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

Maybe it's because in this embrace, there is the familiar atmosphere of the best friend?

Bo Jinghan only felt his nose sore and wanted to cry.

For her, friendship is also a hard-won luxury.You know, when a person stands at a certain height, it is difficult to get a lot of emotional things.Because most of the communication between people at this time will be linked to interests, friends are like this, love is like this, and even family members are sometimes sadly confused with interests.

But Bao Jinghan was very fortunate that she got her family, her friends, and her lover.

But now...

Before the thought that softened her heart came out of her mind, Bao Jinghan suddenly stretched out her hand, and ruthlessly pushed this best friend... the former best friend out.

"Get out when you're done talking, don't say these sensational things to me here. Since it's parting, then be quick, get out if you want, see you someday, we are strangers. You haven't figured it out in this life, and you still talk to me In the afterlife, hehe—”

Leaning sideways at the woman who stood stiffly in front of her, squinted her eyes with a smile, and looked at her coldly.

Bao Jinghan shook his head, looked away, and turned around.

One byte overflowed from between the lips and teeth very crisply.

It sounds cold and heartless.

But those who are familiar with her can hear her retention and reluctance from that crisp syllable.

"roll!"

The sound of footsteps gradually drifting away.

Bao Jinghan's fist clenched tighter and tighter.

Knowing that the voice was gradually far away, she let go of her fist, took a deep breath, and relaxed the tense back.But he didn't turn his head to look back in that direction, but walked into the gate of the castle calmly and gracefully, as if nothing had happened.

This ancient castle in Bojia Manor has a profound historical and cultural heritage.

The architectural style is also well known.

But the impression left by the castle, in addition to fairy tales, probably the most horror stories.

Because they looked from the outside, they were all wrapped in a layer of chilling and cold color by the layers of historical background.But if you are in it, you can feel the quiet, warm and independent beauty in the old castle.

Its masonry structure tends to be in the style of the Renaissance period. There are many windows, which bring in the sunlight from outside and decorate the entire hall extremely brightly.The colorful oil paintings symbolize the history and identity of this ancient castle. They are well-preserved and hung on the walls, warmed by the soft sunshine, highlighting the taste of the years left behind after their vicissitudes.

Bao Jinghan stood in the hall.

The maid beside her bowed her head respectfully, trying to reach out to take the bag in her hand.

But seeing that she didn't intend to give it to her, the maid didn't dare to raise her head, and just froze in place.

It wasn't until A Zecong came out of the small round hall beside A Zecong, and gestured to her to go down, that he was relieved, and walked away from Bao Jinghan with well-trained steps.

"Miss, Mr. Bo, Mr. Bo, Young Master Lu, and the two young masters are all in the small round hall. The old man asked me to come out to meet you and Miss Nuan Xia... Hey, why didn't you see Miss Nuan Xia?"

"She, she's gone."

Bao Jinghan responded in a low voice.

The tone was very calm, but Aze couldn't help but murmur subconsciously, "Gone?"

After a slight pause, she smiled again: "It seems that she is really busy preparing for the wedding!"

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