After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

Fu Qing helped with this matter, and Bo Xiangcheng didn't call or send a text message to thank him. He just told the acting secretary a few words, and the new project he was working on now gave an opportunity for the Fu family to get a share of the pie.

the next day.

The chef in the kitchen made breakfast. Grandma An was getting older and had less sleep. She woke up early and made egg noodles with tomatoes. She chatted and laughed with the people in the kitchen.

In fact, everyone knows her identity and caters to her. She is always answered by someone, and she never gets into an embarrassing situation. She speaks Mandarin with an accent, and no one dares to laugh at her.

As a result, An Qian ate more of the noodles made by Grandma An than the delicate and delicious breakfast made by the chefs. She didn't have much appetite recently, so she ate a whole bowl and drank all the soup.

She even licked her lips, her brows and eyes curved like a greedy cat, not to mention how beautiful she is.

Bo Xiangcheng raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips and chuckled, it was rare for him to put an obvious expression on his face.

"Is it that delicious?"

An Qian nodded heavily, "Grandma's food is the best in the world!"

Ever since she became pregnant by accident and met Bo Xiangcheng, she has eaten a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas, and Bo Xiangcheng would take her to eat delicious food whenever he was free.

But no matter how delicious something is, it is only delicious at the time, and I will get tired of eating it a few times, but I will never get tired of the rice cooked by my grandma, even if it is just a simple vegetable stir-fry.

Grandma An's heart warmed when she heard it. Now she sees that more and more people love Anqian, and everyone has money to give her the best. This is of course a good thing, but when you think about it carefully, you are getting old , It’s useless, and I have to spend a lot of money on medicine every day, so I can’t help much.

I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.

Seeing that my granddaughter likes it so much now, she also smiled.

She looked in the direction of the kitchen, and her voice was a little softer, "You think grandma is just making breakfast, but grandma wants to keep an eye on them, you must be careful."

Bo Xiangcheng and An Qian looked at each other and smiled. Now Xiangfeng Villa has no more cares, but they didn't say anything, let Grandma An find something to do by herself, and An Jincai will go to jail No, her heart will not feel better.

At noon, Bo Xiangcheng and An Qian were walking the puppy on the lawn. An Qian leaned against him and fell asleep while basking in the warm sun.

A little milk dog was still biting the corner of An Qian's clothes. Bo Xiangcheng saw it, frowned, stretched out his hand, lifted the little milk dog up, and put it aside.

So, the little milk dog started to bite the corner of his clothes.

"Tsk."

Bo Xiangcheng became a little impatient. At this time, the kitten also trotted over. Attracted by the little milk dog's dangling short tail, it stretched out its small paws and grabbed it, then opened its mouth and bit it.

The little milk dog bit Bao Xiangcheng's clothes, his eyes widened, and his cute body shook.

Looking at its expression, Bo Xiangcheng was amused.

The little milk dog ran away, and the kitten followed.

The warm wind blew, and the hair on An Qian's forehead was slightly messy. Bo Xiangcheng raised his hand and gently brushed her hair away, staring at An Qian's pale and rosy face, with undisguised affection in his eyes.

An Qian woke up after an hour of sleep, and went to bed again.

Downstairs kitchen.

Bo Xiangcheng asked Grandma An's cooking skills.

Grandma An said that she didn't have any cooking skills, but she used lard and cooked it on a higher fire.

She smiled and taught Bo Xiangcheng how to cook.

An Qian slept for another hour. She was so hungry that she stepped on her furry rabbit slippers to find something to eat. As soon as she went downstairs, she could smell the aroma of vegetables.

Grandma An saw her and said with a smile, "Oh, did you wash your knees last night?"

When Bo Xiangcheng heard this, he curled his lips, thinking that An Qian had also told him that he could understand her now.

It turned out that I learned from my grandma.

"These are all made by Xiao Cheng, you have a try?"

An Qian looked at the five dishes and two soups on the table, and was surprised, "Xiang Cheng, you made it all? It looks very good!"

Bo Xiangcheng raised his eyebrows confidently: "Try it."

then.

"No salt,

Ah so salty,

This is not ripe! "

Bo Xiangcheng: "..."

An Qian finished speaking in one breath, as if she felt something was wrong, she coughed lightly, "Overall, it's pretty good and worthy of praise, thank you Xiang Cheng."

Bo Xiangcheng: Thank you, I don't feel the joy of being praised by my wife.

"Take your time." Grandma An smiled and took the food to process for a while, and An Qian continued to eat happily.

Mrs. Xie hadn't cooked for many years. Seeing that An Qian was eating Grandma An's dishes, she immediately announced that she would cook dinner.

After dinner, the couple took a walk in the villa.

"Tomorrow is Meng Heng's birthday, he wants us all to go, but I guess Fu Qing will be there too, you..."

"It doesn't matter to me." An Qian understood, "I learned from you, so it's not a big problem. Let's have a meal, he definitely wants to have a happy birthday, I don't want you to make things difficult."

She really didn't want Meng Heng to be caught in the middle, and she didn't want Bo Xiangcheng to worry about her.

She's not that petty.

She didn't like Miss Fu, and Miss Fu didn't like her either, but they didn't have any deep hatred, so it wouldn't be that exaggerated.

For her sake, Bo Xiangcheng has largely reduced contact with Miss Fu. From his point of view, he has done enough and is already very good.

It's not like she can't tell things apart.

Bo Xiangcheng breathed a sigh of relief, stroked her hair, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Aqian."

"Exaggerated, what's there to thank for that?" An Qian raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes curved, "I heard before that when you are pregnant, you will lose control of your hormones and become a different person. I was deeply involved in it at the time. I found out, hey, it's getting a little annoying anyway..."

Bo Xiangcheng answered immediately: "No, I never found you annoying. Your pregnancy was very difficult, I didn't notice the problem."

An Qian looked at him, and suddenly smiled slightly, "Do you know what moved me the most during that time?"

"what?"

"Yes...you never said that I was making trouble for no reason. Even if you work so hard, you will do what I propose. "

It seems simple, but in fact, many men can't do it.

Knowing Miss Fu for so many years, when he didn't know anything, he listened to what she said and let her have her way. It wasn't that he was disrespectful, but that he was too responsible.

After hearing this, Bo Xiangcheng corrected her with a straight face: "That's not vexatious, it's your cry of pain after pregnancy."

Fortunately, he heard it.

He looked down at the obedient woman with a puffy belly, and curled his lips: "My wife doesn't listen to me, who do I listen to?"

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Good night, thank you for scoring the gift.