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."

Su Lu placed the phone back on the car’s mobile

uncomfortable together... Forgive you, the more love 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,

a cute little face of Yuxue, smiling at the camera

delicate sprouts in the flower pot, her lips curving into

the upcoming traffic light intersection, please change lanes in advance. Mengmeng Child Care Center is three kilometers away. You

Lu immediately composed herself, her gaze intent, her back

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,

not

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

was entrance ramps or exits, figuring out how to

the signposts for this overpass group had once become

resulted in a deduction of points but also nearly caused an accident due to taking the wrong lane, leaving her with a psychological shadow. Now, every time she

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

instructions, her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as she changed lanes in advance according to the guidance and then prepared to

Perfect, smooth!

mentally gave

A momentary lag in

"Bang!" Suddenly!

as she slammed on the brakes, and the car

attempt to reach out and catch it, she couldn’t prevent the small flowerpot from tumbling over to the side, its sprouts and soil spilling out all

her tongue, raised her hand to her forehead, and frowned

as if the annoyance caused by the overturned flowerpot

on her hazard lights, leaned over trying to salvage the small flowerpot, but evidently, there wasn’t much room for rectification.

the prognosis wasn’t