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

The dinner was very good, always quiet and well-behaved, sitting at the dining table, holding a knife and fork, but unwilling to eat.

Sullen and secretly weeping, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

Tangtang coaxed him from the side, repeating the various reasons that the adults used to let him eat obediently in a childish voice, and his serious appearance really had a bit of the majesty of being an older brother.

It's a pity that Jing Jing is a stubborn character. If he has no reason to shake his decision, even if you say a thousand or ten thousand words, it's useless.

No, Tangtang's mouth was dry after talking, and Jingjing still didn't move, just didn't eat!

Aunt Zeng, the only maid in the house, felt more and more distressed the more she looked at it, she wished she could go over immediately and hug this little guy in her arms.But seeing Mo Ji, the master, talking in a low voice with the honored guest who is the mother without changing his expression, and calmly not taking it seriously at all, Aunt Zeng had no choice but to endure it.

It's just that look, very erratic.

He has already aimed several times at the two adults on the table.

Meaningful.

It's obviously saying, why are you two so cruel, why are you willing to let such a cute little guy go hungry!

"Aunt Zeng, you should go eat too, this place will be cleaned up later."

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by this resentful gaze, Mo Ji glanced sideways, and gave Aunt Zeng a faint look.

Although the gaze was calm and breezy, it really made Aunt Zeng break into a cold sweat.

Her lips trembled, and Aunt Zeng didn't dare to be too fussy. She just quietly glanced at Bao Jinghan again, turned her eyes to look at the cute little guy, and finally sighed helplessly and exited the restaurant.

At this time, Bao Jinghan, who had been leaving the little guy to dry, put down the tableware, looked at the two brothers sitting opposite him solemnly, and lowered his voice: "Bo Juntang, don't worry about him, eat your own. Bo Jun Jing, you can't lose your temper at the dinner table, especially at someone else's table, this is the most basic etiquette."

"..."

With red eyes, the little guy was sobbing and crying very sadly.

But they are all silent.

His teeth clenched his lower lip, and it was obvious that he was holding back to keep himself from making a sound.

"Mommy, brother, he..."

"Bo Junjing, aren't you a man?"

Looking at Tangtang who hesitated to speak, and Jingjing who was crying silently, Bao Jinghan had already softened his heart, and at this moment he directly surrendered.

Turning around, she smiled apologetically at Mo Ji, then got up, walked around the dining table, and walked to Jing Jing's side.Reaching out to gently lift his chin, let him look at himself: "Quiet, tell Mommy, why are you crying, are you still at the dining table?"

Eyes that were hiding tears, touched Bao Jinghan's eyes lightly.

But at that moment, he lowered his eyes.

The little guy seemed to be avoiding her gaze, but Bao Jinghan could clearly feel that the child was very sad, and his sobbing petite body was trembling slightly.

"Jingjing, Mommy didn't mean to blame you, just trying to reason with you. We're guests at Shigong's house, Jingjing is a little gentleman, so we can't be rude, right?"

Suppressing the pity in his heart, Bao Jinghan took a tissue and gently wiped the tear stains on the little guy's cheeks.

There was no reproach in the gentle voice, only full of tenderness.

Probably because of this tenderness, Jing Jing finally raised her eyes and looked at Bao Jinghan.

The little brow was tightly frowned, and after a long while, he seemed to muster up his courage, and then he murmured, some broken words: "Dad... think about Dad quietly..."

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