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.

wasn’t much other furniture; by the window, against the wall, there was a small five-tier shelf with many tiny pots of plants on it, some with

looked particularly comfortable, with several cushions placed on it. Next to the rug was a small bookshelf crammed with

very relaxing vibe, as if one could imagine how cozy and comforting it must be for someone to curl up on

many framed

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

were carefully crafted with thick layers of oil paint, creating wonderful depth and drawing the viewer

all quite beautiful, surely chosen

some frames were not hung but rather leaned against the wall, looking less painstaking—seemingly casual works the owner had done in their free time. Some had even turned out poorly and

stood in the middle of the room, bearing a painting that was nearly

it and then couldn’t

up and

a

kind with a profound atmosphere, but one that felt alive with the essence

the night sky was filled with stars, reflecting twinkling points upon

first glance—it

had even drawn the car they parked by the sea, and vaguely, one could see that a person was depicted sitting in the passenger

the oil paint on the

a moment of thought, he

new towel and toothbrush

comfortable bath, washing away all the

his phone seemed to be piled up

living room coffee table

in Su Lu’s house, it indeed wasn’t very big, but he felt

the news he heard from Tang Cheng last night

weariness, he felt

last long after he saw the missed calls and unread

previously content curves, froze, as if chilled in an instant, spreading a

his phone just happened to