After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

An Qian watched the chubby baby turn into a boy with a gradually serious face and a cold brow, as if the photographer owed him a lot of money. Sometimes the squinting eyes that looked over him were simply too much.

She finally thought of her mobile phone, and wanted to take a picture and save it in her mobile phone, but when she took it out, she froze.

On the screen of the mobile phone, the call time has been one hour. After thinking about it, she simply rubbed her clothes with her clothes and hung up.

Pretend nothing happened.

Continue to look at the photo album.

I have to say that Bo Xiangcheng has been cute since he was a child. It would be nice if the baby looked like him.

Thinking of her baby, her eyes became softer, and suddenly, a photo caught her attention. In the photo, a cold boy about 12 years old, dressed in black, with one trouser leg rolled up high, mouth still hanging Holding a leaf and holding a handful of colorful wild flowers, he is climbing over the wall.

What caught her attention was that the boy's brows were filled with pride, as if he was in a good mood.

She couldn't help being curious: "Grandma, this is..."

The old lady looked over, and suddenly frowned, "Why is this picture still there!" She reached out and took down the photo, and under An Qian's puzzled eyes, sighed, "This is Xiang Cheng who ran out to play crazy, for that Flowers brought back by the madwoman."

Crazy woman?

"Is that the nanny?"

"Yeah." Grandma Bo stretched out her hand, and lightly stroked the cool and handsome face in the photo, her eyes flashed with pity, "This kid, for two years, he didn't even listen to me, he only listened to that crazy woman."

"All his New Year's money was used to buy gifts for her. He even went to that lunatic's house and made him a home-cooked meal. He had to eat the dishes cooked by the nanny for half a year when he came back."

"Show me what award you won. The second thing is to find the woman. The woman will reward him with a red envelope, but he is reluctant to spend a few hundred dollars."

An Qian felt a sudden pain in her heart. The stinking expressions in the photos finally found the boy's unique vitality, and it turned out that it was also because of the nanny.

It can be seen how much he trusted her.

Imagine a woman who was once treated as a mother, but in the end...

For a while, I couldn't tell whether it was more pain or more nausea.

Money can change people beyond recognition and take off human skin.

"After that, he personally burned all the things about the mad woman one by one. The building we live in now is not the one that used to be. It has been completely redecorated and rebuilt."

She wasn't willing to throw away the photo in her hand, "Take it to my room and hide it so that he won't see it. If you see it, you will be anxious to me. But grandma is distressed, how can you be willing to see it outside in the wind and rain? Or it was destroyed by fire, look, this kid climbed over the wall with such strength, each of these photos is my treasure, let them stay with me."

An Qian's eyes were slightly red, and she hugged the old man in front of her, "Grandma, although I am not very capable, I will protect him in my own way."

"With you here, grandma can rest assured. I can see that you can control him."

An Qian thought, can she control Bao Xiangcheng?

She didn't want to bother with him.

The two of you should respect each other and live in peace, and the best thing about raising the baby is that you two love each other.

An Qian's heart suddenly felt sweet, because Bo Xiangcheng seemed to really like her.

Not only is he clinging to her every day and saying that he likes her, but why doesn't he do the same?

When hooking wool, I will think of him inexplicably.

When I touch my belly, I think of him.

For example, it is almost twelve o'clock now, will he come back for lunch?As he said, he wanted to see her and miss her.

An Qian bit her lip lightly, her eyes could not help but look out of the door and window, her ears were also pricked up, and she listened attentively to see if there was any sign of him coming back.

Suddenly, the servants in the hall started to get busy, "The young master is coming back soon, send a message to the kitchen: Serve the food."

An Qian's eyes lit up, but there was no obvious expression on her face.

I was a little happy in my heart.

The old lady has already asked the servant to hold the photo album and hide it, and everything seems to be nothing happened.

An Qian looked at the door with a very inconspicuous gaze, and then lowered her eyes without any trace, holding a ball of wool and hooking it.

This is a small sweater for Guan Bao, and the one for grandma is in the room. She plans to show grandma after hooking it up, and give her a surprise.

"Qianqian is really ingenious, look, it's not worse than selling."

The old lady stared at her lovingly. She liked this kind of quiet and well-behaved granddaughter-in-law very much, and she was satisfied everywhere.

I heard that the grandson's daughter-in-law brought her grandson to drink a lot of wine every day and didn't return home at night. Although she was well-matched and joined forces to stabilize the interests of both families, she was not comfortable with her life and overstretched her body in advance. She seemed to be shaking her head.

Generation is worse than generation.

And An Qian is her most satisfied granddaughter-in-law.

"Master, good afternoon."

A voice came from the door, An Qian raised her eyes suddenly, her lips curled up secretly, and she tried to purse her lips again, with a calm expression.

The old lady said with disgust: "Tsk, I'm back to make a living again!"

Bo Xiangcheng took off the long suit jacket outside, and the servant caught it immediately. He tugged at the sleeves, and approached An Qian with steady steps.

An Qian raised her eyes and looked at him seriously, "Good afternoon."

"Well, long time no see."

An Qian: ...

How can she accept this?

It's only been a few hours since we've seen each other.

The old lady: "I'm sleepy all of a sudden, I'm going to take a nap."

An Qian stood up: "Okay, grandma, I'll accompany you."

Bo Xiangcheng pursed his lips, his eyes flashed with displeasure, and he grabbed her hand.

Seeing this, the old lady snorted, "It's worthless."

It's like the big wolfhound saw the bone.

Then he turned around and left.

An Qian was a little embarrassed, shook off his hand, and complained in a low voice: "What are you doing, in front of grandma."

"Don't worry about her."

An Qian: ...

She finally discovered that when she got along with her grandma, she was the model of a good granddaughter and loving grandma.

As for him, he is in rebellious grandson and yin and yang grandma mode.

"I didn't expect you to get along very happily with grandma."

Bo Xiangcheng raised his eyebrows and hooked his lips: "It's quite fun talking about me, have I become your joy?"

An Qian paused, lowered her eyes and took a sip of water, pretending not to hear, then picked up the small white gadget beside her, and said with a smile: "Look! The little sweater for Guan Bao, my cousin is going to learn from me."

Bo Xiangcheng looked at her with his lips curled up, but didn't speak.

"Look, isn't it cute?"

An Qian put the little sweater close to him, covering her face, "Did you see it? Did you see it?"

In the next second, Bo Xiangcheng saw An Qian tilt her head, a pair of big eyes protruding from the side of the sweater, "Did you see it? Are you cute?"

Bo Xiangcheng licked his lips and smiled helplessly.

Then he hugged her and said in a vicious tone, "Who taught you? Huh?"

He turned his face, opened his thin lips, and bit the sharp tip of An Qian's earlobe unbearably, "I see, it's so cute, I want to bite it off!"

An Qian trembled and quickly covered her ears.

Then the back of his hand was bitten.

She hurriedly hid her hands behind her back.

Hiding his head in his arms, he couldn't help laughing at the same time.

The servants started serving the dishes.

When An Qian heard the noise, she regained her composure in a second, sat up straight, her face was full of seriousness.

Bo Xiangcheng couldn't help but laugh: "Stupid Ah Qian, they all saw it."

An Qian didn't froze for a few seconds, and couldn't help laughing.

Have something to eat with you.

Bo Xiangcheng was going to work again, he said softly, "I get off work at three o'clock, and I'll take you to see the house."

An Qian nodded, dragged him to the bedroom, opened the exquisite wooden box, and there was a gray and white scarf lying quietly inside.

She took it out, "It's cold, be careful."

Bo Xiangcheng looked at her with eyes like ice melting and the sun returning to spring, "Thank you, Aqian."

He thought it was enough for him to have one before.

An Qian asked nervously, "I don't know if this is suitable for you to wear? No one will laugh at you, right?"

She thought she was pretty.

Bo Xiangcheng pulled his lips, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Who dares?"

I don't want to mess around.

An Qian felt relieved, "Low your head."

Bo Xiangcheng bowed his head and lowered his eyes, like a person who accepts khata devoutly. An Qian still stood on tiptoe and put a scarf on him.

"nice!"

The cold and dignified demeanor is a bit restrained, but the whole person is a little more refined.

"Go." Ann said with a smile.

When Bo Xiangcheng was leaving, he still bit her on the lip and neck before leaving.

An Qian was a little speechless, but also sweet.

She kept an eye on the time, and she was already dressed at 02:30. She was not only good-looking but also very warm. She also wore a white fluffy scarf, which lined her delicate and cute face.

The old lady was not stingy with her praise.

"Look, where is this fairy who came down to earth. My precious great-grandson will grow up with my mother, don't be like your father."

An Qian: ...Actually, she thinks that Bo Xiangcheng's facial features seem to be more...

It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

There was no movement at the door.

Waited another 10 minute.

An Qian took out her mobile phone and made a call. For the first time, the message "The number you dialed has been turned off" was displayed on the other side.

She was stunned for a moment, a little dazed, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

The next second, the servant ran over with the old lady's cell phone, "Old lady, your phone number."

Mrs. Bo's expression remained unchanged, she pressed the answer button as usual, and the next moment, her expression changed slightly.