After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

"The sun is coming out from the west, is this the Bo Xiangcheng I know?"

"That's right, this elm's head has opened up, and it's starting to hurt my wife?"

The two men next to Xie Yan stared at the scene in the distance as if they had seen aliens.

They are all Bo Xiangcheng's good friends for many years. How many times have they been introduced over the years?

Xie Yan said with a smile: "Although the two of them made a mistake, I hope they will make the same mistake."

"That's right. He went through that disgusting thing in junior high school. If he can put it down and live a good life now, it's not bad."

"I think my sister-in-law is also a good person, and she is also pretty."

Bo Xiangcheng didn't know that his brothers were watching him secretly and blessing him silently.

He just thought, is An Qian too good to eat?

He watched helplessly as the woman in front of him blushed, as if embarrassed - she finished eating the food on the table.

Is it true that pregnant women can eat like this?

When she started to carve up the giant cake, An Qian felt that she couldn't eat it anymore, thinking that it was someone's birthday cake, she took two bites and put it down.

As a result, as soon as she took the sweet and greasy cream cake, she felt nauseous and nauseated.

She covered her mouth abruptly.

Looking at this familiar scene, Bo Xiangcheng suddenly had a bad feeling, and asked with a frown, "What's wrong with you? You want to vomit?"

An Qian nodded like a pounding garlic.

Bo Xiangcheng's face darkened, and stopped the passing waiter, "Where is the bathroom?"

"Sir, just go straight ahead."

An Qian stepped forward in a hurry, and within two steps, the person was hugged by the waist, and there was a booing sound behind her, An Qian was a little embarrassed, leaning against the strong embrace of the young master, the man's body was fragrant, and there was a little smoke.

The smell of smoke - it was a big failure, An Qian couldn't guard against it, and one of them couldn't hold back - he vomited.

Spit on the young master's chest.

Her face turned pale, and she was in a bad mood.

Bo Xiang stopped immediately in his arms, motionless, with disbelief on his face, as if he never thought that this day would happen to him.

"Yes, I'm sorry...let me down."

An Qian stared at the bright floor, not daring to see the young master's expression.

Bo Xiang admitted that for a moment, he wanted to throw An Qian out, the veins on his forehead popped up, he gritted his teeth, God knows how much effort he had to put An Qian on the ground safely.

An Qian kept apologizing, hurriedly unbuttoned her, and took off her suit jacket. Fortunately, the white shirt inside was not dirty.

Bo Xiangcheng let the other party do the work. After a long time, he cursed in a low voice, "Did you do it on purpose?"

An Qian shook her head like a rattle, "No, really not."

Bo Xiangcheng's eyes showed a fierce look, "Can't you bear it any longer?"

An Qian's attitude of admitting her mistake was very positive, "Yes, yes, blame me, blame me."

Finally, she muttered under her breath, "I smell smoke."

"Why, blame me for smoking?" Bo Xiangcheng looked at her coldly.

In any case, he carried himself to the bathroom to suffer, An Qian let him be upset and understood.

Every time she vomited, she felt a little uncomfortable, dizzy, stomachache, and weak.

She had no choice but to lean against the wall behind and listen to the young master scolding her to relieve her anger, but the young master was silent, An Qian raised her head curiously, her face was a little pale.

Bo Xiangcheng gave her a strange look, "What's the matter? Do you think you can hide by pretending to be pitiful?"

"No, the young master should be angry. Thank you for taking me to the bathroom. The last time I ate hot pot was the same. I just vomited and felt uncomfortable." An Qian thought, she had never seen a woman with morning sickness who was carried to the bathroom by her husband Yes, not to mention their relationship.

The young master is pretty good.

Bo Xiangcheng said harshly, "Did you eat too much?"

"Ah? Yes, is it? Probably not." An Qian was embarrassed.

"Eat less next time." Bo Xiangcheng said unhappily, then pulled the suit jacket from An Qian's hand and threw it into the trash can beside him, "Let's go, go back."

"Go now, will your friend be angry?"

"It's enough for me to come."

Because she was vomited all over just now, Bo Xiangcheng stayed away from her, for fear that she would vomit again.

An Qian slowly walked behind the man, they walked through the back door, saw no one, walked through the garden, the street lights were a bit dim.

Suddenly, a short-haired woman in a pink suit and high heels walked in front of her, "Xiang Cheng? Are you leaving?"

An Qian walked slowly, a little behind, standing behind the flowers, she couldn't help but stop.

She heard the young master hum, and asked, "When did you come back?"

In the next second, An Qian saw the woman slapping the young master on the shoulder hard, "Brother, you are enough, I sent you a message when I came back a week ago, and you didn't reply to me even though you were busy."

Bo Xiangcheng thought for a while, and said seriously, "I didn't see it."

The woman has short hair, is fresh and capable, and wears makeup. She looks like the kind of woman who does a good job. The young master is not angry. She must be his very good friend.

"Let's go, go in and play for a while, why go back so early?"

She didn't seem to see An Qian at all.

Bo Xiangcheng turned his head and said coldly, "Are you a snail?"

An Qian had no choice but to walk in the sight of the two with vain steps.

The woman froze for a moment, "Who is this?"

Bo Xiangcheng said calmly, "My wife."

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Mr. Bo still has the self-consciousness of a married man.