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

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Stole Someone’s Painting?

After that call ended, Su Lu tried to reach Bo Jingshen again.

Still, it was impossible to get through.

At the hot and spicy soup stand, Bo Jingshen placed a pink paper note on the counter.

The steam from the pot was making his nose itch, and Bo Jingshen covered his nose with his hand to suppress a sneeze.

The owner packed up the spicy soup and handed it to Bo Jingshen, then looked at the paper note with some difficulty, "Young man, can you pay by scanning a code?"

Bo Jingshen pulled out his mobile phone which had a blackened screen, "It’s out of battery."

Owner: "Ah, I don’t have any change. People rarely use cash these days..."

Bo Jingshen took the spicy soup and said quietly, "Keep the change."

Jing Ruo had been eagerly waiting, and by the time Bo Jingshen returned to the neighborhood, she was fiddling around boredly on the colorful fitness equipment in the area.

She swung on the treadmill as if she was about to take off any second.

Finally, seeing that tall and slender figure walk into the neighborhood, Jing Ruo’s eyes lit up, and she bounced and ran up to him, "Brother!"

"Here," Bo Jingshen handed over the bag in his hand.

Jing Ruo accepted it with glee, "I just called you and couldn’t get through. I thought you forgot."

"Out of battery," Bo Jingshen glanced at her as he spoke, watching Jing Ruo carrying the spicy soup and following him, "What, you plan to take this back to my place to eat?"

Bo Jingshen wasn’t used to sharing his space under the same roof, so he arranged an apartment in the same neighborhood for Jing Ruo to move into.

Although Jing Ruo was unwilling to accept it.

So at this moment, the expression on Jing Ruo’s face was pitiful, "I don’t even have bowls or chopsticks there..."

pitiful, but Bo Jingshen wasn’t buying it and pointed at the bag, "There are disposable bowls

to discuss something important with you. Dad called me today. Don’t you want to know what he

Jingshen furrowed his brows

Ruo again, his expression was a bit

that, he

wrapped in white cloth

a while, Jing Ruo thought... it might be

otherwise, she wouldn’t insist on going to his place to eat spicy soup. Although she indeed didn’t have bowls or chopsticks at her place, she had recently tried all kinds of takeout nearby and had

ask, "Hey Jingshen, what’s this you have

fingers, trying to peek under

slapped her hand away, "Mind your

so stingy. Can’t I even have a look?" Jing Ruo

saying flatly, "If you think I’m stingy,

you’re not stingy! Even counting a bowl of spicy soup against me!" Jing Ruo stamped her foot

frowned,

brows, Jing

had left him with PTSD. Not only was he extremely sensitive to turbulence during flights, but something like an elevator, that

Ruo

reached the floor, and

a large stainless steel bowl in the kitchen to serve

as soon as she carried it out, to avoid filling up the room with the

treated like a mysterious treasure, unwilling to even let her have a glance. It was now placed in

slurped the Yi Mian from the spicy broth as she walked

She looked inside curiously.

of Yi Mian, her words muffled, "I thought it was

in for a closer look, "The painting

is quite delicate, must be painted by a girl. Plus, it’s still not varnished, so

at a small detail on the painting, "This part isn’t finished

socialite to potentially leverage her in familial alliances among other things. He spared no expense in cultivating her interests in arts

discern quite a

oil, side-eyed Bo Jingshen skeptically, "You brought it back even though it’s unfinished. Tell me honestly, did you steal