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

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense, just tell me—how long it will take!"

The indifferent eyes suddenly condensed.

Bo Junchen, who has always been extremely efficient at work, coldly asked the most straightforward question.

The other party paused and spoke quickly.

"At least give me another week. Although our people have already grasped some information, there are too many doubts about this matter, and the target is directed at Ms. Bo. We need to continue to follow up..."

Pointing the finger at that girl, it's really difficult this time!

On Bo Junchen's expressionless face, a rare look of hostility appeared faintly.

He flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, and pondered: "I see, keep checking, I'll wait for your report!"

Before he finished speaking, he pressed his swollen and painful temples with his finger with a cigarette in his hand, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Come here in person tomorrow, I have something else I want you to do." !"

"Yes, boss!"

There was nothing to say, so Bo Junchen cut off the call directly, put down the phone, and faced the silent night sky outside the window, silently smoking a cigarette.

The light in the slightly squinted pupils was always in a half-freezing state.

Tonight was a very difficult sleep for him.

And waiting here for the passage of time is more like torture!

His eyes were condensed in the halo outside the window, and his thoughts drifted away unconsciously——

When did he really start caring about that girl?

He has forgotten the specific time.

But he didn't forget the promise he made.

She is his favorite niece, he will spoil her, protect her, and treat her well.

The only thing that cannot be given is love!

He thought he loved, loved deeply.

But love is something that can bite. He no longer knows what love is after being bitten, and even feels that he has never really loved anything.

Maybe, as Su Nuanxia said, the two of them are the same person, loving yourself is always better than...

He is Bo Junchen. From the day he decided to climb to this position step by step, he was destined to be a very rational man with a career, ideals and ambitions.

Feelings do not occupy his life, or even just an accessory.

But he didn't realize how important this little girl Bao Jinghan has occupied in his heart during the past five years.

It was so important that it gradually covered up the cuts that Su Nuanxia had made on his heart one after another.

She is like a good medicine.

Use that special affection to heal his unbearable feelings.

So much so that, now, he somewhat wants to seize this only salvation.

but--

He can't do that!

As for the reason, the whole world knows about it, and he is probably the only one left...

A speck of red light, in the smoke he swallowed, disappeared uncertainly.

Bo Junchen just sat there, smoking all night.

It wasn't until the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows brightened that he put out the last cigarette, opened the door and walked out of the study.

…………

early morning.

A warm light shines through the curtains.

Bao Jinghan, who had an extremely accurate biological clock, opened his eyes, looked at the men, one big and two young, beside him, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After a long time, she mechanically turned her face to look at the light and shadow by the French window. She was stunned for half a second, then she stretched out her hand and slapped herself on the head.

Afterwards, he blinked vigorously, and finally regained his chaotic consciousness.

She is not dreaming!