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

And if she didn't understand, she probably would have suspected that this matter had an inseparable relationship with the Bo family and Bo Junchen, right?

Close your eyes, inhale, exhale.

Open it again.

Bao Jinghan took a deep breath, raised his eyes to meet Bao Junchen's probing gaze, and said with a half-smile: "You know, uncle. Sometimes, when you don't know a lot of things, it doesn't hurt people, but if you know it, it hurts once. But A little knowledge is the most uncomfortable thing in the world. Especially things like Sheng Qing. To me, he is a nightmare, but to Nuan Xia, he is an eternal wound that cannot heal. Even if you love her, you can't replace Sheng Qing's position in her heart. Even if he is a bastard, as long as she falls in love with him, he is the treasure in her heart. If she doubts you, if you don't explain it, to her, it means nothing. default."

"Do you think I don't want to talk about it? I can't help it. There are some things you can't explain clearly at all! Just like Lu Yan——"

Bo Junchen stopped abruptly after speaking halfway through.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain on his body, and stretched out his hand to Bao Jinghan: "Hanhan, come here!"

Seeing the bitter helplessness on Bao Junchen's face, Bao Jinghan couldn't bear to stand up and approached the bed silently.

He took her hand and looked at the tail ring she was still wearing.

Cautiously reaching out, tentatively caressing the sea blue gemstone on the tail ring.

But Bao Jinghan suddenly withdrew his hand as if something was wrong.

"Am I that scary? Hanhan, tell me. Why is Su Nuanxia like this, and you are like this too. You...one betrayed and the other escaped. Could it be that I am not good enough for you and not hard enough, huh?"

The ending sound is slightly raised, mixed with a bit of self-deprecating irony.

Bao Jinghan's heart trembled slightly, and his dark eyes also trembled.

She looked at Bo Junchen and shook her head: "No, it's not that you're not good enough, and it's not that you don't care. It's just that...you never believed us. But later, I figured it out. Bo Junchen...Uncle, you don't even care about yourself. Believe, how can you believe us? Love is not enough to give, but also to have trust and respect. Once, you gave me the strength to live again, gave me trust, and also gave me respect, let me once I misunderstood myself... But then I realized that the person you like is not me, it's just because the original me has many similarities with Nuan Xia, which makes you fascinated. You tried to turn me into the second Su Nuan Xia, unfortunately, I am a human being, not a machine, and I have my own emotions and desires, which cannot be molded and changed by you. Fortunately, now, everyone belongs to you.”

"Hanhan—"

"Since we have talked about this topic, listen to me!"

Without giving Bao Junchen another chance to speak, Bao Jinghan returned to the sofa and sat down.

But instead of lazily leaning on him like in the past, he sat upright, looked at him solemnly, and said calmly: "Uncle, although I don't know, what role did you play in this matter of Sheng Qing? What kind of role is the Bo family. But I am here today for the sake of Grandpa, for the Bo family, and to give you a word. Grandpa asked me to tell you to let go when it's time to let go. He told you... to give up Nuan Xia! "

The already weak hand trembled slightly.

The cup held by his fingertips slipped from his hand, and a few drops of water fell on the quilt.

The cup landed firmly on the carpet.

Rolled a few times and stopped at Bao Jinghan's feet.

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