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

Chapter 440: Chapter 440

How could he possibly be doing this for me? That’s absolutely impossible.

Because I’ve already turned out like this, yet he’s still unwilling to let me go.

With that kind of premise, Jing Qiao wouldn’t even consider the possibility that it could be about her.

When she arrived at the edge of the ball pit, Jing Qiao saw Zhao Xiaole looking up at Song Boyuan, laughing, "Uncle, the way you look... is so funny!"

Zhao Xiaole’s laughter was so hearty his eyes disappeared into creases. The kid didn’t care if the tall, good-looking man in front of him was the infamous, terrifying "mad dog" Young Master Song of Beijing.

He just found the sight of Song Boyuan with hemostatic gauze stuffed in his nose amusing, so he burst into laughter.

In truth, Song Boyuan’s appearance hadn’t become ridiculous or ugly at all, since Jing Qiao was always meticulous and careful in her actions; so the gauze was rolled up very finely and cut short, not enough to make his nostrils flare or protrude too much from his nose.

But perhaps because Song Boyuan’s image had always been one of meticulousness, his current state indeed appeared more comical compared to his usual, stern and unsmiling countenance.

Song Boyuan watched Zhao Xiaole and wasn’t angered by his laughter.

But still, there was no expression on his face, just a very calm question, "Do you like it here?"

His voice carried a hint of tenderness that wasn’t readily apparent.

Zhao Xiaole nodded, "I like it! I really like it a lot! Uncle, you’re so nice!"

Song Boyuan’s eyebrow quirked slightly. He had no children, had never liked them, and so had no feelings for his cousins’ children in the Song Family; despite the many warnings from their parents, none dared to provoke him.

Not even daring to touch the hem of his clothing, as if he were some kind of fierce, unstoppable force. Song Boyuan had always been indifferent, not caring about others’ opinions. Except for Jing Qiao, how others viewed him, even if they harbored resentment, was all the same to him.

If they couldn’t accept it, they could just hold it in.

always thought that perhaps it was his nature to be disliked by children,

to touch

But...

child in the ball pit, climbing the steps and leaning over the edge, stretching out small hands to gently tug at the hem of his pants, looking up with a face shining brightly with a radiant smile, and in his large eyes,

him, his soft, tender voice crisply calling him, "Uncle! Will you come play

forcefully at the hem

contracted, his hand grabbing his waistband; thankfully his reflexes were quick, otherwise, his pants might have been

he just found it novel. No child had ever dared to provoke him like this, not even when he himself was a

somewhat magical to

quite a name for himself in Beijing. Known for building fortunes from scratch, and even doing so as a foreigner in

looked so unlike

be... because he resembles his

one? And so that’s why the son turned out to be... cute?

look in his eyes as he watched Zhao Xiaole seemed to soften just a little more than

a child, perhaps they would also have a cheerful

is definitely good enough, even

gentle Song Boyuan might become, he just

seconds of silence, he gently shook his head, "You play by

fun to play

Song Boyuan stand still,

Song Boyuan’s stillness was not due to indifference, but rather,

man, he did not know how

life, he had hardly played at

hopes for him, was very strict because of that. High standards,

others played,

never played like

and became good at having fun, or turned out like Song Boyuan, with no hobbies, no fun, all work and no