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

Chapter 452: Chapter 452

What else could it be for?

He married a woman with excellent culinary skills, and equally great baking talents.

Song Boyuan used to eat just for the sake of eating, but after being with Jing Qiao, he gradually became spoiled by her and began to look forward to all kinds of food.

Having never had any expectations or passion for food before, he was not picky at all and liked everything Jing Qiao made, not fussing over whether it was a dessert or something else.

After quietly finishing two raspberry mousses, Song Boyuan nonchalantly scooped a spoonful of Zhao Xiaole’s coconut cake to try, and finding it delicious, scooped another.

Zhao Xiaole was a child very willing to share. Seeing his uncle enjoyed it, he grinned and proudly offered, "Uncle, is mine tastier? Have some more!"

Then he pushed his cake to the center of the table.

Because Song Boyuan was emotionally detached and indifferent, he didn’t feel embarrassed about sharing the coconut cake with Zhao Xiaole without any psychological pressure.

When he tried to share his raspberry mousse with Zhao Xiaole, the child refused, "I don’t like this flavor, Uncle. You eat it."

A faint flicker passed through Song Boyuan’s eyes. He stored the remaining two pieces of mousse in the fridge, planning to savor them slowly tonight.

Then he turned to Zhao Xiaole, "Let’s buy a few more sets of Lego tomorrow, you like them, and we can put them together slowly."

"Wow, Uncle, you’re the best!" Zhao Xiaole was overjoyed.

Jing Qiao witnessed the whole process, and was utterly... incredulous.

Zhao Xiaole, worn out from playing, nestled into Song Boyuan’s arms and fell asleep.

Jing Qiao spoke softly, "Put him in bed."

Boyuan nodded gently, carried the child into his own room, gently placed Zhao Xiaole on the bed, and

if it was germophobia or OCD, but he couldn’t

Qiao

had meant for him to carry the child to her bed, but instead, he had taken Zhao Xiaole to his

to take a good look around

water on the bedside table to the left, and an eye

eye drops, or he had to reach over her to get them. Having bottled water and the charger and

fact, Song Boyuan had spilled water before, but afterward, he still didn’t

on purpose. He liked reaching over her, extending his hand for the eye mask and eye drops because that way, he could also take the opportunity to hug her, or even steal a

not letting any opportunity to benefit

was still doing

eventually shifting her attention away. As soon as she did, she saw

Jing Qiao’s pupils contracted.

a typical bottle of medicine, not a health supplement or a general

It was... psychiatric medication.

couldn’t confirm what specific medication it was, but because she had stayed in that hospital for quite some time, the style of that medicine bottle was almost etched in her heart—it

said,

towards the exit, then suddenly, as if having remembered something, stopped in his

around, pulled open a drawer, and took out a

and, therefore,

it, Song Boyuan grabbed her hand and placed the envelope in it. "If you don’t want to go with me, you can go with

the beautifully designed envelope in her hand. The logo printed on it was that of

Two tickets.

that Song Boyuan had prepared these two

because she had been distracted earlier, he thought her hesitation was a rejection, so he had

him—or perhaps because she felt inferior about herself, thinking the world was so cruel

this moment, realizing Song Boyuan’s intentions and his concession, Jing Qiao still felt

silence, she said, "Your