After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

It was the first time for Bo Xiangcheng to attend this kind of family birthday party, and the birthday party had to cook by himself. The female birthday parties he saw were all well-dressed for their birthdays, wearing custom-made dresses a month in advance, looking glamorous appeared in plain sight.

The more dignified people come, the happier they will be.

For An Qian's friends, just cook a table of dishes and buy a birthday cake, counting it as a birthday.

He had never noticed that this woman talked so much. Ever since he met the acting secretary's sister, she hadn't stopped talking.

Bo Xiang Chengcai also tasted some politely, then put down his chopsticks.

The acting secretary felt that he was obviously resting today, so he looked like he was at work, so he found an excuse and ran away in a hurry.

Bo Xiangcheng suddenly felt bored.

The woman An Qian seemed to have forgotten him, she didn't even look at him, he had never been so neglected before.

Anger surged several times, Bo Xiangcheng suppressed his anger, and called out unhurriedly: "An Qian." He really couldn't stay any longer, he had better leave earlier, it would be enough to give her face by coming here.

"Huh?" With a smile on the corner of An Qian's lips, she turned her head slightly to look at him.

Bo Xiangcheng's mouth tightened,

Inexplicably, he said, "It's okay."

Bo Xiangcheng thought, he might be crazy, otherwise, why would he feel that the woman looked at him with a smile, so gentle and beautiful?

Women talk a lot, so let him stay for another half an hour.

In middle and high school, he would never have imagined that he would have such a good temper and patience in the future.

An hour later, Bo Xiangcheng proposed to leave. He thought An Qian would go with him, but An Qian waved goodbye to him: "I'll go back later."

Waited for a long time, waiting for a lonely.

His wife didn't want to go back with him at all.

Bo Xiangcheng was inexplicably upset, and left with a sullen face.

It was already ten o'clock when An Qian saw him again.

The door was knocked loudly, as if someone was knocking on the door, so late, who is it?

"who is it?"

No one answered.

An Qian was a little scared for a moment, he couldn't be a bad person, right?It was like thunder outside the gate, and there was no movement for a while. She couldn't make up her mind, afraid that opening the door would lead wolves into the room.

Is the young master not coming back today?

There was no other way, she took out her mobile phone and called Bo Xiangcheng.

The other end rang for a while and was connected, but no one spoke.

An Qian spoke first, "Master, are you coming back today? Someone knocked on the door just now, I don't know who it is, do you have the phone number for the security room?"

"...It's me outside the door, open the door."

An Qian was stunned for a few seconds, and hurriedly opened the door. Before she could see the person clearly, her eyes flickered, her shoulders sank, and Bo Xiangcheng's head rested on her shoulders, smelling of smoke and alcohol.

"Master, have you been drinking?"

And, still drunk?

This is the first time An Qian saw him drunk. Fortunately, the eldest young master can still walk. She acted as a crutch, crooked and struggling to support him on the sofa. During this period, the man's lips slipped from her face. At the base of the ears, An Qian felt as if she had been shocked by an electric shock. When she let go of her hands, Bo Xiangcheng slammed her face down on the leather sofa abruptly.

"Hold…"

Don't forget to swear when you're drunk.

"I, I'll make you hangover soup."

An Qian blushed slightly and hurried to the kitchen after finishing speaking.

Bo Xiangcheng slowly opened his eyes, frowned and got up from the sofa, constantly rubbing his headache and drowsy forehead.

He hasn't had so much alcohol in a long time.

The brothers all spoke their hearts to him, and those words seemed to still ring in his ears.

"This is because God is afraid that you will die alone, so I sent you a daughter-in-law. Live a good life with your sister-in-law."

"To be honest, I know that incident in junior high school made you sick. You started to hate women's contact, but how many years have passed? Have you always been looking for women? It's okay to like men like Lu Qi, and you have a partner." We don't worry if we accompany you, but do you like men? Men are even more disgusting."

"Although my sister-in-law's family background is a bit poor, you should know what kind of person she is. Now that you have a baby, you don't hate her that much. Reject her, right? Don't pick her up and live a good life."

Do you want to have a good time with An Qian?him?

The wives and children that many men envy are hot on the bed, will he have such a life?

Bo Xiangcheng couldn't imagine that he thought he would be single for the rest of his life.

Indeed, he didn't hate An Qian's contact.

This woman doesn't know how to wear pungent perfume, and her clothes are ordinary. Her eyes are like a calm lake, clean, clear, and transparent, and she won't look at her with eyes full of desire.

No, that woman doesn't see him at all! !

Hold.

Have a good time?Heh, he said it as if the dominance was entirely in his hands.

An Qian is not a money-grubbing woman, this is what he appreciates.

Similarly, she will not curry favor with him just because he has a lot of money.

Usually, he is just good-tempered, unresponsive, and reasonable. He has seen it before when he gets really angry and ignores people for a few weeks.

For the first time, Bo Xiangcheng doubted himself. Doesn't he have other charms besides money?

He always felt frustrated with An Qian.

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"Eldest young master, drink sober soup."

An Qian put the bowl on the dining table.

Bo Xiangcheng stared at her deeply, "Why do you keep calling me Young Master, you don't know my name?"

An Qian was stunned.

"You are my wife, what should you call me?"

"Young master, you are drunk..."

"I'm asking you something, what should you call me?" The man looked at her with burning eyes.

An Qian's face suddenly turned red, and she didn't speak.

The young master was drunk, but she was not.

Bo Xiangcheng leaned on the sofa, his sitting posture was not straight at all, he lost his usual restraint and maturity after drinking, his shirt was opened, his collarbone and chest were exposed, he was a bit unrestrained.

He dragged out his deep and confusing voice: "wife, you should call me husband."

An Qian's pupils dilated, and she couldn't believe what she heard and saw. She froze for a second, her face flushed, she turned around and walked to the second bedroom, and the door was closed forcefully.

The young master is drunk!

She doesn't know him as well! !

Leaning on the door for a long time, my heart is still beating.

She fumbled to turn on the light and froze.

Into the wrong room.

This is another room, empty except for a big bed.

But now that the young master is outside, she feels a little strange and doesn't want to see him for the time being.

So she waited for a while before quietly opening the door, and there was no one on the sofa in the living room.

The young master had already returned to the master bedroom at some point.

The bowl of hangover soup has also been drunk.

When the young master wakes up tomorrow, remembering what happened tonight, he must want to strangle himself to death.

Drinking is really wrong.

Can transform one person into another.

Well, she must drink less alcohol.