After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

After Bo Xiangcheng wiped his stomach, An Qian bit her lip and lifted her skirt to reveal her jade-white thighs, "I also need to paint here."

Bo Xiangcheng's eyes dimmed, looking at the slender white thighs in front of him, his throat rolled down, a little dry.

An Qian noticed his straight eyes, and was angry and ashamed, "What are you looking at! Paint it or not?"

Obviously he said that there is no intimacy and no husband and wife, but she also wanted to get closer to him, and now things are getting more and more wrong.

Bo Xiangcheng said in a low voice, "Tu, of course."

When the big hands rubbing the pregnancy oil were placed on An Qian's thighs, the couple froze slightly, but both of them looked calm, seemingly calm and serious.

An Qian still gained some weight, her thighs were a bit fleshy, the soft and creamy thighs flowed through her hands, Bao Xiangcheng breathed slightly, he cleared his throat, his hands were still a gentleman, and he didn't move up his thighs, " Is it heavy?"

An Qian's ears felt hot, she shook her head, "It's okay."

But gradually, she felt that Bo Xiangcheng's breathing became heavier. Not only that, but also the strength in her hands began to increase. Her delicate brows were slightly frowned, "Xiang Cheng, take it easy."

Bo Xiangcheng paused, only to find that An Qian's thighs were pink and red, and An Qian was staring at him with a little resentment.

"Feel sorry."

When wiping his left leg, his strength became lighter, and An Qian gradually got used to it. With the sea breeze blowing, basking in the sun, the sound of waves in his ears, and the blue sea in front of his eyes, he felt comfortable for a while.

After looking at the sea for a while, she withdrew her gaze and said, "Okay, but... you, you have a nosebleed again!"

An Qian was a little worried in surprise, "What's wrong with you? Is the fire so serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Bo Xiangcheng stood up, with a trace of frustration on his sharp-edged face, he whispered: "It's okay, I'll go wash up."

There are also restrooms on the first floor.

He cursed in a low voice when he entered the bathroom, leaned slightly on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror, and fucked impatiently, nothing else, just useless, like a fool.

My heart is really burning like a fire.

He couldn't control himself at all.

An Qian looked more and more... delicious.

Often the body's reaction made him very frustrated, and he applied pregnancy oil to her in a serious manner, but things just got worse and worse, just like what An Qian said in his mouth, he was dissatisfied with desire and lonely.

Cranky about pregnant wife.

It's a bit too much.

Obviously, I came here alone before, but now it seems like I have been poisoned.

An Qian followed over worriedly, her eyebrows frowned slightly, "Xiang Cheng, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"It's not a big problem."

Bo Xiangcheng lowered his head and poured water on his face, and simply washed his face. He glanced at An Qian's look eagerly looking at him, his heart softened, and his voice was a little lower, "This is normal, don't worry."

He was somewhat thankful for An Qian's simplicity in this regard, otherwise he would have scolded him.

"Is there anything else to paint?"

An Qian subconsciously looked away, "...not anymore."

She dared not look people in the eye when lying.

In fact, the butt also needs to be painted, but she really can't let him do it. Thinking about that scene is enough.

Bo Xiangcheng didn't think too much, and hummed, "How many times do you apply pregnancy oil a day?"

"Twice in the morning and in the evening."

"I'll help you later."

He felt that if he painted it a few more times, he wouldn't be ashamed in front of her.

At noon, Aunt Zou brought some local fruits. An Qian held a coconut and drank coconut juice, and was dragged by Bo Xiangcheng to board a three-story yacht, which had a living room, kitchen, ktv, various fruits and drinks. wine.

Going to sea.

An Qian stood at the fence, watching the sea water tumbling, they were getting farther and farther away from the shore, the sea wind was strong, blowing past her ears, her bangs fluttered with the wind, but she squinted her eyes and smiled happily.

It's not the first time for Bo Xiangcheng to go out to sea, and there's nothing to see, An Qian is the most beautiful scenery, he looked amused, stretched out his hand and pinned her bangs behind her ear, "Stupid Ah Qian."

An Qian also took the microphone to ktv and sang a song: "Listen to You"

Bo Xiangcheng sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and listened carefully with his lips hooked.

An Qian felt that she could sing well, but she felt a little embarrassed in front of Bo Xiangcheng.

[When it rained in the sky]

[When the sky cleared up]

[When I Met You]

[When I see you]

[Listen to your familiar voice, listen to your smiling tone]

[Listen to your voice worrying about me—listen to you—listen to your voice saying you love me]

[Should I listen to you——Should I believe you—I’m in too deep—I want to hear everything you say about loving me]

[Oh~ I want to hear you—I want to hear you so much—I want to hear you—

[I want to listen to your... voice every day, every hour, every minute, every second]

This is a lyrical and slow-paced song. An Qian blushed a little while singing, as if she was confessing her love.

Bo Xiangcheng clapped his palms slowly, curled his lips and commented: "Not bad."

An Qian glanced at him, "You sing a song too."

Bo Xiangcheng thought for a while, walked behind her and took down a guitar, coughed lightly, and said, "Then...you're making a fool of yourself, Ah Qian, don't laugh at me."

An Qian shook her head quickly, "How could that be! I'm an amateur with tone deafness, how could I laugh at you?"

Seriously, he needs to be a lot more professional, okay?

An Qian hugged her with a pillow, her eyes were full of curiosity, she hadn't heard him play the guitar yet.

She looked at him quietly, very focused, Bao Xiangcheng lowered his head and looked down, and plucked the strings, the melodious and ethereal voice floated into his ears gently, the man pursed his lips, and hummed the prelude softly, always in a low voice There was a languid voice in his voice.

Only then did An Qian realize that he wanted to sing while playing.

She thought he was just playing the guitar, and immediately looked forward to it even more.

The man with lowered eyes and earnestly playing the guitar has a gentle demeanor along with the tune, which is completely different from his usual look of lowering his face.

An Qian was surprised that he sang very well.

Accompanied by the sound of the guitar, the deep voice struck her heartstrings. Later, her heartbeat accelerated, and she felt that his long and white hands were not playing the guitar, but her heart.

She pursed her lips, swallowed her saliva, looked at his slightly parted thin lips, and actually had the thought of kissing him, and the clearly defined jaw line, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and there was a feeling of wanting to bite The urge to go up.

An Qian was startled by her own thoughts.

The whole person froze.

What's wrong with her! !

Why is she acting like a womanizer, someone plays the guitar seriously for her, what about her? !

She blushed uncontrollably.

I wonder if Bo Xiangcheng has been caught by a monster in the sea, seducing her with singing and beauty. After Bo Xiangcheng finished playing, An Qian has hidden her face behind the pillow, only showing a pair of eyes, and praised: " It sounds good, it sounds good!"

Bo Xiangcheng stared at the tips of her red, bleeding ears, his eyes darkened, as if he saw something clearly, the corners of his lips raised, he reached out and grabbed the pillow she was hugging, and whispered, "Here, give me the pillow, What if you suffocate?"

"No way!" An Qian didn't let it go, would he see her disappointment if she didn't let it go?Absolutely not.

Bo Xiangcheng felt that he seemed to be prying open the shy shell, "Ah Qian, this is not a good thing."

How could An Qian resist his strength? Slowly, her flushed face appeared, and Bo Xiangcheng took advantage of the situation to hold her face, amused: "So red? What were you thinking just now?"

An Qian dodged her eyes, "I didn't think about anything."

Bo Xiangcheng leaned over and kissed her, and said seriously, "I'm your husband, you can do whatever you want."