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.

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

why they didn’t even dare to touch

But...

his gaze and looked at the 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

crisply calling him,

he tugged forcefully at

his waistband; thankfully his reflexes were quick,

found it novel. No child had ever dared to provoke

it felt somewhat magical

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

child looked so unlike him? This child

because

demure character, not a fierce one? And so that’s why the son turned out to be... cute? The word "cute"

he watched Zhao Xiaole seemed to soften just a little

help thinking, if that were the case, would it prove that if he and Qiaoqiao had a child, perhaps they would

definitely good enough,

matter how gentle Song Boyuan might become, he just couldn’t

seconds of silence, he gently

it’s no fun to

Qiao watched Song Boyuan stand

stillness was not due to indifference,

he did not know how

had hardly played

a child, unloved by his father and mother, Mr. Song, despite having high hopes for him, was very strict because of that. High standards, high demands, he never really got

played, he

played

that, once they grew up, either completely rebelled and became good at having fun, or turned