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

Chapter 109: Chapter 109 Clear to Cloudy

He had actually slept until now before waking!

Bo Jingshen stared at the hands of the clock in the living room and, after a while, realized that he had slept till this late.

He reached for his phone, which was in his pocket and still carried a charge.

It was just on silent mode, so there were quite a few missed calls and unread messages piled up.

He didn’t rush to check them, but his attention was drawn to the mint green enamel milk pot covered on the table.

Bo Jingshen reached out and peeled off the sticky note attached to the lid of the pot.

The sticky note was pink, and with a water-based pen, someone had written in elegant handwriting: "If the hangover soup has gotten cold, heat it up on the stove before you drink, and there are new toothbrushes and towels in the cabinet under the sink in the master bedroom’s bathroom."

The hangover soup in the enamel pot had indeed gone cold, but Bo Jingshen did not heat it up. Instead, he directly opened the lid and drank the soup in the pot, gulp by gulp.

It wasn’t actually very tasty. It was not the kind of elaborately stewed, slow-cooked soup to begin with, and it had gotten cold. Besides, Su Xiaolu’s cooking skills were clearly lackluster, so the soup really didn’t taste very good.

But Bo Jingshen still drank it, gulp by gulp, as if it were some sort of delicacy, and finished all the soup in the pot.

The corners of his mouth curved into a slight smile, one of contentment.

Then he planned to do what the sticky note suggested and go fetch the towel and toothbrush to take a shower.

A little pink sticky note, which he did not have the heart to throw away, was carefully folded and slipped into his pocket.

But Bo Jingshen headed into the wrong room, opening a door not to the master bedroom, but to a... studio.

As soon as the door opened, he was greeted by the faint scents of paint and turpentine wafting inside.

The studio had floor-to-ceiling windows, very bright and excellently illuminated.

on it,

on the floor, there lay a piece of long-furred rug that looked particularly comfortable, with several cushions placed on it. Next

one could imagine how cozy and comforting it must be for someone to curl up on the carpet, leaning against soft pillows,

another wall were many framed paintings, of

a few simple strokes of color achieving pinpoint catchiness, presenting an

of oil paint, creating wonderful depth and drawing the viewer into

the wall were all quite beautiful, surely chosen with

looking less painstaking—seemingly casual works the owner had done in their

the room, bearing

it and then couldn’t take his eyes

walked up and gently

a

that felt alive with the essence of life, even featuring

with stars,

it at first glance—it was the seaside of Hai

and Su Lu had visited the seaside in Hai City before. She had even drawn the car they parked by the sea, and vaguely, one

paint on the canvas had

a moment of thought, he took the

short while, he found a new towel and

took a comfortable bath, washing

then remembered that his phone seemed to be

living room coffee

big, but he felt quite comfortable here—somehow,

the news he

all the weariness, he felt even more

after he saw the

curves, froze, as if chilled

phone just