After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

At noon, Bo Xiangcheng drove back to the Xingfu Community. The Rolls-Royce was parked outside the gate. He took out his mobile phone and called An Qian for the first time. He was quickly connected, "I'm at the gate."

The woman hummed and hung up the phone.

Looking at the phone, Bo Xiangcheng frowned. He was always the one who took the initiative to hang up the phone. Apart from grandma, this woman was the second person who took the initiative to hang up on him.

Not long after, he saw An Qian coming out of the gate, light white loose wide-leg pants, black hooded sweater, black hair draped softly on her hair, very simple and ordinary dress, all thanks to her face braced.

Bo Xiangcheng didn't understand, "You just wear this to go out?"

"Otherwise?" An Qian gave him a strange look, "I'm not going on a date, so should I dress up? I'm comfortable in this."

Bo Xiangcheng was thoughtful.

The women who approached him, as well as the girlfriends of his friends, were all dressed up brightly, with heavy makeup and revealing sexy clothes.

An Qian put on her seat belt silently, not paying attention to the look in the young master's eyes, but instead yawned loudly regardless of her image.

Bo Xiangcheng: "..."

He looked away, this woman didn't care about him, he could tell.

He is not worthy of her grooming?

Driving the car, he thought for a while, and said, "I think some women still wear makeup even if they don't go on a date."

An Qian snorted, "Let's see how I feel. I don't dress up just for dates. I dress up when I'm in a good mood. I don't even bother to dress up when I'm lazy."

"Besides, cosmetics are not cheap, and it costs dozens of yuan less for a single makeup."

Bo Xiangcheng's face turned dark. When other women saw him, they put all their effort into dressing up, and they were as beautiful as a peacock spreading their tails. When it came to her, they couldn't bear to part with the small few tens of dollars.

He was inexplicably a little upset.

So, until the old house, he didn't speak.

An Qian was so dull that she didn't feel anything, she leaned on the seat and closed her eyes to rest.

The car stopped slowly, and she opened her eyes, "Here we are."

Bo Xiangcheng pursed his lips, but said nothing.

He wanted to stride directly into the old house without waiting for her, but thinking that grandma would be nagging again, he had no choice but to slow down.

An Qian dullly felt that the young master seemed unhappy, she was quite confused, and didn't know which sentence offended him.

The two entered the old house side by side.

Mrs. Bo has already ordered the kitchen to prepare a large table of dishes, waiting for them to come back. To An Qian's surprise, his father and stepmother Aunt Zhao are also there. This is the first time that An Jincai has served as the housekeeper of the Bo family for so many years. At the main table, he and his wife were a little cautious. Seeing them coming in, both husband and wife stood up.

"Eldest young master, Qianqian, you are back."

An Qian greeted with a flat expression: "Dad, Aunt Zhao."

Aunt Zhao smiled and said, "Qianqian, Auntie just wanted to visit you."

An Jincai looked at his son-in-law and flattered him, "Master, sit down."

It's funny, he didn't even dare to call his son-in-law by his name.

The old lady smiled and waved her hand, "Butler An, we are a family now, you are the elder Xiang Cheng, just call him by name."

An Jincai's eyes were happy, but he quickly covered it up. He looked at Bo Xiangcheng hesitantly, "This..."

Bo Xiangcheng lowered his eyebrows and nodded, "Just call me Xiang Cheng."

An Jincai was overjoyed in his heart, but didn't show it on his face, "Hey, isn't the young master getting used to it? Qianqian's marriage to the young master by accident is really a blessing for her eight lifetimes. Xiang Cheng, if she is savage Willful, you tell me, I will educate her well."

An Qian clenched her hands tightly, feeling uncomfortable no matter what her father said.

A hint of ridicule flashed in Bo Xiangcheng's eyes. He knew what kind of person An Jincai was like after all these years, which was one of the reasons why he directly sentenced An Qian to death that night.

He also knew who An Jincai was before, so he would only sneer.

But this time, hearing An Jincai's flattering words, he was inexplicably displeased, a trace of coldness appeared in his deep black pupils, and he said coldly, "How does Steward An want to educate my wife?"

An Jincai knows how to read people's faces the most, and immediately felt the displeasure of the young master, he hurriedly said with a smile: "I'm just saying, I'm relieved that you guys live a good life."

Sitting down to eat, the old lady greeted An Qian for a while, and she liked it no matter how she looked at it.

After the meal, the old lady also stuffed a card into her hand, saying it was for her pocket money, but she couldn't shirk it, so Bo Xiangcheng glanced at it and said, "Grandma gave it to you, just accept it."

An Qian had no choice but to accept it, thinking she didn't need it.

But the old lady smiled and said, "Qianqian, at least 1000 million a month."

An Qian was stunned.

An Jincai and his wife's eyes lit up.

An Qian admits that she is a country bumpkin. She really has never seen the world. She spends at least 1000 million a month?How do you spend it?What is that concept?

The card in his hand suddenly became heavy, "Grandma, I..."

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Bo wiped away the tears that did not exist at the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said in a low tone: "You will be sad if you don't use grandma, and my good great-grandson will blame me for treating you badly in the future."

"No, really, grandma, don't think too much!"

An Qian admitted that she is a local dog, she really doesn't understand the world of the rich, and she and the young master will divorce in the future.

She looked at Bao Xiangcheng as if asking for help, hoping that he would persuade the old lady, but instead of looking at her, the young master glanced at his watch and stood up: "I'm going to the company."

An Qian was stunned, didn't he say anything? ! !

Spend their family's money, isn't he well aware of the relationship between the two?Don't you still hate her for money?

Why do you act like you didn't spend money from his family now?

Bo Xiangcheng didn't know that An Qian's heart was turbulent, and he left after speaking. She would naturally be sent back by someone from the old house later. He had to go back to work quickly, or he would have to work overtime like crazy.

An Qian had no choice but to accept the card before the old lady let her go and walked out of the gate. He felt as if he had hidden a gold bar and was very unsafe.

As soon as she walked out of the gate and walked across the lawn, she saw a black and fat high school student walking towards him with a schoolbag on his back. He was tall and strong, and he looked like someone who often played sports and played basketball.

That was the son of her father and Aunt Zhao, An Pengpeng, a third-year high school student, a sports student.

When he saw An Qian, he walked over in a few steps, "An Qian, you are married to the eldest young master now, you are rich, give me [-], I want to buy shoes."

He called him by his first name and asked for it confidently.

An Qian glared at him, and immediately became angry, "Who are you? You are quite capable, even beggars will call you big brother."

An Pengpeng was not angry either, and said cheekily: "Hurry up, one hundred thousand is not much."

"I have no money!" An Qian left after finishing speaking, and she didn't want to give money even if she had money.

An Jincai and his family lived in the housekeeper's room in the old house. The few times An Qian saw this cheap brother was at Bo's house, each time he left very bad memories.

She doesn't like An Pengpeng, even hates him.

"Is grandma okay in the hospital?" An Pengpeng asked suddenly, and An Qian stopped in her tracks.

"Grandma must miss me, right?"

Grandma has been ill for half a year, and Aunt Zhao and An Pengpeng have never been to the hospital. Grandma was seriously ill at the time, and would read Pengpeng's name when she felt uncomfortable, and wanted to see her grandson again.

An Qian cried and begged him to come and see grandma, but An Pengpeng didn't come.

At this moment, An Pengpeng walked in front of her, with a sly smile flashing across his dark face, "Give me the money, and I'll go see grandma."