After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

"My mother died when I was very young, and I didn't see it."

Sheng Zhi sighed regretfully.

She did not give up and said, "Can you give me a hair?"

"As long as possible, we don't want to miss it. My aunt is my idol. I entered the entertainment industry because of her. She is beautiful and sexy, right? My mother said that it's all about appearance. She is a childlike person. Very stubborn."

An Qian thought about it, and pulled out two for her.

She thought it was impossible.

Sheng Zhi smiled all of a sudden, "Thank you sister-in-law. If you need help with anything, please feel free to contact me."

She took the hair carefully, wrapped it in a white handkerchief, and put it in her bag.

An Qian's cell phone rang suddenly, it was Bo Xiangcheng.

She pressed the answer button, but before she could speak, the man said in a calm voice, "Tell Sheng Zhi to leave quickly, there are a group of paparazzi going upstairs, please sit down and wait for me obediently, don't run around."

An Qian was taken aback, and hurriedly said something to Sheng Zhi.

Hearing this, Sheng Zhi took off the black coat with great experience, and the white v-neck sweater inside. She took off the hair band, and her shoulder-length hair fell down, wearing a mask, and hurried away with her bag.

Bo Xiangcheng hung up the phone, looked at the large group of reporters rushing upstairs like water, frowned, and strode after them.

Sheng Zhi ran across the stairs from the reporters.

Like a passerby, she stood calmly by the side and waited for them to pass by, but the reporters didn't react, they pushed open the door of An Qian's box according to the information they received.

Just as An Qian put Sheng Zhi's coat on, several reporters came in at the door, which startled her.

"What are you doing?"

"Is there someone else who came with you?"

An Qian pursed her lips, "I have no reason to answer, right? I'm going to call the boss."

"Did you hide in the box?"

"That's right, it's impossible to run away, we are so strict."

The small box is not big.

A group of people crowded at the door holding the camera, a little confused, so they simply turned on the camera and started asking An Qian.

"Excuse me, who are you from Shengzhi? A friend?"

"We are purely interviewing, not malicious media."

An Qian took a sip of milk, blinked her eyes, and took another sip of milk, "It's quite delicious, I recommend you."

Reporters: ...

Suddenly, a low, oppressive voice came from behind.

"Ask her again and try?"

The reporters turned around, "Who are you... Oh shit, Mr. Bobobo??!"

Bo Xiangcheng had no expression on his face, his cold eyes showed no emotion, "Take the broken camera away."

The reporters were in turmoil, and some of them did not give up. Knowing the situation in front of them, they also remembered who An Qian was.

Suddenly, some shot.

"Mr. Bo, is this your wife? Can I interview you?"

"Please rest assured that our media must be thinking of you, and we must write to your heart and as you wish."

Bo Xiangcheng looked up at him, "Get out of the way."

The reporters gave way one after another.

Bo Xiangcheng walked into the small box, sat next to An Qian, and asked her in a low voice, "Are you scared?"

An Qian shook her head.

In fact, I feel a little embarrassed.

"Let them take pictures?"

An Qian handed him the original milk tea, "I can do it, just watch."

Bo Xiangcheng lowered his eyes and took a sip of the milk tea.

Leaning back, he put his hands on the sofa behind An Qian, domineeringly enclosing her within his range, and glanced at the reporter with his long, deep, dark eyes.

"Let's shoot."

"What do you want to ask? Don't ask if you shouldn't."

"Excuse me, have you both confirmed the receipt of the certificate?"

An Qian nodded.

Bo Xiangcheng: "Confirm."

"Excuse me, is Madam Bo pregnant?"

Hearing this, Bo Xiangcheng gave him a look like a mentally retarded person, "Next."

"Are you two together because of love?"

"Excuse me, are you each other's first love?"

Bo Xiangcheng nodded, "Yes."

An Qian took a sip of milk, nodded, "Yes."

"Has the wedding been held in a low-key manner or not? When will it be held?"

An Qian was stunned for a moment, and Bo Xiangcheng turned his eyes to look at her, and said in a low and serious voice, "Listen to her."

[Good night, some lost Bao'er read the comments.Thank you for liking it]