After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

"Fuck, why don't you say anything when you're married?" Fu Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked at An Qian with deep eyes and a smile on his lips, "Hello, my name is Fu Qing, and I'm this guy's good friend .”

"Hi, my name is An Qian."

An Qian looked at Fu Qing's face, which looked familiar. She seemed to have seen it somewhere, but couldn't remember.

"Is your surname An? There is someone named An in Jiangcheng. It's my fault. I haven't heard of it. By the way, what's the name of your company?"

company?

How can their family have any company.

Ms. Fu shouldn't believe that the young master found an ordinary person with no background to marry.

Before she answered, Fu Qing continued to ask curiously: "Could it be that Ms. An is not from Jiangcheng? Is she from another place? Well, let me think about it, who are the big families named An..."

An Qian: "No, I..."

"You talk a lot." Bo Xiangcheng suddenly said, looking at his friend, "Go in and eat cake."

After speaking and striding away, An Qian smiled awkwardly at Fu Qing and quickened her pace. When passing by Fu Qing, the woman suddenly said, "Miss An, come to visit another day and chat, okay?"

An Qian thought to herself, could she still say no?

The house is not hers.

She nodded, "You are always welcome."

When I got home, it was only 07:30. An Qian felt terrible about her performance today. It's a week for my offspring's sweet birthday. Will the young master still want to go...

As soon as Bo Xiangcheng entered the room, he went to the balcony to smoke.

When An Qian came out of the shower, the man was still standing on the balcony sucking.

Is smoking still a tonic?

An Qian thought about the few times she saw the young master before, and without exception, he was always smoking.

Did no one tell him to smoke less?

With this thought in mind, she opened the glass door of the balcony, leaned on the door frame, exposed her head, and whispered: "Master."

Bo Xiangcheng didn't turn his head back, and said flatly, "Say."

"Smoking is harmful to health."

"so?"

Still, An Qian was speechless, "So it's better to smoke less."

The man turned around, his eyes fell deeply on her, and he said impatiently: "Don't worry about my business."

What kind of person is this, for his own good, and still have this attitude.

An Qian rolled her eyes, "Young master, I am not qualified to control you, you flatter me. I see that you have helped me a little bit, but I just care about it with good intentions. If you want to smoke, you can smoke it. If you smoke a hundred packs a day, you will be fine." Nobody cares about you."

Do you care?

Bo Xiangcheng was silent for a moment, and then said: "If you tell me one thing, you have to answer ten words."

Having said that, he obediently threw most of the remaining cigarettes into the ashtray and went to the master bedroom to take a shower.

The corners of An Qian's lips curled up, the young master could still listen to her words.

The next day, she also steamed Xiaolongbao, which was even more delicious than the ones in the breakfast shop, and it was delicious to eat alone.

Bo Xiangcheng pulled open the bedroom door and came out, glanced at her, didn't say anything, and went directly to the entrance to change his shoes.

His complexion is a bit stinky, An Qian is the hardest working woman he has ever seen, she gets up every day to make breakfast by herself, there are many varieties and delicious taste, damn it, as soon as he opened his eyes, he smelled the smell of steamed buns, and his stomach was full Unable to live up to the grunt let out a few times.

But he said he would not eat the breakfast she cooked.

Naturally, I won't have the cheek to ask if there is any more.

You can only smell it, but you can't eat it.

It doesn't feel good to put it on anyone.

Especially when the mobile phone was turned on, the subordinate in the circle of friends was posting the breakfast made by his wife again.

[Haha, the love buns made by my wife who got up early, they are delicious and heartfelt~]

Bo Xiangcheng glanced at the buns in the picture, the meat stuffing rolled out, several buns joined together, strangely forming a heart shape, what kind of buns are these?

Bo Xiangcheng frowned and thought, it's not as good as An Qian's.

He had just glanced at it briefly, and the little bun was small and delicate, plump and juicy, and it looked delicious.

Habit is a terrible thing. After eating An Qian's breakfast for more than a month, he now eats Xu Ji's breakfast and thinks it's the same. The taste is not as good as An Qian's.

He can't hold back his face now, An Qian's woman is also blank, she doesn't even ask, she really doesn't do his part.

When eating at noon, he rarely went to the cafeteria, and found that many employees were actually eating with lunch boxes, which were brought at home. All kinds of food were fragrant, and home-cooked food was the most soothing.

The acting secretary followed the boss, and couldn't help saying enviously: "It's nice to have a wife. I'm really tired of eating the food in the cafeteria, and the taste remains the same for thousands of years."

Bo Xiangcheng said coldly: "Then you still come to the cafeteria to eat? What do you choose from the company's free food?"

"...Well, I was wrong, the food in the cafeteria is quite delicious."

Bo Xiangcheng stood behind the staff and lined up to order food. Hearing this, he snorted, "Really? Then eat more."

When the two of them arrived, Bo Xiangcheng took the tongs and packed a plate full of dishes for the acting secretary, "Eat them all, don't waste them."

The acting secretary groaned inwardly.

During the meal, the four men at the next table opened their lunch boxes, and there were exclamations one after another.

"Look! I said I'm sure to win. My wife is famous for her love bento."

"Tch, my father-in-law is a famous chef. My daughter-in-law got his true biography. Don't believe me, try it? You can only taste it."

"Hey, I made my wife angry yesterday. There is no salt in the dishes, woo woo woo."

"Keep your voice down. Mr. Bo is right behind. I wonder if he has been alone for many years. He won't understand what we should do if we have a wife."

Bo Xiangcheng ate the food in his mouth calmly, the taste was chewy, his eyes flashed with disdain, he thought, lonely?Heh, he also has a temporary wife now. His wife is a food blogger with hundreds of thousands of fans, not to mention the dishes she cooks.

By the way, what is that woman's account?

He suddenly became a little curious.

Ten minutes later, Bo Xiangcheng was sitting in the office, downloaded station c, searched [Yuanbao teaches you to cook], the profile picture was a fat cat.

Followers: 120 million.

Bo Xiangcheng frowned slightly, and started scrolling through the videos. The latest video was posted an hour ago.

[Yuan Bao told you to make sweet and sour pork ribs], the volume has already reached [-], he clicked in and watched it, An Qian's voice suddenly rang out in the office, Bo Xiangcheng felt a little guilty for no reason, so he lowered the volume, An Qian Would you be proud if you knew he was watching her video?

Never let her know.

"Hi everyone, I'm Yuan Bao, today I'm making secret sweet and sour pork ribs..."

Bo Xiangcheng frowned, paused, and pressed pause to start typing, "Speak well, don't act coquettishly." Click to send.

Failed to send.

[Please log in to your account first]

Bo Xiangcheng was silent for a moment, then clicked the login button.

[Please register an account first]

Bo Xiangcheng frowned, getting impatient, he just turned off the video and returned to the desktop, he was also crazy, did he not work enough?Waste of time here.

Throwing the phone on the table, he picked up the file and read it.

One minute later, he picked up his phone again, registered and logged in with a sullen face.

[Yuanbao Husband]: Speak carefully, don't be coquettish and coquettish, I don't like to watch.

A bunch of people in the barrage praised the sound, and he was inexplicably unhappy.

Then, he was scolded.