After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

Aunt Zou didn't see it, and was about to say it, but An Qian said with a dry smile, "Auntie, how old are you this year?"

"Oh, I'm 45 this year."

An Qian was surprised: "Really? I can't tell, it looks like I just turned forty."

Aunt Zou laughed, "No way, we are all getting old."

In this way, she didn't mention her parents-in-law anymore.

After breakfast, An Qian took the bag to the beach and brought back all the shells.

The sun was just right at noon, and the couple lay on the white electric recliner to bask in the sun. When they were full, they would be lazy and lethargic. It was hard to imagine that Jiang Cheng still wore down jackets in winter, but now she was wearing a cool skirt.

The whole person is a little flattered.

Suddenly, she thought, because she was so happy, she hadn't applied pregnancy oil yet, touched her belly, and she sat up silently.

"What's wrong?" Bo Xiangcheng was wearing sunglasses, with a straight nose, thin lips, and a clear jaw line.

"I forgot to apply pregnancy oil, you lie down, I will come in a while."

Bo Xiangcheng took off his sunglasses, stood up, and followed.

An Qian looked back, puzzled: "Why are you here? It's not that I don't call you if I have something to do, I will apply the pregnancy oil myself."

"Let me paint it for you."

?

"It's not necessary."

Bo Xiangcheng paused without saying a word, and after a while he said, "I want to do many things for you, but there are not many times when you need me."

An Qian was taken aback.

"I…"

"Are you shy?" Bao Xiangcheng stared at her with narrow eyes, "We are husband and wife, aren't we? Tell me everything."

"You..." An Qian always felt that his words made people's faces burn. She was really shy to refuse at the first time, and the second was because she felt that it was unnecessary and within her power. Why did she call someone?

But Bo Xiangcheng... seems to want to treat her in every possible way.

She just didn't expect that someone would take care of her so minutely.

This sea-view villa has three floors, with stairs and elevators.

Bo Xiangcheng took her hand, entered the elevator, and pressed the second floor. They rested in the room on the second floor last night.

He said: "I think a husband and wife is a relationship that is more intimate than others. There is no intimacy without a husband and wife. The intimacy here can be enlarged or reduced to anything."

The most ready-made Liezi: his parents.

When he was a child, he saw a lot of how his father loved his mother.

The kind of intimacy they had, he'd never fit in, and probably didn't want him to.

Every look and every movement of the mother, the father knows the meaning, whether she is angry or happy, the father always notices the first time.

At that time, he longed for their attention, longed for them to look at him more, and then he would make a fuss and do bad things in an attempt to attract their attention.

But they usually leave in a hurry after staying at home for a short time. Their parents don't live in the old house, and their father has to work. Only grandma responds to him.

He envied his parents' affection.

He also wanted to have such a close relationship with An Qian.

Embracing each other's hot souls, occupying the empty heart, may make up for any loneliness, lack, and nothingness.

An Qian is that person.

In the room, An Qian found out the small bottle of pregnancy oil that was still in her bag. The bottle was golden in color. She bit her lip and handed it to him uncomfortably, "Here you are."

Bo Xiangcheng went to wash his hands, and now he was drying his hands with a towel, he took it over, "Did I buy it for you, how do you use it?"

"No, yours isn't used yet. I'll use up this one soon and use the one you bought for me."

Bo Xiangcheng frowned suddenly, "Didn't I say that? It's very cheap. If it's cheap, it's not good. What if something happens if it's painted?"

An Qian pursed her lips, a little unhappy.

"It's almost a thousand for such a small bottle. How can it be cheap? There's only a little left. I've used it for so long, and it's not a problem at all."

She really doesn't feel cheap anymore.

It was only now that she had money to buy at this price, and she searched and found that this price is so small, it is almost the best, and she still thinks it is a good buy, and in his eyes it is a bargain.

"Don't think of me as delicate, how can something happen so easily?"

With so many people in the world, does anyone have money?Still not so many babies born healthy.

Bo Xiangcheng's voice was dull, "I can't afford to bet."

The two babies, one big and one small, will be the rest of his life.

He wished everything would be treated and cared for with the best.

An Qian sighed, and explained patiently, "Xiang Cheng, it may not seem like money to you, but it's really not cheap."

Only a little bit was about to be used up, so she thought about throwing it away when it was used up, so she bought it from him. This is not saving money, it can only be said that she doesn't want to waste it.

Their growth environments are different, and their consumption outlook is even more different. Whenever this happens, she feels far away from him.

For a while, she was a little out of spirit.

Small things really affect the mood.

"Give it to me, I'll paint it myself."

Bo Xiangcheng paused, but refused, "I'll paint it for you. I'm not blaming you, I'm just worried."

Sensing the change in her mood, he was also a little helpless, "Okay, listen to you, use it up."

An Qian didn't want to make the good atmosphere too stiff, so she lowered her eyes and hummed, "Our thoughts need to be reconciled. I'm not a fool, and I won't let anything happen to me and my baby."

"Well, listen to you, I was a little anxious just now, my fault."

An Qian glanced at him and nodded.

The couple went downstairs again. An Qian half-lyed on the recliner, opened her clothes, revealing her chubby, bulging stomach with white, tender and delicate skin. Under the sun, her stomach moved a little.

Bo Xiangcheng was stunned for a moment, this was the first time he saw the baby moving without wearing clothes, An Qian curled his lips, "The baby also wants to bask in the sun."

Bo Xiangcheng said, "Not necessarily."

He unscrewed the cap and asked, "How to paint?"

"Squeeze it in your hands and rub it to heat it up, and rub it around your navel."

Bo Xiang admitted that he really listened and did it seriously. He put his slender and fair hands on An Qian's stomach carefully, and applied it lightly. An Qian looked a little funny, thinking she was a bomb.

"Finally, massage it. I heard that massaging it like playing a piano will make it easier to absorb. I just press it twice casually and don't need to be so detailed."

Bo Xiangcheng raised the corners of his lips, a little imperceptibly proud, "Playing the piano, right? Then you should have let me take over the job."

An Qian blinked before remembering that he had learned the piano in this man's room.

Dare this be a "professional" counterpart?

So, he began to gently bounce on An Qian's stomach... oh no, massage it.

An Qian thought this scene was a bit weird...it made her want to laugh a little, but he was very serious and his stomach felt quite comfortable, so he held it back anyway.

The baby is also actively moving.

Under the warm sun, An Qian became happy again, she hooked her lips and said, "Is this how you used to play the piano?"

"No."

"Huh? Why?"

Bo Xiangcheng looked at her helplessly, "Stupid, can you bear the strength of playing the piano?"

An Qian was suddenly embarrassed.

Bo Xiangcheng massaged for a while, then said, "I haven't played the piano for a long time, and suddenly I really want to play it for you."

An Qian whispered: "Okay, "All ears"."

(Good night, thank you for liking.)