After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

An Qian carried the fruit to the ward where her grandma used to live, gave the apple to the aunt, and prepared to go back after chatting for a few words. She was afraid that grandma would make the young master angry by saying the wrong thing.

When passing by the young man, he didn't read a book this time, but held his mobile phone. An Qian glanced at his mobile phone casually, and was stunned. It was a food teaching video of sweet and sour pork ribs, and the background of the shooting with his hands was familiar explode!

At this time, the young man slowly raised his head and stared at her fixedly, "When will the video be updated?"

This!

This! !

An Qian opened her eyes wide, and her face turned red all of a sudden, the hell of social fear is nothing more than this.

This person was actually her audience.

Her grandma has been in this ward for half a year, and she naturally runs around the ward every day, but he never talked to her once!

"How... did you recognize me?" She obviously never showed her face!It's all post-production.

The man had a look of "what nonsense are you talking about?" "Don't you think your voice is very special? It's like a kitten getting angry when it's interrupted while breastfeeding, the kind with fierce milk."

"You... What kind of metaphor are you talking about?" An Qian didn't understand, but she couldn't stay anymore, it was so embarrassing.

"I, that, I'll update it tomorrow, thank you for your liking." He raised his leg and was about to slip away, the man sighed speechlessly, and chuckled, "I know you are a social fear, I didn't bother you, now I guess you are Don't dare to come to this ward."

"No, no, I hope you recover soon."

The man nodded: "Thank you."

An Qian blushed in embarrassment, and returned to the single ward on the third floor. What she was worried about did not happen at all, and she even heard grandma's laughter at the door.

"Grandma, what are you talking about so happy?"

"When you were a child, your teeth didn't even grow. You lay on the ground and watched the ants move. You couldn't see them and thought they were too slow, so you just blew wind at the ants and wanted them to give you a "ride", and your saliva drool all over the place. , and the ants drowned a few of them, it’s only sad when you cry.”

An Qian: "..."

She shouldn't have asked, is this talking about her dark history?Even the eldest young master had a smile on his lips, looking at her, An Qian pretended to be angry and stepped forward to thump his arm, "Are you laughing again? Don't laugh!"

Bo Xiangcheng immediately stopped laughing, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: "I was wrong."

Grandma An: "Qianqian, you are wrong, Xiang Chengxiao can't even laugh? How can you be so overbearing?"

The old man said so, but with a smile in his eyes.

When she came out of the hospital, An Qian sincerely thanked: "Master, thank you, grandma is very happy today."

Bo Xiangcheng hummed, "I'll take you back."

"Thank you."

The two were polite and alienated, without the affection in the ward.

Just as An Qian put on her seat belt, Bo Xiangcheng handed over a card with a calm expression, "Just buy what you want."

It was a black card that Zhang Anqian had never seen before.

She waved her hand: "No, I..."

But Bo Xiangcheng threw the card directly on her knee, and said in a deep voice, "Are you pregnant with my child, or do you think I'm a scumbag? You've been pregnant for ten months and let you raise yourself and the baby alone?"

See An Qian confiscated in a daze.

Bo Xiangcheng pursed his lips, and there was a little impatience between his brows. His temper is really not good, and anger is a common occurrence.

He actually restrained himself a lot when it came to An Qian, because she was a woman, and it was the thing he was most powerless to do with women, saying a few words would hurt her, and she couldn't beat her.

For another gender, Bo Xiangcheng is sure to beat her so that she cannot get up and becomes disabled.

Just when he was about to get angry, An Qian took the black card in his hand, "Sorry, I forgot that the baby is yours too."

"What else? Can you reproduce asexually?"

An Qian held the card, thinking that this card should be used for meal expenses, maternity clothes, and maternity examination fees.

"Eat better, dress better, don't be frugal, and don't treat my children badly."

An Qian was a little upset hearing this, she was not a vicious stepmother, "That's my baby too, of course I know."

There are traffic lights, the car stops.

Bo Xiangchengxiu tapped the steering wheel with his long white hands, and he said coldly: "I mean, it's time to change your pajamas, and wear them even if they're pilling?"

An Qian was stunned for a moment, feeling a little ashamed, but then she regained her courage, "It's just pilling, I'm wearing it quite comfortably."

"Oh", Bo Xiangcheng nodded coldly.

After a while, it was unbearable, the veins on the back of the hand holding the steering wheel bulged, and he said fiercely: "Is it just pilling? Ms. An? It's still disconnected, do you know that? I will play a video for grandma next to you at night, just for a while, I There are blue threads on my clothes, do you know how I felt when I pulled them off one by one?"

"Ah, are you still disconnecting?"

An Qian was instantly embarrassed.

Bo Xiangcheng had obviously been holding this breath for a long time, and he couldn't get angry, "I have never seen such poor quality clothes, and I have never experienced this kind of experience of pulling thread ends. It's so fucking strange. It's really Thank you, Miss An." The last three words were accentuated and said through gritted teeth.

An Qian already knew that she was wronged, and was too embarrassed to speak.

She really didn't realize that the quality of the pajamas was so bad, it cost 110 yuan a set.

She said with a good temper: "Well, I will buy new clothes, sorry."

"Hurry up." Bo Xiangcheng drove the car, and blurted out, "Fortunately, you didn't wear pajamas that night..."

As soon as he spoke, he froze.

In the car, it was also quiet.

Neither of the two spoke again, unable to tell whether it was embarrassment or shyness.

When they arrived at Xingfu Community, Bo Xiangcheng parked the car in the parking lot outside, and the two got out of the car.

It's only ten o'clock now, and Bo Xiangcheng has to drive to the company again. He has been delayed for so long today and has to work overtime again.

Who said that being a boss is good, you are so busy every day, and you work overtime every day, damn it.

An Qian walked ahead in a regular manner, and he followed behind with a full face and a fierce voice. When he entered the community, he saw the young security guard at the door. Ah, working two jobs? How did you do that?"

Zhang Wang wanted to cry, but said pitifully, "I have this job now."

Bo Xiangcheng raised his eyebrows, "How do you say that? You have automatically resigned from me?"

"Didn't you fire me, young master?"

"When?"

"Ah?" Zhang Wang was dumbfounded.

Bo Xiangcheng patted him on the shoulder, "Young man, I give you such a high salary, and you come here to work as a security guard? All right, maybe you want to be free."

He turned around and left, thinking that he would ask the acting secretary to pick another driver who knew everything about him and was reliable.

The next second, the legs were hugged.

"Master, I don't want freedom, I want money."

Bo Xiangcheng was amused, "Success, there will be no next time."

So, Zhang Wang and Uncle Security were grateful and resigned quickly.

He sits in his (studio) car, looks at the gate, and works as soon as the eldest young mistress comes out.

In the opposite security room, the uncle security sighed and shook his head, "Young people are unreliable, so hire someone older."

After thinking about it, no.

It is not very useful to recruit an old man to meet gangsters, it is still necessary to recruit a strong young man.