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

Huge bookshelves towered all around, leaving only one floor-to-ceiling window, half-hidden by dark curtains.

At the table, on the leather chair.

A tall figure sat quietly, holding a cigarette between his fingers and resting it on his forehead.

It's not a dark red glow.

The man's back is somewhat inexplicably lonely.

However, his gaze was always on the right side of the table.

Congeal on that side photo frame.

This photo frame is not exquisite, nor can it be said to have any aesthetic feeling at all. It can even be said to be out of place in this place full of books.

As for the people in the photo, one is not a peerless beauty and handsome guy, and the other is not a harmonious and beautiful family portrait.

Just two half-grown, silly, innocent children.

This photo was taken by Lin Xing when he was in the first year of junior high school.

He on top was wearing a hurdling vest that looked awfully earthy, holding a golden trophy that he thought was crudely made, and held it cheerfully.

And that girl was standing beside him...

But time flies.

Time is something that will always take away some good memories slowly, or directly seal them up inadvertently.

All that's left are scratches after the change.

Like the annual rings of a tree, hidden in layers of bark and left in the trunk.

What he said yesterday was serious enough.

Qiao Xin probably won't come here again today!

fair enough……

sighed.

Lin Xing stubbed out the cigarette butt, turned on the desk lamp casually, and looked down at the brick-like tome of medical literature on the table.

But before he could turn two pages, the phone vibrated.

A small envelope is displayed on the screen.

Click to open.

That message was only five words.

- "I'm getting married"

……

evening.

Bao Jinghan was in the room, quietly changing clothes for Tangtang.

And said to Tangtang: "Bo Juntang, don't make trouble when you go down for a while, be polite!"

"Hmph! I don't like bad uncles!"

Mengbao tidied up the small collar pins pinned to the neckline by herself. Her little fingers twirled the half of the silver tassel that was dragged down by the collar pins. Holding her mouth awkwardly, she tugged hard, expressing her reluctance.

"Tangtang! It's not the bad uncle, it's Uncle Lu!"

"He bullies Tangtang, Tangtang doesn't like him, he is a bad uncle—bad, uncle, uncle!"

The axial Tangtang, with that milky voice, bit the title very hard as if deliberately emphasizing it.

Turning to look at Jing Jing, who let Bao Jinghan dress him, unconsciously frowned.

But he didn't say much.

He just turned his head and let out an angrily "hum".

"Tangtang, whether you like it or not is another matter, but he is an elder, so you can't be rude! Have you forgotten how Grandpa Zeng taught you?"

"Hum hum!"

Tangtang, who was wronged, continued to hum with her hands folded around her chest, expressing her dissatisfaction.

Bao Jinghan was also very patient and not angry.

She reached out and pinched the child's fair and round cheeks, a sly gleam flashed across the fox-like eyes.

"Boy, don't you dare not listen to me! Then, I'll call Jason now, and when I ask him to come, be sure to leave Tangtang's gift behind!"

Upon hearing this, Tangtang, who was still awkward at first, immediately turned her head.

Staring at Bao Jinghan, she wailed, "Mommy... I'm good, I'm good!"

But this little guy added a sentence in his heart——

Only be good to people other than the bad uncle...