After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

An Qian understood what he meant, and pursed her lips, feeling a little unhappy.

He still has the nerve to blame himself for throwing face?Did he get no credit for what he did?

An Qian didn't look at the man next to him, but looked at the receding night scene outside the car window.

"Then the young master thinks that he is not wrong at all?"

Bo Xiangcheng was originally looking at the road ahead, but when he heard this, he turned his head to look at her chiseled profile.

"What did i do wrong?"

An Qian was trembling with anger and couldn't bear it anymore, "Did the young master have a fever that night and became stupid? Did you forget what you said when you strangled my neck? The life of a villain is thinner than paper, so I dare not forget."

"I'll strangle you?" Bo Xiangcheng's face sank. He remembered that he had a dream that night when he had a fever. He also dreamed of that woman. He was so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death.

Could it be that he admitted the wrong person?

Thinking about it this way, everything makes sense.

Bo Xiangcheng was silent for a few seconds.

After a while, his throat rolled, and his voice was low, "It's my problem, I recognized the wrong person."

An Qian didn't expect him to say that, her eyes widened in disbelief, "Admit the wrong person, what do you mean?"

An Qian couldn't help but think of that day, the overwhelming hatred in the man, the nausea from the depths of his soul, and even a trace of pain.

Who is that man?

But the young master didn't want to mention too much, his sharp-edged face was full of indifference, "Anyway, you just need to be clear, no matter what stupid things I said that day, it wasn't aimed at you."

An Qian nodded blankly, thinking of her as someone else.

So I don't feel bad for her.

An Qian wrapped her suit jacket tightly.

"I'm sorry." Bo Xiangcheng said in a low voice. Although he didn't mean it, he did hurt her again.

An Qian is not a fussy person either, knowing the truth of the matter, she waved her hand generously, "It's okay, you saved me today, we're even."

Speaking of what happened at night, Bo Xiangcheng's eyes darkened a little, he was tired of daring to bully his wife in law.

As far as An Qian is concerned, although he doesn't like it, she is now the mother of his child. Bo Xiangcheng is a very defensive person. Whoever provokes someone he recognizes will lose a piece of meat if it is light, and reopen if it is serious.

An Qian thought of something, and was immediately disgusted and angry, "That man, he seems to... even bullied his daughter..."

Bo Xiangcheng was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Isn't it serious."

He will arrange a few old men who are older than that person to "serve" him well.

Same as that woman, old-fashioned and disgusting.

"Before the accident, what were you shopping there for?"

An Qian was a little embarrassed, "I was looking at the baby's clothes."

"Oh." Bo Xiangcheng was not interested in these things, but she seemed to be quite concerned and looking forward to it.

He couldn't help thinking, would she really be willing to let go after the baby was born?

An Qian thought he was blaming herself for coming out at night, and apologized, "I'm causing you trouble, I won't come out at night again."

Bo Xiangcheng glanced at her, "No, the victim shouldn't hide, of course don't play too late."

He will change a group of bodyguards, keep up.

What is hiding?How could his wife live like this

Victims shouldn't hide, An Qian thinks this is quite right, and she thinks so too, but she doesn't want to cause trouble to others, so she said she won't go out at night, thinking that the young master will agree with her, and she can't help feeling sorry for the elder The young master had another opinion.

After arriving at the Xingfu Community, Bo Xiangcheng sat in the back seat, looked at the woman next to her who was starting to unbuckle her seat belt, said in silence, "I bought you flowers in the trunk, if you want, go get it yourself."

An Qian was stunned, "You bought it for me? Why?"

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Bo Xiangchengjun's face, "If you don't, just throw it away." After speaking, he got out of the car.

"I wanted it at the time! Why don't you have flowers."

An Qian hurriedly opened the door from the left and got out of the car. She frowned when she landed on the ground. She was punched in her thigh and still hurt, but she was able to walk. The trunk door had been opened, and the fragrance of flowers came, a large bouquet of flowers of different types Bright and eye-catching, delicate and charming, An Qian showed a smile, and hugged the flowers in her arms, no woman does not like flowers

The young master didn't buy ambiguous red roses, but sunflowers that symbolized friendship, full of stars, and she didn't think too much about it.

Holding the flowers, she found that the young master was standing far away. When An Qian stepped forward, the young master started to back up, then turned and left.

A look of doubt flashed in An Qian's eyes.

Her legs hurt a little now, and she couldn't walk fast, so she hugged the flower, smiled in her eyes, looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and outlined the long legs, and shouted: "Thank you."

Bo Xiangcheng didn't seem to hear.

When An Qian got to the elevator, she found the young master waiting for her.

She wore a man's suit jacket and walked in with flowers in her arms. She didn't know if it was her illusion. After the man pressed the button on the third floor, he took two steps back to the side. huddled in a corner.

An Qian's eyes were full of doubts, so she kept staring at the young master.

As soon as the elevator on the third floor arrived, she found the young master rushing past her, afraid that she would do something.

An Qian was really dumbfounded now.

Could it be that she is too stinky?

An Qian's face turned red immediately, and she didn't rush to follow behind him. She watched the young master enter the room and made sure that he had entered the master bedroom. Then she entered the room slowly and closed the door.

After changing her shoes, she put the flowers on the table in the living room first, and hurriedly went to take a shower.

Unsurprisingly, there was a large area of ​​blue on his thigh. Thinking of what happened today, he felt lucky to survive the catastrophe.

After washing the fragrance on his body, he also washed the dirty clothes, which is attached to the young master's suit jacket. I don't know if the young master will want this coat, it looks like a waste of money.

After Bo Xiangcheng took a shower, he came out with his mobile phone to make a video call to grandma as a matter of routine, but saw the woman An Qian holding a large glass bottle, filled it with water, took apart the flower, cut a small piece of it, and put it in in a glass jar.

"What are you doing?"

"This way it can be kept for a longer time, and it won't wilt too quickly."

Bo Xiangcheng was a little speechless, isn't it just a bunch of flowers?Just let it go and throw it away.

He looked at his brother's girlfriend, and after receiving the flowers, he was happy for a long time. Then he turned around and saw the bunch of flowers in the trash can.

He sat on the sofa and watched An Qian operate with some curiosity.

"How much does it cost?" An Qian asked.

Bo Xiangcheng: "390 nine."

An Qian took a deep breath, "So expensive? No, then we need to keep it for a longer time." She became more serious as she spoke.

"Is this expensive?" Bo Xiangcheng glanced at her.

"Maybe the young master thinks it's not expensive because you are rich and I'm poor. Of course it's expensive. It's 400 yuan."

Bo Xiangcheng said lightly: "Didn't I give you the card? If you like to buy it yourself, grandma also gave you the card."

An Qian shook her head, how could she use these cards to buy flowers?It's not her money, even if it's her money.

"Give it to you, just use it, no one will say anything about you."

After all, she was the child's mother, seeing how shabby her life was, Bo Xiangcheng looked a little uncomfortable.

An Qian smiled and said nothing, washed her hands, and sat down to play the video.

I have to say that the vase of flowers was placed on the coffee table, just looking at it was pleasing to the eye, and the fragrance of flowers was tangy.

Bo Xiangcheng took a look and went back to the bedroom.