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

Chapter 439: Chapter 439

Su Lu and Jing Qiao exchanged a glance and immediately walked into the hall.

Song Boyuan was facing away from them, and as they approached, they first saw Zhao Xiaole cradled in Song Boyuan’s arms, his face smeared with blood.

Song Boyuan was reaching out to wipe the blood from Zhao Xiaole’s face, but the smearing only made the crimson marks more pronounced.

Jing Qiao’s body reacted even faster than her brain seemed to, instinctively pulling out kitchen paper from her apron pocket and stuffing it onto Song Boyuan’s nose without a second thought.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Zhao Xiaole anxiously looked at Song Boyuan, his eyes filled with worry.

Song Boyuan still appeared indifferent and impassive, gently shaking his head.

He was holding Zhao Xiaole with one hand and lightly covered Jing Qiao’s hand—clutching the tissue on his nose—with the other.

The nosebleed was severe; shortly, the tissue was soaked through.

Su Lu took Zhao Xiaole from his hands. The child couldn’t bear the sight of so much blood; his lips pursed and eyes reddened, as if he was about to cry. "Uncle, are you all right?" His voice trembled, as if it could tremble into one’s heart.

Song Boyuan, undemonstrative as always, glanced towards Zhao Xiaole and shook his head lightly, but seeing the child’s reddened eyes, he felt a mere shake of his head might not be enough.

He paused and then said, "I’m fine. Go wash your face and play in the ball pit."

Because his nose was blocked, his usually cold, metallic voice seemed to carry a bit more warmth.

"Ball pit?" Zhao Xiaole was distracted by what he had said.

Zhao Xiaole had actually planned to go to the ball pit with Su Lu yesterday.

But visiting his aunt was more important than the ball pit, so he had to put his desire to visit the ball pit on hold. However, such is the way with children—the more they can’t go immediately, the more they want to go.

hearing Song Boyuan mention

Boyuan’s face still showed little emotion. "Go check the

door had been transformed by Song Boyuan into a dance room, and the

it, he almost

looking at Su Lu with sparkling eyes.

joy in it could

Lu’s lips curved slightly, and she reached to pat

go play in the ball pit but thought for a moment and showed a worried look again,

his handsome uncle with the blood-soaked tissue by his nose. After removing the tissue, blood from his nose flowed like beads falling off a string,

of his shirt,

Lu also wondered, was Young Master Song really of a delicate constitution, disguised by his towering height

aunt will take care of him," Su Lu said. "Go on and

prevent further nagging from the child, Su Lu nudged him into

In the villa nearby,

and cautious, "President

Song Boyuan said

The subordinate wanted to say more but was immediately cut off by Song Boyuan’s frowning and cold interruption,

not say more and stepped

came over with a medical

Qiao’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed as she sat down in front of him, "It’s almost like a faucet, don’t you really

now spurted

all the more shocking to

and cleaned the shocking bloodstains on his face, then took out a hemostatic gauze, rolled it into a

Boyuan could only slightly part his lips to breathe

his breath brushed across Jing Qiao’s

a tickle on her face and