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

Chapter 433: Chapter 433

President Song suppressed his urge to act and looked again towards the screen.

Seeing her sitting on the ground for a while without getting up, and unable to help or rather, not daring to help.

This feeling of helplessness stirred dark and violent emotions in President Song’s deep eyes.

His nature was like that—dark and paranoid, accustomed to controlling everything; whenever something went beyond his control, he found it unbearable.

The darkness and violence in President Song’s eyes almost overflowed; he took a deep breath, dialed a phone call with a stern face, and heard a respectful and polite voice on the other end, "President Song, what are your instructions?"

"How was she today?"

"Just as usual, she watched TV for a while and seemed in a better mood than before," the voice on the other end reported meticulously.

President Song sneered, "I am so distressed, and yet she is in a good mood? Why is that?"

"I understand. I will reprimand her. Rest assured, President Song," the person on the other end said immediately.

Then, President Song ended the call, and his violent mood seemed to be slightly alleviated.

He looked back at the screen, where the delicate woman was more resilient than the reeds; she propped herself up on the ground with one hand, shuffled to the side, then tightly gripped the bar and slowly stood up.

She did not give up, took a moment to steady herself, and then began trying the movement that she had failed at before.

Actually, it was a movement as simple as eating and drinking for her in the past, yet now, even completing it once was difficult.

President Song clenched a fist to his lips, intently watching the woman on the screen as she fell time and again and stood up every time, finally seeming to master the fine coordination of her legs.

When she completed the whole set of movements, Jing Qiao was drenched in sweat.

She sat on the ground, gently panting, her hands lightly massaging her somewhat stiff and trembling legs, sweat dripping from her chin drop by drop.

a moment, Jing Qiao’s breathing

the door, and

said faintly,

and left the

her," President

time, the subordinate brought the

surveillance software, but she didn’t care. She had always understood just

and soon, the person on

sister-in-law?" Jing

Lu exclaimed with surprise, "What’s wrong? Xiao Le and I have safely

good," Jing Qiao said with a gentle laugh, "Sister-in-law, are

come?" Su Lu

for a few seconds, then said, "I want to perform a dance for

was very surprised, "Really?

for Su Lu had once heard from her tone alone how

but he could not do it, and who knew that Zhao

Jing

Zhao Xiaole said he wants to eat sweet and sour pork

it for

call, Su Lu turned her gaze toward Bo Jingshen, who was beside her, "Xiao Qiao seems to be in a good mood, and she’s even willing to

lift his eyes, saying, "Of course. Don’t you see whose son he

glanced at him, "You really praise yourself

Jingshen replied, "I’m praising you, why should I blush? Aren’t you

captivated him

Lu caught the implication in his words and felt a bit embarrassed,

was at Yujing Villa earlier, I felt... President Song was pretty nice to Jing Qiao. He doesn’t seem like someone who would abuse her, and just because he heard Jing Qiao was planning to

prepared in advance. Therefore, the speed of preparation, without a second thought, was

President Song is the one who most wants Jing