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

Talking to smart people never takes a lot of effort.

Bo Jinghan is one, and the shrewd and sophisticated Bo Feiyang is even more so.

Squinting slightly.

Old man Bo squinted at the precious granddaughter in front of him, staring into her calm and calm eyes.

The fingertips holding the cup moved slightly.

Obviously, he had a lot to say to Bo Jinghan, but he didn't rush to say anything, but raised his wrist slightly, brought the teacup to his mouth, and took a few sips of water slowly.

"Grandpa spent half his life as a soldier. Later, because of your grandma, he had to leave this homeland and go overseas to work hard. But grandpa never regretted every choice he made, except for your mother... Grandpa has no regrets in his heart."

When old man Bo suddenly brought up old things again, Bao Jinghan's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his head before he knew it, and looked at him.

She didn't speak, just softened her eyes as much as possible, listening quietly and attentively.

"Life is alive, some people want to be ordinary, some people want to be vigorous. But in my grandfather's view, in this life, there is vitality in the ordinary, and it becomes ordinary after a long time. Da, I spent half my life lovingly with your grandmother, very happy and content. The only regret is your mother..."

"Grandpa—"

Hesitant to speak, Bao Jinghan looked at Mr. Bo calmly.

The old man in front of him still seemed to be in good spirits, but the pain in his eyes could not be healed by a simple word of comfort.

Subconsciously, Bao Jinghan moved his seat and approached the old man.

He stretched out his hand and gently held the cool hand of the old man, but his fingertips stayed in the palm of the old man.

There, there is a scar—

A wound that seemed to cut off the palm horizontally!

But what is contained in it is the endless love and hatred of the older generation, and also a slightly legendary past...

Thoughts drifted away.

Mr. Bo let the little girl hold his hand, and a wave of heat surged into his heart. It was so warm that his eyes were a little moist.

He stared at the woman in front of him who was exceptionally sensible and sensible, and whose heart was not inferior to that of a man.

There was a rare warmth in the eyes with deep vicissitudes.

The existence of this child is actually his support all these years!

"Good boy..."

Looking down at the slightly swaying black hair of the girl in front of him, Mr. Bo squeezed his eyes hard, and reached out to touch the top of her hair.

Bao Jinghan was slightly taken aback, then looked up at the old man.

"Hanhan, grandpa can't be with you forever."

"Grandpa!"

"Listen to me!"

Mr. Bo waved his hand to stop Bao Jinghan from saying: "Grandpa knows that you are a smart child, he also understands your character, and knows that you will not do the stupid things your mother did. But child, you have a weakness ——Your mother's past is your greatest weakness."

This girl, Bao Jinghan, is very shrewd, but emotionally, she is too harsh.

And the reason for this, Mr. Bo is very clear...

"Grandpa, I'm sorry..."

"What do you have to be sorry for? You are very sorry for me, the Bo family, and yourself. The one who really wants to say sorry is your mother... She is sorry for the Bo family, sorry for the ancestors, and even more sorry for you!"

Bo Lao was a little excited.

But no matter what, Bo Qingqing is also the daughter she held in the palm of her hand and loved, not to mention, she...