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

"Bad uncle, were you the one who laughed just now?"

With his hands on his hips, Mengbao Tangtang put on a posture of pleading guilty, looked at Zhang Meng's steamed bun face, rounded his black fox eyes, and bared his teeth at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan remained silent, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she pressed Tangtang's head, which she didn't like to be touched the most.

In exchange for a burst of crispness, mixed with a trace of sweet and soft roar: "Don't touch Tangtang's head! Don't you know that a man's head is always being touched to make him grow taller? If I am not tall enough, It's up to you, it's all up to you!"

"Bo Juntang, you're making trouble again, aren't you?"

Looking sideways at Tangtang with lowered eyelids, Bao Jinghan snorted coldly.

The kid immediately stood up straight, as if standing in a military posture, straight and straight.

Even his hands were tightly clenched, resting on the seams of his trousers.

Posture standard!

But the small mouth was deflated, as if he had been wronged by something, and he was depressed.

"Mom...my..."

Looking at the brother who grew up with him with a bitter face, Jing Jing, who was lying on Lu Yan's shoulder, suddenly called softly.

And reversed the direction, opened his arms towards Bao Jinghan.

Her lips were murmured, and she uttered a syllable softly: "Hug..."

In the past few days, as long as Lu Yan is around, this kid has never looked for her.

But now that he took the initiative to ask her to hug him, it is probably because of Tangtang.

There was a little heat in the eye sockets, Bao Jinghan squinted his eyes, quickly adjusted his mood, stretched out his hand to take Jingjing from Lu Yan's arms, and looked at his new clothes up and down.

No matter the style, color or model, it is just right, just like tailor-made.

"My little prince looks good in everything he wears, so handsome! Let Mommy kiss me?"

Jing Jing's ignorant face was still cold and dazed, but it was obvious that he knew that Bao Jinghan was praising him, so he didn't twitch, but lowered his eyes slightly, and leaned his little head in Bao Jinghan's direction.

Bao Jinghan kissed him on the cheek.

She was patting his back lightly, but she heard him mumbling, saying in her ear: "Daddy... send..."

"Oh? Dad gave you the clothes! Did you quietly say thank you?"

Quietly hesitated, as if recalling something.

Immediately, he nodded vigorously.

Then he slowly shifted his gaze from Bao Jinghan's face to Tangtang, and tightened slightly his fingers holding Bao Jinghan's skirt, with his mouth half-opened, trying to bite out a few words.

"Brother... Be good... Be good..."

What he wanted to say was that my brother is a good boy, so Mommy shouldn't blame him.

Bao Jinghan understood in his heart, looking at Jing Jing, there was an uncontrollable distress in his eyes.

Who Said Autistic Children Have No Feelings?

They just can't express it, or they express it in a way that others don't understand.

"Good boy!" Bao Jinghan rubbed Jing Jing's forehead affectionately, and put him down: "Jing Jing, I heard that Uncle Lu gave you a set of books, can you let Uncle Lu read it to you and your brother? "

Quietly nodded acquiescingly, grabbed her brother's hand, and motioned silently for him to carry the books together.

Looking at the similar, almost unrecognizable figures of the two brothers.

The corners of Bao Jinghan's mouth slowly curled up——

Soft, beautiful, and warm to the bone.

Staring at such a fascinating smile, Lu Yan wished that time would stop at this moment, so that this kind of happiness could continue to remain.

"Jinghan," the mellow voice called Bo Jinghan's attention back: "I contacted several experts, and I will find a time soon to give Jingjing a consultation!"