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

"Nonsense! What do you think the old man knows? Who knows if this girl asked you to pretend to be a treasure appraiser to deceive me!"

Ye Tengda's face was neither red nor out of breath, and he blamed Bao Jinghan for the problem.

But he still looks righteous and awe-inspiring, not afraid of being oppressed by evil forces, it's really funny!

"Let you go...you fart! I, Meng Lao Liu, entered the treasure appraising business right after I was born in the womb. It has been almost 60 years now, and I have touched more babies than you have pulled out tadpoles! You Dare to ask me what I know?! I think you are a shitty idiot, and you have the nerve to say that the Bo family has deceived you—if you have the ability to deceive you, you might as well bend down to pick up money!"

Meng Laoliu, who was questioned about his professional skills, originally thought that Ye Tengda was not pleasing to his eyes.

In a rage, he opened his mouth and wanted to swear.

But suddenly remembering that Bao Jinghan was there, he said it a lot more tactfully.

However, his sonorous and sonorous voice confused the few punks at the side.

Even Ye Tengda didn't speak for a while.

Bao Jinghan didn't have time to pay attention to their reactions, and frowned and approached the square table.

Glancing over the dazzling array of things on the table, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Ye Tengda, it seems that you can't remember a word I told you last time!"

A calm voice is the calm before the storm.

Bao Jinghan raised his eyes.

His eyes stared sadly at Ye Tengda's serious face: "Why, you don't dare to speak anymore? Ye Tengda, Director Ye, you are holding this pile of rotten things that can be seen through at a glance, and you want to exchange for my mother's ones. Treasures?! You——do you think my Bo family is blind!"

Gritting her teeth, she spoke word by word.

But his eyes seemed to be glued to Ye Tengda's face, taking every inch of his expression into his eyes.

"Humph!"

Ye Tengda simply threw away the last trace of his hypocritical mask, his face was ashen, and his eyes looked at Bao Jinghan contemptuously.

"Your mother's things were spared when she was alive. You ask me for it now, and I'll get it for you there! Besides, I'm not the only one who used it. It took a lot of money to raise you and your mother over the years, but now I only give you these things because you are my daughter. Don't be shameless, and you will not be punished if you toast Alcohol, that's not good!"

As he said that, Ye Tengda took out a check and waved it at her: "If it's not enough, I'll give you another [-], and I'll treat it as compensation for Jiaojiao taking your position as a young girl!"

He casually clenched the check into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Ye Tengda stretched out his foot and stepped on it, then kicked towards Bao Jinghan.

Completely a condescending face of Shi En.

Disgusting!

"Ah-"

Qingling's melodious laughter contained deep sarcasm.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Bao Jinghan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Ye Tengda, and approached him while applauding.

His eyes flicked across his face little by little, and fell on the hand on his waist, pressing the gun.

Tongren trembled involuntarily, with a bit of excitement: "Okay, very good—old guy, you'd better remember every word and every sentence you said today. Also, hurry up when you draw your gun, Keep your eyes on it. Better pray to God that you can shoot me with one shot, or..."

Standing in front of Ye Tengda.

Bao Jinghan leaned slightly and whispered something in his ear.

When leaving, Ye Tengda, whose face was extremely gloomy, quickly drew his gun.

But Bao Jinghan moved faster than him.

Before he raised his hand, the barrel of the exquisite Browning pocket pistol was already facing his temple.

Stick tightly.

Cool to the bone!