.

Therefore, when the old man finished typing the long series of sign language, her expression was still confused: "Old man, I'm sorry, I can only understand a little..."

The old man seemed a little anxious, and kicked his nephew again, signed the sign language again in front of him, and finally pointed at Bao Jinghan.

The young man with a thick head and a thick head, has always been very embarrassed, quietly rubbing his butt that has been kicked n times.

After the old man finished speaking in sign language, he turned around and said to Bao Jinghan, "Girl, my Uncle Yao is explaining to you, how do we know that Bao Qingqing is your mother."

Before he finished speaking, he realized that the three words at the end sounded very inappropriate, so he suddenly covered his mouth.

But seeing that Bao Jinghan didn't frown, and obviously didn't think about it, he calmed down and continued boldly: "Actually, I thought you were kind from the beginning, but for a while, I just thought about it." I can't get up. But just now, my Uncle Yao reminded me that I should help the customer with that matter today, and I remembered."

That thing?

What's the matter?

Bao Jinghan raised her eyebrows silently, looked at him inquisitively, and waited quietly for him to clarify her doubts.

The young man scratched his head, sat down suddenly, and said loudly: "Oh, let's put it this way! There is a gentleman who asked us to put a bunch of hydrangeas on Bo Qingqing's tombstone every week...Hydrangeas It seems to be the name, but the flowers have no taste, and you can buy them in that flower shop all year round, and they are quite beautiful, in balls, really like a ball! That gentleman, He also specifically told us that it is best to send blue ones, and if there are no blue ones, we can change them to other colors. Because I often change flowers, it has been a long time, so I have an impression of Bo Qingqing's photos. Look carefully, you really look like her!"

As he spoke, the young man laughed again.

But Bao Jinghan's mind was deeply held by his words.