After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

It has been five days since Bo Xiangcheng came to the forest farm.

An Qian urged him to go back to Jiangcheng a few times at first, but she didn't bother to say anything later, she didn't expect her phone to start ringing frequently.

"Mrs. Bo, hello. I'm Zhao Ming, the general manager of Feiteng Enterprise. I take the liberty to disturb you. There is really no way."

An Qian frowned more and more as she listened.

"We have agreed to cooperate with Mr. Bo before, and our small company relies on this bill to make a living. I am really sorry to disturb you and disturb your relaxation time."

"Excuse me, what exactly do you want to say?" An Qian's head is getting bigger, and she has a cooperative relationship with Bo Xiangcheng, what do you want her to do?She doesn't work in the company, shouldn't she be looking for Bo Xiangcheng?

"Just to ask, when are you planning to return to Jiangcheng?"

An Qian felt baffled, "What's wrong? It shouldn't matter to you when I go back, right?"

"Hey, if you go back to Jiangcheng, Boss will come back too? The Chinese New Year is coming soon, please show your kindness and let us little people earn some money for the New Year."

An Qian was stunned speechless by these words.

What logic is this!

Afterwards, several calls came one after another, all conveying the same meaning, wanting her to return to Jiangcheng.

An Qian was a little angry.

Why!

What's the point of coming to her if you don't ask Bao Xiangcheng for anything?

She simply blocked the incoming calls from the strange phone, and the phone fell silent.

When I went downstairs, I didn't see Bo Xiangcheng, who was smoking in the yard again, silent and quiet, and never made a lot of noise by himself.

An Qian pursed her lips and walked over, stopping at a place a little far away.

When Bo Xiangcheng heard the commotion, he didn't look back, took a puff of cigarette, and said, "Is the young mistress up yet?"

An Qian's face was sullen: "Get up."

Bo Xiangcheng heard the words, turned his eyes suddenly, and unconsciously softened a little in his quiet eyes, "Morning."

Although there was some distance between him and An Qian, he subconsciously stifled the cigarette in his hand.

An Qian cut to the chase: "Should you go back?"

Bo Xiangcheng paused, and said in a low voice: "It just so happens that you go back with me too. Xie Yan is getting married, and he hopes you will go too."

An Qian was stunned, she didn't expect him to say this, they are husband and wife, his friends have said so, she really can't refuse.

And she had met Xie Yan a few times, and she had a good impression of him. He was a very gentle man, and she couldn't justify not going there.

"What date is he getting married?"

"tomorrow."

An Qian was silent, so I had to leave today.

She still wants to stay in her hometown for a while, but the plan really can't keep up with the changes.

Anyway, it was convenient to come back, so she didn't think too much about it, she packed up her things after breakfast.

Lin Zhou didn't expect that she would leave as she said, and came to see him off. An Qian handed him the hooked hat, "Take it well and see if it fits."

On the black cap, there are two white letters: LZ.

He put it on, just right, the hat looks good.

"Thank you Qianqian. Go back to Jiangcheng and take care of yourself. I will come to see you when I have time."

Bo Xiangcheng looked at the two in silence, got into the car without saying a word, and put on his seat belt with a blank expression.

He saw An Qian hooking up his hat from time to time these few days, but he didn't expect it to be for Lin Zhou. Although he knew that An Qian had no extra thoughts about this person, he was just upset.

After sitting in the car for a while, I watched An Qian get into the car behind, the one driven by Hu Li, only Zhang Wang came up, just like when he came, two men together, he climbed into the driver's seat, ready to drive.

Bo Xiangcheng frowned, and in the next second, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Zhang Wang was taken aback, "Eldest young master, you..."

"You drive back by yourself."

Zhang Wang felt that he was deeply disgusted.

Could it be that his driving skills are inferior to Hu Li's?Is that fierce woman really going to steal his job?

An Qian sat in the back seat, and after fastening her seat belt, the car door was suddenly opened, and Bo Xiangcheng bent over and sat in.

An Qian glanced at him, but said nothing.

After driving for 10 minutes, Bo Xiangcheng asked her, "Are you motion sick?"

An Qian shook her head.

The scenery set back outside the window is also a bit tired of watching.

She simply closed her eyes and meditated.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep like this.

Bo Xiangcheng's attention was almost all on her along the way. When the car turned a corner, An Qian's head turned towards the glass. As soon as he was about to hit the glass, Bo Xiangcheng quickly grabbed her shoulders and leaned her against him.

An Qian was disturbed, she opened her eyes in a daze, as if she didn't understand the situation, she muttered, "What are you doing, don't make noise."

Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

His face rested on Bo Xiangcheng's shoulder.

"Go to sleep."

The man's voice was low, with a hint of imperceptible pampering. He looked down at her plain face, with curled eyelashes, white face, no foundation, and a kind of translucent beauty.

Yes, pretty.

He thinks An Qian is beautiful.

His throat couldn't help rolling down, and his heart was beating a little faster for no reason.

Obviously when she was leaning on his lap when he was in the hospital, he was focused on nothing else, very calm, and could play with her eyelashes in boredom, but now he doesn't dare to make big movements, acting like a guilty conscience, An Qian will hear his heartbeat sound?

Bo Xiangcheng was a little nervous.

An Qian woke up and found that she was leaning on Bo Xiangcheng's shoulder, froze for a moment, and sat up straight.

"Sorry, how long have I been asleep?"

"Two hours, An Qian, don't apologize to me."

She is his wife, she just slept with him for a while, what is there to apologize for?

Bo Xiangcheng frowned and thought about it, An Qian was very close to him.

It's eleven o'clock, and An Qian is a little hungry.

"Sister Hu Li, this is also a county town, stop here, I want to eat something."

When Hu Li heard the words, she said hello.

The car parked slowly on the side of the road, and there were food for sale on both sides of the street, such as hot pot, rice noodles, fried rice, rice bowls, stir-fried vegetables and the like.

An Qian got out of the car, glanced at the tall man who got out of the car, looked at his silent and stern face, and said: "You don't need to come, just stay in the car, roadside restaurants, I remember you are not used to eating."

She didn't forget that he thought the breakfast shop was dirty and dusty before, and left without even entering the shop.

At that time, I was a little sad that he turned around and left without hesitation. Now that she has figured it out, it’s okay. The two grew up in different environments and living habits. Life is still long, there is no need to entangle these.

After finishing speaking, she turned around, took Hu Li's hand, and entered a small shop selling Guoqiao rice noodles.

Bo Xiangcheng didn't expect An Qian to leave like that, talking and laughing with Hu Li as if he didn't exist.

He really doesn't know how to eat this kind of small roadside restaurant, An Qian is right, but he wants to stay with An Qian, and blowing the cold wind for three seconds, he purses his lips and strides in, saying a word Bufa sat opposite An Qian.

"You..." An Qian looked at him in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

The owner's aunt came over, "Young man, what flavor do you eat?"

Bo Xiangcheng raised his eyelids, and glanced at An Qian who was opposite, "Same as my wife."

After listening, Auntie looked at Hu Li next to An Qian, "You eat clear soup, right?"

Hu Li was drinking water and suddenly coughed.

Bo Xiangcheng's face suddenly darkened.

With a cold face, he stretched out his hand to hold An Qian's hand, turned to look at his aunt, and said word by word: "She, my wife, understand?"

Auntie made a joke and quickly apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, look at me, this girl is petite and small, this one is tall, I thought she was your wife."