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.

sighed softly, changed his

a whim, stopped by a supermarket near the neighborhood and bought some food and ingredients to

thought about it, the hangover soup this morning was rather rudimentary

the brimming shopping bags in her hands,

at the floor numbers displayed. Although it was moving at the usual speed, it felt to

the elevator that

her code and opened

as she stepped into the front hall, for some reason, those

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

one has been in the house for even just a couple of days, it noticeably

the front hall, her initially

some reason, she didn’t need to go in and look; she

walked in with the bags. The living room was already empty, without the tall man with long legs lying crookedly on the carpet, his

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

shopping bags, intending

she saw the mint

She wondered whether he had drunk or disposed of the

the living room and realized that the door to her studio seemed to

She entered the studio.

many changes, but the one change that could be

Lu quickened her pace and walked up to her

scene, brimming with worldly life, that had

and the canvas

a large clip holding a bank card was

card looked very

this the prize money card..."

indeed the card Bo Jingshen won from racing, which was meant for her, but in her disoriented state at the time, she opted to leave and had