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.

Song Boyuan mention the ball pit was

face still showed little emotion.

hall in the building next door had been transformed by Song Boyuan into a dance room, and the courtyard swimming pool had

Zhao Xiaole saw it, he

he exclaimed joyfully, looking at Su Lu with sparkling eyes. He paused, then

was lowered, the joy in it could

lips curved slightly, and she reached

play in the ball pit but thought for a moment

head to see his handsome uncle with the blood-soaked tissue by

it dripped onto the chest of his shirt, spreading a

a delicate constitution, disguised by his towering

of him," Su Lu said. "Go

wanted to say more, but to prevent further nagging from the child, Su Lu

In the villa nearby,

cautious, "President Song, do

need," Song Boyuan said

was immediately cut off by Song Boyuan’s frowning and

say more

came over with a medical kit from the

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

gently shook his head. The nosebleed that had somewhat stopped now spurted out again as he shook his head. He raised

all the

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

blocked, Song Boyuan could only slightly part his

breath brushed across Jing Qiao’s

tickle on her face and silently backed away a