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

"That's right, it's true that no one suffers."

Touching his chin, Mr. Bo pondered, "Among Rong Jia's children, he is the youngest son with the most ability. And Weiguo has worked hard for our Bo family all his life, and has never asked for anything. The only thing you said today is that you want to arrange the future for this little son! However, your answer is probably more useful than a contract, it is simply a reassurance, and it reassures his heart! "

Bo Jinghan just laughed off Lao Bo's exclamation.

Then the subject was changed.

"Grandpa, Chief Rong's heart is at ease, you should be free to explain to me, right?"

She blinked playfully.

When Bao Jinghan raised his head and looked in the direction of the old man, he found a simple wooden box of agarwood in his hand.

The wooden box is only half the size of a palm, but the exquisite lines and clear carvings attracted Bo Lao's attention immediately.

"Hanhan, where did this thing come from?!"

Old Bo's whisper made Bo Jinghan swipe his hand holding the box.

Startled, she looked up at Bo Lao with a serious face, and shook the box at him: "Do you know this thing?"

"let me see."

Without answering her question directly, Mr. Bo asked to pass the box, looked around, and then used the same technique to open the cleverly designed box.

But when he saw the key inside, he opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was frightened, and seemed to be suspicious of something.

Immediately, a complicated glow flashed across his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, only a "click" was heard.

Bo Lao closed the box again, but did not return it to Bo Jinghan, but asked her in a very serious tone: "Hanhan, tell grandpa——where did this thing come from?!"

"Grandpa, this thing..."

"Don't ask why, answer my question first!"

Bo Lao asked very eagerly, and Bo Jinghan had only seen that kind of anxiety once in the past five years, and it was at an extremely critical moment.

But this time...

Frowning slightly, Bao Jinghan suppressed all the guesses in his heart, and slowly slid his eyes from Bo Lao's face to the box he was holding in his hand.

After being stunned for half a second, he slowly opened his mouth and told her about Shang Zhirong's handing over the box to her.

In her narration, Mr. Bo's mind also came to his senses.

After all, he was also a man who had rolled in the trenches and charged through the hail of bullets.After decades of immersion in the business world, it was not for nothing.

He quickly sorted out the pent-up emotions in his heart, looked at Bao Jinghan calmly, and put the box into his trousers pocket under her gaze.

The whole process was calm and composed.

As if that thing was his!

"Grandpa?"

"This thing is not good for you, so grandpa should keep it for you!"

Responding to Bo Jinghan's probing whisper, Mr. Bo subconsciously pressed his hand on his pocket, as if he was afraid of someone who would snatch it.

It stands to reason that if it was an ordinary box, even if Mr. Bo wanted a hundred or a thousand, she would get it for him.

But this thing was specially ordered by the mother to be handed over to her, plus the old man's defensive action at the moment, and his reaction when he saw the box... All these made Bao Jinghan have to think more!

Is it—

Before Bao Jinghan could think about it, Bo Lao's normal voice came again.

"Hanhan, you go upstairs to see Nuan Xia, that girl has locked herself in the room since she came back!"