After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

Bo Xiangcheng threw the phone on the table, don't care about her.

She would call him if something happened.

Now she is the person on the tip of grandma's heart, and she is very proud of herself.

On the other hand, An Qian didn't know how her newly-baked husband arranged for her in the company. She spent an hour cleaning the house, carrying the quilt to the balcony to dry, and putting on new sheets and quilt covers.

This house has three bedrooms and one living room, one master bedroom and two second bedrooms. I don't know if the young master will come to live here. She is very self-aware and lives in the second bedroom closest to the bathroom, so that it is more convenient to take a bath at night.

There was an unknown plant of grass on the balcony, which was in a white flower pot the size of a basketball. It was dying, and more than half of its leaves were withered and yellow. She decided to wait for the night to water some grass, and use the dead horse as a living horse doctor to see if it could survive.

It's noon now, watering it is afraid that it will directly send it to the west.

The master bedroom was where the young master lived in high school. After thinking about it, she went in and cleaned it up.

The master bedroom is very large, with a sofa, TV, desk, and bookcase inside. There is also a basketball under the cabinet. There are three letters on the basketball: nba.

She even saw a piano, violin, and guitar, neatly arranged, as if someone cleaned them regularly, and they were spotless.

An Qian was shocked for a long time, unable to imagine the violin played by the young master who was always vicious and looked like someone owed him money.

She seems to have entered the young master's youth.

I can't help but imagine the unrestrained teenager sweating on the playground, playing the violin gracefully in the room, and sitting in the grass and playing the guitar chicly.

He must be very popular at school.

She cleaned and wiped carefully, and came to the bedside table. There were two photo frames on it. In the first photo, the young master was wearing a white sportswear, holding a basketball. Looking at the camera, he was surrounded by five laughing boys.

The second picture shows him sitting on the lawn, wearing a white T-shirt, holding a guitar in his hand, lowering his head and eyes, his eyebrows are rarely stretched, as if he is intoxicated by the sound of the guitar.

The yellowing sunlight fell on his thin bangs, the high bridge of the nose, and the thin corners of the lips, like carved facial features, with edges and corners.

What a dazzling boy.

An Qian gently put down the photo frame.

After tidying up the house, she was going to go out to buy some groceries. She hadn't made a video for a month.

Fans are going to send her blades.

After getting off the elevator and walking out of the community, someone stepped forward. It was a round-faced boy in his 20s, "Miss, where are you going? I'll see you off."

An Qian was stunned for a moment, she was always a little nervous when facing strangers, and she was not used to being called the eldest young mistress for the first time, "Well, forget it."

She wants to be alone.

The boy showed a wry smile: "Eldest young mistress, I don't want to lose my job, please get in the car, as the eldest young master ordered."

"You're acting on TV, and you're still a young lady." The security uncle at the door glanced at them, muttered, and entered the security room with his hands behind his back.

An Qian's face turned red, she just wanted to leave quickly, she bit her lip, "Where is your car? Also, just call me by my name, my name is An Qian."

The boy took her into a black car.

Uncle Security made a cut, it’s just a 20 car, young couples nowadays really like to act, they play really well, they’ve been tormented by TV a lot.

Thinking like this, I started the harem drama I was chasing.

In the car.

An Qian remembered to wear her seat belt this time, she whispered, "Well, go to the nearby vegetable market."

"Eldest young mistress, tell me directly when you want to buy vegetables, and I'll buy them for you and send them over."

"No, you can call me by my name."

The boy hesitated for a moment, "This... let's call you Miss An Qian in private. You can just ask me to look around."

An Qian nodded.

There was a bit of worry unconsciously between her brows. She didn't understand that the young master hated her so much, yet still wanted to hire a driver for her.

She is used to being alone.

Now that she looks like this, she feels that her life has been disturbed, but if she refuses, this boy named Zhang Wang will lose his job.

She has been used to hard times since she was a child, and she knows that it is not easy to have a job.

She sighed softly, forget it.

This is the end of the matter, and there may be various things in the future. Her life has undergone earth-shaking changes a month ago.

In the vegetable market where people come and go, she doesn't look at the people, but only focuses on the vegetables. Zhang Wang follows her closely and picks up the vegetables for her. At first, she insists on paying, but An Qian resolutely refuses.

The big and small bags put the vegetables in the trunk.

Zhang Wang sent her to the community, and took her upstairs with the vegetables. Before leaving, he asked for An Qian's number, saying that it would be convenient to contact her in the future.

Then, he turned around and sent out the number.

And also posted what I did today.

A phone call came over there quickly, and he quickly answered, "Master."

"You said she buys vegetables and cooks for herself?"

"Yes, Eldest Young Master, Eldest Young Mistress bought a lot of vegetables."

"Bring her a cooking aunt."

Cooking for herself while pregnant, the Bo family is not that abusive.

Although he doesn't like her, he even hates her.

But now, she is the daughter-in-law of the Bo family.

An Qian adjusted the angle of view of the camera and was cutting tomatoes one by one. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. She pressed pause helplessly, washed her hands, and opened the door.

Standing beside Zhang Wang was a 45-year-old aunt, dressed plainly and looking honest, she smiled slightly when she saw her.

An Qian: "This is...?"

Zhang Wang explained the ins and outs, and An Qian was not well.

She wants to shoot a video, how can she shoot this aunt?And she likes to cook, she was not born as a daughter, so she feels uncomfortable when someone serves her.

Even if this aunt will lose her job, she can't care about it.

It took less than a day to move in, and the driver and aunt arranged for it. Who knows if there will be anything else in the future?

She was quite happy to be able to leave the old house, but she will not enjoy a happy life, and it is not good for someone to serve her.

"Do you have the young master's phone number?"

Zhang Wang nodded quickly: "Yes."

At the same time, I wondered what was going on with the young master and the young mistress, I had to ask him for the number.

After asking the two to leave, An Qian sat on the sofa, stared at the number and hesitated for a while, but didn't dare to call it, and only sent a text message.

[Eldest young master, I'm sorry to disturb you, thank you for your kindness, I'm used to living alone, you don't need to ask someone to cook for me and take care of me. ]

No one came back, An Qian went to shoot the video again.

After filming the video of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, she looked at her phone, and the young master replied to her.

[Don't be too sentimental, grandma just meddles in other people's business. ]

An Qian suddenly realized that it was so embarrassing.

She guessed that the old lady asked Zhang Wang to say that, after all, the old lady hoped that she and the young master would live a good life.

[Okay, tell the old lady to stop trouble. I’ve only been a month now, and I’m no different from a normal person. It’s not that exaggerated. Let’s talk about it in seven or eight months. ]

After typing and sending, I went to edit the video.

There was no reply.

Digression - the author wants to say:

Hee hee, what does this chapter reveal?

Since Mr. Bo can play the piano, violin, and guitar, he can please his wife in the future, and the dusty musical instruments finally have a place to play.