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 tucked him

Boyuan was a bit... not sure if it was germophobia or OCD, but he couldn’t stand anyone

Qiao

had taken Zhao Xiaole to his own, and it seemed to Jing Qiao

a good look around Song Boyuan’s room, which had no differences from

charger and TV remote along with bottled water on the bedside table to

mask and eye drops, or he had to reach over her to get them. Having bottled water and the charger and remote together was also unwise, because

had spilled water before, but afterward, he still didn’t change his ways,

did it 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

scoundrel, indeed, not letting any opportunity

he was

eventually shifting her attention away. As soon as she did, she saw a bottle of medication

Jing Qiao’s pupils contracted.

bottle of medicine, not a health supplement or a

It was... psychiatric medication.

because she had stayed in that hospital for quite some time, the style of

Boyuan said,

of steps towards the exit, then suddenly, as if having remembered something, stopped

around, pulled open a drawer, and took out a

back to reality and, therefore,

grabbed her hand and placed the envelope in

The logo printed on it was that of a quite famous domestic ballet troupe.

Two tickets.

thinking, she could guess that Song Boyuan had prepared these two tickets intending

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

him—or perhaps because she felt inferior about herself, thinking the world was so cruel to her because she was not

Song Boyuan’s intentions and

she said,