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

Bao Jinghan stood there for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

After pondering for a moment, she let out a breath slowly, and left with her long legs.

Aze looked at her back, subconsciously clenched the document in his hand, and followed her closely, chasing after her...

The light golden sunlight is a little dazzling.

But Mr. Bo seems to like this warm feeling very much.

At this moment, he was standing at the window of the small rotunda on the second floor, looking out the window at the fleet of convoys galloping away one after another, watching them go away.Gradually, the shadow of the convoy became smaller and blurred, but he still didn't move half a step, and still stood there until the shadow of the car completely disappeared from his field of vision, then he lowered his eyes, as if he was getting tired slowly. closed his eyes.

"Old man, you are tired, have a cup of tea and rest."

The old butler who walked in with a not-so-good-looking mug saw the old man leaning against the window with his eyes closed from a distance, so he stepped forward in two quick steps, put down the tray in his hand, and stretched out his hand. He gave Mr. Bo a hand.

Bo Lao waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

He closed his eyes for a while before opening them again.

He turned around and sat down on the sofa beside him, his eyelids drooped, and he saw the strange-looking cup across the table.Unable to help, he raised his brows slightly, glanced at the old butler in surprise, and at the same time he spoke, he raised his hand to gesture to the opposite sofa chair, signaling the old butler to take a seat.

"Where did you find this cup?!"

"This is Miss's stuff. You have kept it well, but you haven't taken it out for a long time. I went to the storage room to check things, and I happened to see it, so I took it out and used it."

The old housekeeper explained very seriously.

It sounds like I can't find half of the mistakes.

But Mr. Bo knew that the old butler was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he brought this thing to let him see it to relieve his worries.

Picking up the strangely shaped cup, Mr. Bo had the illusion that he was holding a thousand gold stones in his hands.Seeing this strange shape, he couldn't help but think back to those years... This cup was made for him by his daughter, the jewel in his palm, when he first learned pottery.It was only when the embryo was broken that it became crooked, not like a cup.But to him, this cup is more precious than any of his collections.

This represents his daughter's love for him!

At that time, his Qingqing was so cute!It's a pity that good luck tricked people, and in the end, such a lovely child ended up like this——

"Old man, thank you! Your cup of tea came just in time!"

This cup carried too many memories of him.Most of those memories are beautiful, but the ending is extremely miserable.Looking at the cup now, old man Bo dispelled the thought that had arisen in his mind before.No matter what, he will let go this time and let Jing Han grow up on his own.

Even if this road is destined to make her experience a baptism of blood.

But as long as she can grow up, let her be alone, and let her have enough strength to carry the future of the Bo family, then even if he closes his eyes tomorrow, he will have the face to meet his long-awaited old wife. ?

Subconsciously, Bo Lao tightly clenched the cup in his hand, and a sharp gleam suddenly appeared in his staring eyes!