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

Seeing this, she immediately understood.

Lin Moxun was helping them both!

In this way, Bao Jinghan naturally went down the slope.

She yawned lazily, covered her mouth with her hands, half-closed her eyes and looked in the direction of Bao Junchen, and said lightly: "Uncle, I slept late last night, so I go back to my room to catch up on sleep." Yes. You and Xiao Lin should have a lot of things to deal with, so I won't bother you!"

After finishing speaking, her gaze passed between the man's deep eyebrows, turned to Lin Moxun, and nodded slightly.

Lin Moxun was startled for a moment, then raised his lips and smiled.

Immediately, a particularly friendly smile line appeared on the corner of the deep eyes, and the intimacy of the big brother next door emerged spontaneously: "Have a good rest."

"Thank you!"

The short conversation had just ended, and Bao Jinghan walked upstairs without looking back.

……

Go back to the second floor.

When Bao Jinghan stood at the door of the bedroom, he felt his eyes go dark, and his body swayed unconsciously.

Stabilize quickly.

She turned around and leaned her back against the wall, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

Suppressing the momentary dizziness, she opened her eyes again, stared at the exquisite European-style railing in front of her, and shook her head slightly.

He turned around and was about to open the door when he heard footsteps with a familiar rhythm coming from the depths of the corridor.

The hand that was about to touch the doorknob retracted again.

Bao Jinghan's deep gaze was falling on A Ze who was gradually approaching.

His brows raised unconsciously.

Her eyes were slightly dazed, and before she could speak, she heard Aze explain: "Miss, the person who investigates the inner ghost just called. I was afraid of disturbing the rest of the young masters, so I came out to answer it! "

"Checked it out?"

Squeezing between her brows, Bao Jinghan's eyes fell on the stack of papers in A Ze's hand.

Aze understood immediately, and handed the stack of papers to Bao Jinghan.

"Miss, this is a fax they just sent. According to the contact records we retrieved from the telecommunication system, we can clearly see that Fiona has been in contact with this strange number recently. Coincidentally, , This number also called you yesterday!"

"Called me?"

Asking back, Bao Jinghan flipped through the dense communication records on the first few pages.

Her first reaction was to think of the troublesome veteran in the French headquarters.

But she noticed that this number is a domestic number, and the only strange number she talked to yesterday was Liu Mengru!

His brows furrowed unconsciously.

Bao Jinghan flicked the recording hand and stopped slightly: "Is it her? Liu Mengru!"

"It's Liu Mengru. Look at the last page, the last line of the call record. Then turn back and look at the photos you took. This is enough to prove whether what I said is true."

There is almost no doubt about Aze's determined tone.

But in Bao Jinghan's heart, in fact, she didn't want to believe that Fiona was the ghost.

But the facts have fully proved this point - Fiona is the ghost!She walked into this trap specially set for the ghost!

Looking at the record of contact between Fiona and Liu Mengru that Aze marked especially.

Bao Jinghan quickly flipped through the rest of the small stack of A4 papers, and the photos reflected on it were all the scenes of Fiona and Liu Mengru meeting last night.

"Ah……"

The self-deprecating smile bloomed and disappeared on the lips.

I sneered in my heart.

However, Bao Jinghan's gaze was fixed on the last photo, flickering faintly, and his tone was somewhat sad and cold: "Okay, she really gave me a surprise!"