After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

"Well……"

Bao Hanshi lowered his head suddenly and blocked her lips.

His lips and tongue were raging hard on her lips and mouth, and the kiss was so deep that Qiao Yu was almost dehydrated.

She was completely wrapped in his arms, and the high heels she was wearing made her unsteady.

Bao Han held her lower back until the kiss was full, then he let her go slightly. He looked into her misty eyes and said seriously: "You want to re-examine my credit qualifications, that's no problem. But Qiao Yu , you want to throw me away, this won’t work.”

His voice was low and hoarse, with an undeniable strength.

Before Qiao Yu could recover, Bao Hanshi had already put his arm around her waist, bent her legs and lifted her up.

This is a restaurant. Although the place has been cleared, it is not convenient to talk.

The dishes on the table were not moved much.

Bo Hanshi had already left the rooftop restaurant with Qiao Yu in his arms and went to the executive suite on the ninth floor.

Arrived in the room.

As soon as Qiao Yu's feet landed on the ground, he wanted to get up and leave.

Bao Hanshi grabbed him back and carried him to the bed. He frowned and said, "Sit tight."

"..."

The man took off his windbreaker, pulled off his tie, and threw it aside.

Two buttons of his shirt were undone.

He also took off his platinum cufflinks and threw them on the bedside table. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing a strong and smooth arm.

Only then did the manic depression fade away slightly.

She sat on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of her.

He looked at her condescendingly and said, "Didn't you accuse me a lot just now? You are not allowed to leave until you finish your speech tonight."

"..."

How could this person be so unreasonable?

Qiao Yu took a deep breath: "I have nothing to say. It's almost ten o'clock. If I don't go back, my dad will be worried."

Bo Hanshi didn't seem to care at all about her poor excuse.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the pair of stiletto heels on her feet, and finally he let out an almost inaudible sigh and leaned down.

Kneel down on one knee in front of her.

He held her ankles and took off her high heels.

Then, with a gentle hug, he carried her to the bed and leaned against her.

Bo Hanshi pulled the chair next to him closer, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her like that, "You're done, right?"

"..."

"You're done, it's my turn."

His voice was a little cold, his face looked very serious, and he looked very difficult to deal with.

Bo Hanshi has never been a good-tempered person, let alone a good gentleman.

He sat there, obviously looking so calm, but the darkness in his eyes was turbulent.

He just stared at her for an unknown amount of time before slowly speaking:

"I lied to you so many times before. It was my fault."

"Qiao Yu, I promise I will never lie to you again."

"Of course, I promise now, but you may not believe it. With you, Bo Hanshi's credit has been maxed out. But you can re-examine my credit qualifications, and the time limit is determined by you."

"You can calm down if you want, but you can't throw me away. Other than that, you can make trouble with me any way you want."

He paused, his deep gaze falling on her flat belly.

He added: "You are not in good health and are not suitable to work in Fengxing now. Yan Haoyue took you to drink. For your sake, I will not settle this debt with her for the time being."

Qiao Yu was confused, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is to quit the fashion temporarily. You are pregnant. It is not suitable for high-intensity socializing and work now."

"..."

Pregnant?

Seeing Qiao Yu stunned, Bo Hanshi thought she was unwilling to quit Feng Xing.

He stood up and sat next to her. With one long arm, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

Holding her with one hand, the other hand caressed her extremely flat belly.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, and his voice was tired and gentle: "How many weeks has it been? Why are you still so flat? Did you eat too little?"

Qiao Yu was imprisoned in his arms, her face froze, her eyes a little straight and empty.

She said dullly: "Calculating the time, it should be six weeks."

Six weeks?

That's been over a month.

Bo Hanshi remembered that he went to country R to see her half a month ago, and she was pregnant at that time.

That night, I acted so wildly.

He hugged her a little more gently, for fear of hurting her. "Why didn't you tell me before that you were injured in country R? Did you go to the hospital for a checkup?"

He pressed his forehead against hers and looked at her with eyes full of tenderness and expectation.

Qiao Yu looked at him, extremely calm: "When it's cold, I can go work in Fengxing."

"Yuyu, don't make trouble with me about your body."

"I mean, the baby is gone."