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

Chapter 442: Chapter 442

Su Lu almost laughed out loud.

deer: It was Zhao Xiaole who fought for that chance for you, it was clearly you who didn’t teach him well, yet you ended up teaching him to manipulate Bo Yuan?

Bambi: Hey, so the scheme worked? Bo Yuan, just that?

Su Lu smiled slightly, thought about it, and then handed over the remaining bottle she held to Bo Yuan.

It was originally brought for Zhao Xiaole, but seeing Zhao Xiaole wildly playing in the ball pit with other kids, presumably he wouldn’t have time to come up and eat anytime soon, so she simply handed it to Bo Yuan.

Bo Yuan looked up at her and without rejecting, took it, "Thank you."

He had a kind of... cold politeness that seemed ingrained in his bones.

It was politeness, but it could stretch the distance between them instantly.

Su Lu was somewhat impressed by Jing Qiao, how had she managed to thaw such a block of ice?

It must take a heartful of passionate dedication, warmth day and night, to melt it, right?

After experiencing such warmth, no matter who it was, it would be difficult for anyone to easily let go of such warmth; no wonder Bo Yuan relentlessly pursued Jing Qiao.

As for Bo Yuan really wanting to see Jing Qiao dance again, but then setting up this ball pit, letting Zhao Xiaole first play his fill there, and later planning to take him to the public hot spring area.

It seemed like he was in no rush at all.

Even Jing Qiao once thought they should hurry up and teach Zhao Xiaole.

But Bo Yuan wasn’t in a hurry.

Su Lu thought, perhaps because he, even though eager to see Jing Qiao dance again, was afraid that she might suddenly become exhausted.

Jing Qiao indeed became much happier

no matter what, he wanted

to Jing Qiao earlier, "Yes, so I’ll let Zhao Xiaole take one to Bo Yuan to

then thought about the project value of the file she had glanced

Wow! Am I not a

it really could

playing, came to eat after Jing Qiao had prepared the meal, though it wasn’t all prepared by her; if she had truly been that busy, someone

a few dishes were prepared by Jing Qiao, the rest

face, came to eat, too tired and hungry to ask which dishes were made by his aunt; all tasted good and he practically

Qiao, so she saw the visiting noble from Song Family in Beijing unashamedly placing

slow and elegant manner of eating,

Qiao sometimes frowning at

hold back, she

Yuan startled, looked towards Jing

looking at Jing Qiao did his gaze show emotion

the emotion in his

gently pursed his lips,

shouldn’t eat anymore," Jing

somewhat at a loss as he bit the tip of his chopstick. He had never seen his gentle aunt show such a

looked at the nearly half-empty dishes in front of him,

heard Zhao Xiaole’s words would have their anger dissipated,

was too fierce and unreasonable, so she could only explain, "Dear Xiaole, you eat yours. It’s not because there

Bo Yuan like a little adult, "Then you can’t eat anymore. My dad is like

previous social engagements and such, had damaged his stomach, which was quite delicate and had to be well cared for; otherwise, his stomach would become temperamental, and him being stubborn, he

course, that was the case before, but now that he had reconciled with Su

childhood as the eldest son of the Song Family, not to mention other things, his life was very refined, even having nutritionists and specialized chefs in

His digestive system hadn’t been toughened

was one extreme, over-grinded to damage; Bo Yuan was too coddled