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

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Drawing Funds

"Brother, where are you now?" Jing Ruo asked, not eager for a reply, but continued, "Anyway, why don’t you come back first? Given Dad’s temperament, I think him saying he’ll arrive tomorrow could just be a bluff."

Bo Jingshen was frowning deeply. Although he usually didn’t take Jing Ruo’s words too seriously, he knew at this moment that Jing Ruo was not wrong.

Because Jing Ce was such an unpredictable person, his actions were always bizarre, and it seemed that due to the Jing Family’s manipulative way of upbringing, he naturally lacked the ability to trust others. Therefore, even in the business world, he often employed deceptive tactics.

When Bo Jingshen was first brought back to Beijing, he didn’t know Jing Ce well enough and often suffered due to Jing Ce’s strange ways of working and personality.

Once bitten, twice shy, Bo Jingshen was particularly cautious about Jing Ce’s temperament, and he didn’t need Jing Ruo to remind him to take it seriously.

"Brother?" Jing Ruo called out to him again.

"I know. I’m coming back now," Bo Jingshen said, his voice tired as if the fatigue alleviated by the previously cold and unsatisfactory hangover soup, and the comfortable hot shower he had taken, were now all coming back with a vengeance.

Jing Ruo on the other end of the line sounded much relieved and her voice relaxed considerably.

Last night, she had inquired about some information from Tang Cheng and had gone to the car park for leisure, where Bo Jingshen happened to see her. She was worried that Bo Jingshen might misunderstand and was very cautious in her speech, but now that the misunderstanding had been cleared up, so Jing Ruo also felt much relieved.

She said quietly, "Then can you bring some food back for me? If it’s not convenient, forget about it."

Although Bo Jingshen was usually indifferent towards Jing Ruo, he wasn’t really that bad.

For instance, even though he was very tired at the moment, he didn’t refuse her request and even asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Jing Ruo chuckled on the other end, "I want spicy hot pot, more meatballs, fewer vegetables, moderately spicy."

"Got it."

Bo Jingshen hung up the phone and stood up from the sofa.

As he walked to the front hall, he glanced back at the not-too-large house, feeling a slow emergence of reluctance in his heart.

silently sighed softly, changed his shoes, and

Lu came out of the hospital and rushed home, then on a whim, stopped by a

the hangover soup this morning was rather

bags in her hands, her

Although it was moving at the usual speed, it felt to her

wasn’t the speed of the elevator that was slow; it was

code and

into the front hall, for some reason, those light and joyful

"human touch", and this notion of "human touch" is quite metaphysical. A room inhabited by

if no one has been in the house for even just a couple of days, it noticeably exudes a coldness,

front hall, her initially pounding heart gradually

didn’t need to go in and look; she already knew that Bo

without the tall man with long legs lying crookedly on the

a neatly folded blanket, that had been covering him, lay on the sofa, indicating that someone had once

kitchen carrying shopping bags, intending to

the mint green enamel pot

the lid, only to find it completely empty. She wondered whether he had drunk

to the living room and

She entered the studio.

change that could be considered significant had indeed become

pace and walked up to

with worldly life, that had

and

place of where the frame once stood, a large clip holding a bank card was

bank card

money card..." Su

Jingshen won from racing, which was meant for her, but in her disoriented state at the time, she