After the divorce, the CEO received the pregnancy test form from Sanbao

Yao Siyu saw the two of them looking at each other, and the hands under the tray curled up unconsciously.

Shen Xingluo looked away, raised his wrist, and looked at his watch.

"Put it aside for now. After I take out the needle, it will be just right to drink the medicine."

Yao Siyu put down the bowl of medicine obediently.

Immediately afterwards, he fetched another basin of water and wrung out the towel: "Mr. Bo, please wipe it."

He has a mysophobia, so even if he is sick or stays in the room the whole time, he will wipe his face and hands regularly.

She does all these details very well.

Bo Beicheng took the hot towel from her hand: "Thank you."

He had never said thank you to her before, and this thank you seemed to be intended to alienate her in front of Shen Xingluo.

Shen Xingluo put down the half-stitched sewing kit and wanted to help Bo Beicheng get the needle.

"Doctor Shen, are you making a medicine package? Why don't you let me help you with the rest?"

"unnecessary."

"Need not."

Bo Beicheng and Shen Xingluo spoke at the same time.

Yao Siyu stretched out his half-stretched hand and hung it there in embarrassment.

"I don't like others touching my medicine bag." Shen Xingluo explained.

Yao Siyu looked at Bo Beicheng again.

"Bring me a coat. I want to go out for a walk later." Bo Beicheng said to Yao Siyu.

Yao Siyu nodded: "Okay, Mr. Bo."

She walked into his cloakroom with ease.

Shen Xingluo's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he sterilized the silver needle as if nothing had happened.

"By the way, don't touch electronic products or work matters recently. Doing so will help your headache a lot." She said in the tone of a doctor admonishing a patient.

Bo Beicheng looked at her profile for a long time.

"Just listen to you."

His voice was gentle and soft, making Shen Xingluo pause slightly.

"I mean, since you are already my attending doctor, I naturally want to listen to you."

Bo Beicheng explained.

Shen Xingluo sneered: "Mr. Bo, don't worry, I won't misunderstand that you still have affection for me. Everything you have done these days is enough for me to see the truth clearly."

Her words made Bo Beicheng's chest feel tight and he couldn't say anything.

Shen Xingluo continued to disinfect her silver needles.

Yao Siyu walked out of the cloakroom at this time and helped him get a light brown knee-length windbreaker.

"Mr. Bo, are you going out now?" she asked.

Bo Beicheng's frozen expression recovered.

"Let's go." He stood up, and Yao Siyu immediately came over and helped him put on his windbreaker.

"I will live here in the next few days." Shen Xingluo suddenly said again.

"To facilitate observation of your condition." She added.

Bo Beicheng raised his head and said in a cold tone: "Whatever you want."

He raised his feet and walked out, and Yao Siyu followed him step by step.

After they had walked several steps, Shen Xingluo turned his head and looked at the backs of him and Yao Siyu, both of whom disappeared around the corner of the door of the room.

After being lost in thought for a few seconds, she took out her phone and sent a message to the Bo family.

She told Mrs. Bo not to worry, everything was fine in Bo Beicheng and he didn't know what was happening in the outside world.

Over here, Mrs. Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief after looking at the news from Shen Xingluo.

"Mom, Beicheng is so seriously ill now. As an aunt, I am really worried for him."

Bo Bing, who was sitting opposite her, said with a sad look on his face.

Mrs. Bo glanced at her daughter lightly.

"You and Anian should keep their mouths shut. No matter how people outside ask, don't reveal Beicheng's condition."

Bo Bing shouted unjustly: "Mom! How could I reveal Beicheng's privacy casually? What's more, it's time for our family to unite and be friendly."

"A-Nian and I really want to help Beicheng share the burden and get through this difficulty together. I have discussed it with A-Nian. Now Vice President Mai is under too much pressure. No matter how capable he is, he can't handle Fengling Group. There are so many things going on up and down, why don't you, the chairman, come forward and let A Nian be elected as the acting president to share the burden for Beicheng and handle this crisis?"

Old Mrs. Bo looked at her daughter's cautious and probing eyes with a gentle look.

Mo Ruomu, a wise daughter, knows very well what kind of character her daughter is!

If she hadn't been thinking about mother and daughter, she would have let Beicheng deal with her a long time ago.

It is impossible for her ambitious husband to still be able to work in Fengling Group.

"Although I have the position of chairman, you know, I never care about the company's affairs, and I can't be the master." Mrs. Bo declined her daughter.

"Mom, but..."

"Don't worry, if you are really serious, then accompany me to the Buddhist temple and pray for Beicheng and our Bo family."