Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

38: Chapter 38 Painting Him 38: Chapter 38 Painting Him Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Lu Feichi didn’t expect Su Lu to ask this.

It seemed like she really didn’t want Bo Jingshen to know.

Lu Feichi didn’t answer but instead asked back, “Why?”

Su Lu helplessly smiled and shook her head, “It’s nothing, just that…

he doesn’t need to know.”

About what happened back then, Bo Jingshen hated her.

Su Lu was conflicted, but no matter what, the damage was already done.

It was better that he hated her than having regrets.

It wasn’t Bo Jingshen’s fault for what happened back then.

So, regardless of everything, Su Lu didn’t quite want Bo Jingshen to regret it.

She was the one at fault, he did nothing wrong back then, so why should he regret it?

“Get in the car.

Why are you in a daze?”

A luxury car stopped in front, Bo Jingshen leaned over from the driver’s seat and saw her standing there in a trance, assuming she was dizzy from drinking again.

He sighed lightly, “Forget it, with your tolerance, you’re trying to help someone fend off drinks…”

With that, he opened the door and got out, walked over to the passenger side, and opened the door, “Get in the car.”

Su Lu wasn’t dizzy, she got into the passenger seat, turned her head to say goodbye to Lu Feichi.

Lu Feichi nodded, reached out, and patted Bo Jingshen’s shoulder, “Keep in contact.”

“Mm.

See you.” Bo Jingshen also patted his shoulder, then waved to others before turning back to the driver’s seat and driving away.

Back at the hotel, Su Lu went to the bathroom to shower first.

When she came out, Bo Jingshen sat behind the desk, a silver metallic laptop on the table.

He wore a pair of fine-framed blue light-blocking glasses on his nose, exuding a calm and wise elite aura.

Hearing Su Lu coming out, he raised his eyes behind the glasses to look at her.

“There’s hangover soup on the table in the living room.

Drink it and go to sleep.”

“Oh…

thought for a moment,

this, she saw Bo

her lip and thought, she really shouldn’t have

same roof now, it felt like many words had

she honestly didn’t mean anything by

his eyebrows with some amusement and

a video conference

early after

to go to

was indeed the right time to have a meeting

him raise his hand to massage his

was working a bit

a small

was hot dried pollack bean

in the living room, just so she could see the man sitting behind the desk

video conference should have

and composed at the screen, occasionally scrolling the mouse

a low voice, the content was

deep voice sounded very good when

conference lasted for three

it for today.” Bo Jingshen said softly, “The issues we mentioned

conference ended, Bo Jingshen took off

Then he froze.

the woman who should have

Where was Xiaolu?

Jingshen stood up, just walked

long

small earthen pot on the coffee table had long lost its heat, and most of the soup

steady and long, her

her chest, holding the hotel’s provided notepad against her chest, while the other hand dangled off the edge of the sofa, with a pencil that originally was held between her fingers

floor, and placed it on the coffee table, then gently took the notepad

His gaze suddenly stopped.

notepad, there was a

the man sitting behind the desk, looking at the computer screen, exquisitely

It was him.

the subtleties of his

for a moment, staring

gaze fell on the woman who

much time

years, to the point where he almost forgot, forgot that the woman he once loved the most, in fact, was a quiet person who loved painting, a talented student from Yida’s art

life she once wanted, not holding a paintbrush, but mingling at social banquets,

cost of

was,

picked her up with ease,

woke up, it was

didn’t know how she

clearly fallen asleep on the