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.

furniture; by the window, against the wall, there was a small five-tier shelf with many tiny pots of plants on it, some with translucent, variously colored succulents, as well as vibrantly colored carnivorous plants, and large pots of lush devil’s ivy

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

one could imagine how cozy and comforting it must be for someone to curl up on

wall were many

paintings with just a few simple strokes of color achieving pinpoint catchiness,

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

were all quite beautiful, surely chosen with great

wall, looking less painstaking—seemingly casual works the owner had done in their free time. Some had even turned out poorly and were left undealt with, stacked

middle of the room, bearing a painting that was nearly

it and then couldn’t

walked up and gently touched the

depicted a

one that felt alive with

with stars, reflecting twinkling points

recognized it at first glance—it was the

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 could see that a person was depicted sitting in the passenger seat—that was

oil paint on the canvas had already

of thought, he took the canvas

and toothbrush under the sink

took a comfortable bath, washing away

phone seemed to be piled up with many

to the living room coffee table to pick up his

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

brought about by the news he heard from Tang Cheng

the weariness, he felt even more comfortable

after he saw the missed

curves, froze, as if chilled in an instant,

his phone just happened to