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, some with translucent, variously

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

must be

another wall were many framed paintings, of

paintings with just a few simple strokes of color achieving pinpoint catchiness, presenting an elegance that was both minimalist

oil paint, creating wonderful depth and drawing the viewer into

on the wall were all quite beautiful,

were not hung but rather leaned against the wall, looking less painstaking—seemingly casual works the owner had done in their free time. Some

middle of the room, bearing a painting that was nearly

Jingshen glanced at it and then couldn’t take his

he walked up and

depicted a

profound atmosphere, but one that felt alive with the essence of life, even featuring a fried squid

sky was filled with stars, reflecting twinkling points

at first glance—it

parked by the

the oil paint

moment of thought, he took

new towel and toothbrush under the sink in the master bedroom’s

bath, washing

the bathroom, he then remembered that his phone seemed to be piled up

went to the living room coffee table

he felt quite

about by the news he heard from Tang Cheng last night had

away all the weariness, he felt even more comfortable and

not last long after he saw the missed calls and

expression on Bo Jingshen’s face, the previously content curves, froze, as if chilled in an instant,

that moment, his phone just