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

Chapter 238: Chapter 238 Time Keeps Moving

Time marched on, and in the blink of an eye, more than five years had passed.

"I know, I know, I know," Su Lu cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear, one hand holding a bag, the other cupping a small flower pot with several tender sprouts that were indistinguishable as to variety, swaying and covered with dew, they looked quite pitiable.

She opened the car door, tossing her five-digit-priced bag in like a garbage bag.

But the small flower pot in her hands was treated with care, gently placed into the cup holder in front of the car’s center console.

Su Lu started the car and connected the phone call to the vehicle’s Bluetooth.

The voice from the other end filled the car’s luxurious sound system in surround sound.

"Take your time getting here, there’s no rush, and be careful driving, alright?" Zhao Ying’s voice was gentle, full of caution.

Su Lu’s eyes crinkled up with a smile, "Okay..." She drew out the word, her tone slightly coquettish, "I know..."

"I’ll make braised ribbonfish for dinner, your favorite. Didn’t you say a few days ago you wanted it? I had Brother Xun go down to Zhougang to get some good ribbonfish, which was iced immediately after being caught and directly driven back to land. I’ll cook it for you tonight. I’ve already started the soup, and I’ll stew the bird’s nest for you later."

Zhao Ying listed everything out.

Su Lu’s smile widened, her voice softened, "Mom, you’re the best. I’m in for a treat today. It’s really kind of Brother Xun to run down to Zhougang in this sweltering heat. You’re making soup and bird’s nest too, aren’t you treating me like a pig? I’m getting fat..."

"Nonsense, I wish I could fatten you up! Shen Da said you’ve lost weight again!" Zhao Ying snorted.

"Tsk." Su Lu curled her lip, "That traitor brother. He’s the one who said my fitness and physical condition are good now, so he increased my training volume. Once the training increased, I lost weight, and now he’s tattling..."

"Hehe, I just wanted an excuse to cook more delicious food for you, my cooking skills have been improving rapidly lately," Zhao Ying said, her words accompanied by the hiss of the pressure cooker, "Alright, I won’t talk anymore. Come back quickly once you’ve picked up the person, I miss you so much."

"Got it."

back on the car’s mobile phone holder and

turns vile, fulfilling my anticipated disappointment, whether it’s blindly committing to madness, or getting used to abuse, as long as I can endure for you, and then take it as enjoyment,

phone screen switched to a screensaver, a cute little face of Yuxue, smiling at the

with the delicate sprouts in the flower pot, her lips curving into a smile, her heart as tender as the

car’s music suddenly dipped in volume, and a female voice announced: "Turn left at the upcoming traffic light intersection, please change lanes in advance. Mengmeng Child

gaze intent, her back straightened as she mustered all

over five years now. Despite that time, she still wasn’t very familiar with the roads of Beijing. It’s not to say... she grew up in Feng City, and whether it’s the size or the planning of the city, it’s on

Lu was just not familiar with these roads in

drove by herself, she felt as if she were facing a major challenge. The Yang River

it was entrance ramps or exits, figuring out

had once

failed to understand the signs, which not only resulted in a deduction of points but also nearly caused an accident due to

approaching the first exit, passing the first exit, approaching the second exit, passing the second exit, approaching the third exit, please change lanes in

voice instructions, her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as she changed lanes in advance according to

Perfect, smooth!

Lu mentally gave

by this roundabout exit. A momentary lag in the mobile signal or a slight delay

"Bang!" Suddenly!

Lu’s whole body shook, her hands gripped the steering wheel firmly as she slammed on the

the small flowerpot from tumbling over to the side, its sprouts and soil spilling out all over

clicked her tongue, raised her hand to her forehead,

by the overturned flowerpot brought her much more distress than the collision

trying to salvage the small flowerpot, but evidently, there wasn’t much room for rectification. The young

prognosis wasn’t