After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

Walking out of the happy community, Meng Heng began to curse, "Don't call me the fuck for these bad things in the future, I'll be surprised by the bad things you caused yourself, are you out of your mind?! It's not good to mess with anyone You go to mess with sister-in-law."

The two walked to a Bentley, Meng Heng opened the rear door, and sat in it with an extremely depressed look. Fu Qing stood by the side of the car and glanced at him, "Should I drive?"

"You don't drive your car? Who dragged me here? You are already 34, can you do things with confidence."

Fu Qing's face suddenly fell, and his eyes turned sideways, "Who the hell are you talking about 34? I think you look like forty."

Meng Heng paused, wondering: "Didn't that idiot Lu Qi say that? Tomorrow is your 34th birthday."

Fu Qing took a deep breath, and said angrily, "You can't even remember how fucking old I am? What others say is what it is? Stupid stuff." She slammed the back door of the car shut with a bang, He went around and sat in the driver's seat, put on his seat belt with a cold face, and drove the car.

Meng Heng scolded in a low voice: "Fuck, Lu Goubi lied to me, am I so fucking stupid? I really treat you guys as brothers! I don't believe a word of those women around me. Believe me."

Fu Qing was silent, and said, "I know, I know, and I do the same."

After driving for a while, Fu Qing gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Qi will be 37 in March, what are you going to give?"

"Fart! How can he have 37?" Meng Heng said without thinking: "He is less than 31, look, he wants to lie to me again, you idiots! Can you be human!"

Fu Qing was silent, and then he said angrily, "Do you remember his age?"

"Hey, it's been so many years, it's normal to remember only one or two."

"How much is the thank you?" Fu Qing said indifferently.

"29."

Fu Qing's expression became even paler, "How old is Xie Chen?"

"27."

"Where is Xiang Cheng?"

"What nonsense are you asking, hasn't this just passed your 30th birthday?"

Fu Qing could already be said to be expressionless, "You're like a fucking idiot, if you treat your friends with sincerity, I'm going to throw up."

Meng Heng looked confused, and then sat up straight, furious, "I said man, what's wrong with me? Who am I doing annoying things for today? My time is so worthless? In the future Don't call me anything, it's really fucked up."

Fu Qing sneered, and was too lazy to talk to him.

After driving for another 10 minutes, the traffic lights stopped, Meng Heng looked out the window, and suddenly screamed, "Did you see the star on that poster? My new girlfriend, I spent nearly 8000 million to catch up, isn't it good?" ?”

Hearing this, Fu Qing frowned, and turned his eyes to look over. On the huge poster, a woman in a red suspender skirt hugged her knees and looked towards this side. She had red lips and long eyes, and her hair was wavy. She was very sexy.

"If your old man finds out, he will scold you to death. These women just want your money. They don't love you at all. They say you are stupid and don't admit it."

Meng Heng shook his legs, and said indifferently, "What's love or not? How hypocritical? How boring. I just like those who want my money. It's true."

Fu Qing said unhappily: "Then you will marry someone like this from now on? You don't know when you will be poisoned to death, so why not talk to a good girl who is well-matched?"

Meng Heng grinned, "Why do you harm a good girl? This is how I feel comfortable and at ease. I can't stand a good girl marrying me."

"You should really be glad that you were born in a family that is not short of money."

Meng Heng said angrily, "Aren't you the same? Why are you pretending to be coercive?"

.........

An Qian finished filming the video, uploaded the clips, and then talked with the advertiser about the advertisement. This time, she accepted an advertisement for a hot pot base, which is an old brand. She went to place an order and bought a bag by herself. She planned to taste the taste before accepting the advertisement. .

She also received an advertisement for hot pot bottom ingredients before, and the other party also sent it to her. She could eat it, but because she was worried, she went to the store to order a pack by herself, but the taste was similar to that of instant noodles. It looks like an oil bag, it's hard to eat, and it tastes completely different from the one sent by the store.

Thinking that Bo Xiangcheng would be back at noon these two days, she still called and asked, and the call was connected within a second of dialing out. An Qian paused for a moment before saying, "Xiang Cheng, are you coming back at noon?"

"Well, I want to go back."

"I'm going to make hot pot, do you want to eat it?"

"eat."

So, An Qian made some more, there were meat and vegetables, the portion was not much, but there was everything that should be there, Bo Xiangcheng came back at just the right time, the room smelled of spicy butter, and there were many plates on the dining table The ingredients are bubbling and bubbling in the pot.

An Qian was coming out of the kitchen with two pairs of chopsticks. Seeing him, she smiled, "It's just right, did you wash your knees last night?"

"What do you mean?"

An Qian put down her chopsticks and explained: "There is a saying in our hometown that washing your knees at night will make it just in time for eating during the day."

Bo Xiangcheng walked straight towards her, leaned over and kissed her, and said, "I can't believe it."

An Qian pretended to be calm after being kissed, and said, "It's just talking, go wash your hands."

After washing their hands, the couple sat together to eat. An Qian scalded a piece of hairy belly, tasted it, and narrowed her eyes, "It's delicious."

"Really?" Bo Xiangcheng scalded a piece of beef, tasted it, nodded and said, "It's okay."

An Qian decided to accept this advertisement, and was a little happy for a while, and a small amount of money has arrived in the account, eating a good meal, what is more happy to make money?

It was at this time that Bo Xiangcheng's cell phone rang, and An Qian looked over it curiously.

Bo Xiangcheng looked at the notification of the call, and frowned almost imperceptibly, "Uncle Fu."

The word "pay" made An Qian pause, eating the food in her mouth silently, but actually listening carefully.

A hearty middle-aged voice came from the opposite side, "Xiang Cheng, tomorrow is my daughter's 30th birthday, I want to hold a big event in the hotel at home, I know you young people are close, but I also want to say something, tomorrow you Come on, haha ​​I haven't seen you for a long time."

Tomorrow is Fu Qing's birthday?

An Qian quietly swallowed the food in her mouth, picked up a piece of duck blood, and took a light bite.

Among other things, now that Uncle Fu came to speak in person, as a junior, he couldn't take away his face. The two adults have friendship, she thought silently, and she would understand whether Bo Xiangcheng would go or not.

As soon as she thought about it, Bo Xiangcheng took a look at her, and then said, "Uncle Fu, I'm sorry, it just so happens that I'm not free, so I'll let Bo Chu go."

"Young man, you're dishonest. I haven't seen you doing anything in the past. Do you have any opinion on Uncle?"

Bo Xiangcheng's tone was low and serious: "To be honest, my wife's birthday is only a few days away. I want to go to Peng Island with her to see the sea."

An Qian was slightly taken aback.

She stared blankly at Bao Xiangcheng, watching him hang up the phone.

Bo Xiangcheng looked at her with soft eyes, "I let you know in advance, what is your decision?"

An Qian is a child who grew up in the mountains, and she has never seen the sea. She has heard of Pengdao. In a famous city, she heard that it is like summer all year round, and there is no winter. It is a winter resort, and it takes ten hours to fly.

She didn't expect Bo Xiangcheng to have such an idea.

He was in charge of such a big company and was really busy. She hadn't even thought about it. It would be nice to be able to play in Jiangcheng.

Her eyes were slightly bent, and she was visibly happy: "Well... If you have no problem at work, I can do it."

Bo Xiangcheng looked at her and curled his lips, "Okay, I'll arrange it."