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

still showed little emotion. "Go check the yard

a dance room, and the courtyard

saw it, he almost jumped for

joyfully, looking at Su Lu with sparkling eyes. He paused, then lowered his voice and whispered, "He’s

lowered, the joy in it could hardly be

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

child, didn’t immediately plan to go play in the ball pit but thought for a moment and showed a worried look again,

mother had led him out, he had turned his head to see his handsome uncle with the blood-soaked tissue

of his

really of a delicate constitution, disguised by his towering height of

care of him," Su Lu

prevent further nagging from the child, Su Lu nudged him into the ball pit, prompting a burst of crisp, giggling laughter

In the villa nearby,

subordinates were somewhat serious and cautious, "President Song, do

need," Song Boyuan

subordinate wanted to say more but was immediately cut off

say more and stepped

over with a

front of him, "It’s almost like a faucet, don’t you really need to go to

had somewhat stopped now spurted out again as he shook

all

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

blocked, Song Boyuan could only slightly part his lips

brushed across Jing Qiao’s

couldn’t help but feel a tickle on her face and silently backed away a bit after