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

Staring at the photo, Bao Jinghan suddenly felt powerless.

In the vast sea of ​​people, how easy is it to find someone?

She is neither a fairy, nor does she have the ability to pinch and count, nor is she an arrogant hacker who can shuttle through various intelligence systems to steal information.

Of course, even if she could pay a hacker, it wouldn't help—

There is indeed an ID card in the public security system, but what if the ID card can be found?

What she can think of, there is no guarantee that the other party can't think of it!

Besides, this person doesn't seem to want them to find...

Silently sighed.

Bao Jinghan rubbed his forehead and put down the photo in his hand.

There is a strange feeling in my heart.

It was as if the man was beside them, like a ghost.

However, what's even stranger is that he doesn't seem to want to harm her, but is constantly... stopping her!

"what?"

I was taken aback by the idea that came out of nowhere.

Bao Jinghan suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the document in his hand again, quickly turned a few pages backwards, and glanced down.

After a while, she suddenly laughed, and lifted the folder towards Bo Junchen.

The scallion-like fingertips fell on a certain line, and with the neatly manicured nails, they tapped lightly: "Uncle, look at this record. If it wasn't copied from the recording and made a mistake, it was The pharmacist's family is hiding something from us!"

"There is no mistake in copying. I have heard the recording with my own ears."

Bending down, Bao Junchen propped up the table with one hand, put one hand on the back of her chair, read the place where her fingertips tapped, quickly scanned it, and gave an answer that she didn't really want to hear: "I had doubts about this question before, but the pharmacist's family members were of the same opinion. They didn't change their minds through threats and temptations!"

"Then... what's going on with this photo?"

"This photo was obtained from the surveillance outside the pharmacist's community."

His gaze fell back to the photo.

Bao Jinghan frowned in wonder, and couldn't figure out what the intentions of this guy who looked at least [-]% similar to him were? !

Why would he take what the apothecary had left her?

Why do you frequently appear in front of her in this way?

And why did she stop her from finding the truth several times in succession?

……

A series of questions tangled in my mind.

Bao Jinghan's headache was terribly painful, and he punched himself subconsciously.

"Hanhan—"

Bo Junchen grabbed her hand that was clenched into a fist, and the gaze that fell into her eyes was deep and complicated, as if he was carrying too much emotion, but he didn't dare to reveal it at all.

"open."

The scattered thoughts were stopped suddenly, Bao Jinghan slightly raised his eyebrows, looked sideways at the tall man in front of him, and said two words coldly.

But instead of letting go, Bo Junchen held on tighter.

Coincidentally, what he grabbed was her injured left hand.

And the strength is so strong that it seems to break her wrist bone!

Looking down, Bao Jinghan raised his face to meet his gaze.

——The eyes collided.

The two sides are incompatible with each other and persecute each other.

seconds.

Bao Jinghan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth tightly, rippling his familiar smile.

Slowly narrowing his eyes, he moved his lips.

The voice came out tactfully, it sounded provocative, but it was tinged with a touch of sarcasm: "Dear uncle, you haven't had a drink yet, are you drunk? See who I am, and don't do anything to embarrass you It's a slap in the face!"