After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

In fact, An Qian couldn't.

Because she has no money.

It's impossible to buy a cheap gift for Bo Xiangcheng.

But she didn't want to swipe the Bo family's card to buy him gifts, and she didn't know why she didn't want to, but she was a little resistant.

A tie, a watch, you can only choose one.

As for the watch, Bo Xiangcheng has one on his hand. What's the price?She is a local dog, can't see the brand, and doesn't know the price.

Instead, Dai Tian raised her mouth, "I heard from my brother that your husband has a villa with a watch of more than 2000 million yuan, tsk tsk, what price are you going to give, but it's okay, you are rich now. "

An Qian was silent for a full minute.

She thinks, she thinks... it's better to give the tie.

What a tie.

She is really a dog, she knew that the watch on Bo Xiangcheng's hand would not be very cheap, but she never thought it would be so expensive!Ridiculously expensive!

In the end, she chose a tie called afuoo brand, black, [-].

When An Qian bought it, she hurriedly made videos and broadcasted it live. Although in the eyes of rich people, the money she earned was not worth mentioning, but An Qian didn't care what other people thought of her, as she earned what she earned.

For example, the money to buy a tie now is her own money, which makes her seem to have a little bit of confidence, and is happy from the inside out.

Now she accepts two advertisements a month, plus the live broadcast every day, the income is quite considerable.

Her No. [-] [milk cat] is very rich and has given her a lot of presents. An Qian sometimes doesn't know how to thank him.

I had no choice but to make egg yolk cakes, snowflake cakes, and flower cakes one after another and send them to that address.

She will still patiently teach [Milk Cat] how to cook on WeChat.

At noon, what she didn't expect was that Bo Xiangcheng came back.

At that time, An Qian was setting up the tripod, clamping the phone, and was broadcasting live with her back to the kitchen door, cutting potatoes.

"An Qian."

A deep and slightly magnetic voice suddenly sounded behind him, and the words were correct.

An Qian was startled, turned around and saw Bo Xiangcheng's gaze fell on her stomach, he didn't seem to pay attention to the mobile phone that was broadcasting live, he opened his lips and asked, "Baby move..."

An Qian quickly turned around with the knife, walked over, stood on tiptoe and covered his mouth and what he said next.

"I, in, live, broadcast!" An Qian stared at him, whispering word by word.

Bo Xiangcheng frowned, reached out and grabbed An Qian's wet palm, and pulled it off, his eyes fell deeply on An Qian's face, a little displeased.

An Qian also reacted, and smiled embarrassingly. She was cutting potatoes just now, and her hands probably smelled of raw potatoes.

It was her fault to cover his lips with such a dirty hand.

She glanced back at the mobile phone facing the cutting board, and said hurriedly, "Babies, wait for me for 2 minutes."

Then came to the living room.

"Why are you back?" An Qian looked at him, thinking that this person didn't come back more than three times at noon, right?

"Couldn't you... come here to see the baby's movements?" An Qian said, feeling a little outrageous.

"I'm thinking too much." Bo Xiangcheng said calmly, "I just came back to get something."

An Qian nodded, just say it.

She waved her hand, "Then you take your things and go to work, the baby hasn't moved. I went to live broadcast, it's really disturbing."

Bo Xiangcheng glanced at her, "Why, can't my voice appear in the live broadcast?"

An Qian looked at him with "nonsense" eyes, "Of course, I haven't said I'm married yet."

"Then say it now."

An Qian was stunned for a moment, "You...don't mind making it public? I mean, if I said I was married, my audience might pick you up."

Today's netizens are omnipotent.

It cannot be said that this kind of thing will never happen.

There are some netizens who are very gossip, idle, and very interested in other people's private lives.

For example, her face was broadcast live with heavy makeup before, and later, she saw that some viewers had already photographed her real appearance somewhere.

She didn't reply.

Then let it go, without much splash.

An Qian has been a blogger for so long, and has already accepted the mental preparation that her privacy will be picked up when she eats online.

She and Bo Xiangcheng can only see each other in the morning and evening more often, and they usually have their own business.

If she didn't say it, probably no fans would have thought that they would be husband and wife.

Bo Xiangcheng obviously didn't think about this level of problem.

Yes, An Qian is a big blogger and quite popular.Bo Xiangcheng thought about it, but still felt that it was unnecessary. He didn't want to be disturbed. Since he was a child, his family had cleaned up so many paparazzi and dealt them ruthlessly. Only now can he live a quiet life.

You don't have to be like some of his friends, you can see it on the news at every turn.

No matter which bar you go to today, you will be on the headlines in Jiangcheng, and you will be humiliated.

"Would you like to say it?" An Qian actually still wanted to say something. She probably likes someone and wants everyone to know that this person has an owner.

"whatever then."

Bo Xiangcheng took a last look at her stomach, went to the master bedroom, and came out after a while, "I'm leaving."

An Qian watched the gate being closed, feeling a little inexplicably disappointed, forget it, let's live broadcast.

Unexpectedly, the moment she returned to the live broadcast room, the barrage had exploded.

"Ahhh who is it!!!"

"The sound is nice!"

"This voice is absolutely perfect. This is the voice of the boss I imagined!"

"Voice control is no longer available!"

"Yuan Bao, what kind of woman are you? You have the ability to live broadcast! Don't run away!"

"An Qian, An Qian? Is this name Yuan Bao's real name?"

"Yuan Bao has someone to talk to?"

"Perhaps a brother or a younger brother?"

An Qian looked at the barrage and held his forehead.

But she didn't want to lie to her fans, she just said it was her relatives, one lie would have to be covered by a thousand lies, she had already suffered that.

So I said haha, "Don't ask, everyone, it's a man who doesn't want to reveal his identity, come on, let's focus on our lovely potatoes."

The audience didn't buy it.

"What the hell is it that you don't want to reveal your identity?"

"Hi everyone, I'm Tudou who doesn't want to be named."

"It must be the man from Yuanbao...oh no, it's potatoes,"

"The potato you are talking about, does it have a deep and pleasant voice?"

"Yuan Bao doesn't need to explain, that's your underground lover... Oh no, it's potatoes."

"You said this man... oh no, has this potato become refined?"

An Qian was dumbfounded, looking at the screen full of Tudou, it seemed that she didn't know Tudou anymore.

"Yuan Bao is in a relationship, so let's talk about it. We are not a fan circle, and you are not a celebrity. There is a man who hides it. It's a bit of a thing, or is it that your boyfriend is very shameful?"

Seeing this barrage, An Qian lowered the corner of her mouth a little.

She wanted to say it.

She and Bo Xiangcheng, in a way, are not amateurs.

If either party is exposed, both of them will receive the attention of the masses.

She respects his opinion.

But when she saw other bloggers making couple vlogs, she would unconsciously think of Bo Xiangcheng.

If only they had this day too.

Traveling together while shooting, receiving blessings from the audience, just like ordinary couples.

An Qian thought about it, and thought of herself as beautiful, and wanted to laugh.

Smiling and laughing, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Don't be ignorant, An Qian.