After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

The meal went fairly well.

An Qian didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of Bo Xiangcheng's friends, so she kept tense, but his friends chatted enthusiastically.

From their chat, An Qian knew that these people were all friends that Bo Xiangcheng had known since junior high school. They had a very strong relationship, and they respected her, and they knew how to speak properly.

The tomboy that Meng Heng talked about - Fu Qing and Bo Xiangcheng also went to the same elementary school.

Isn't this the childhood sweetheart?

An Qian thought lightly.

She and Bo Xiangcheng didn't talk much, but here, she found that he talked a lot.

"Sister-in-law, do you know what your husband's nickname is in junior high school?"

After Lu Qi drank, his words began to drift away.

An Qian was a little curious, "What's your name?"

Meng Heng: "Haha! Let me tell you, it's called Bao Bao! Bao!"

What the hell is Brute?

An Qian wanted to laugh a little, and the corner of her mouth curled up.

The man beside him looked gloomy, "Is it funny?"

An Qian immediately pursed her lips, "No."

"I remember at that time, this guy had a temper like a bomb, he would get angry at every turn, and the teacher was afraid."

"That's right, he's fierce at every turn. If he didn't act like a human being sometimes, I wouldn't have played with him long ago."

Lu Qi pursed his lips, "Sister-in-law, if you want to bully you, just tell us and we will stand by you."

Meng Heng: "Sister-in-law, you are so great. Thank you for picking up this bomb. Our brothers sincerely wish you all."

An Qian smiled a little more sincerely, "Thank you."

"You guys are enough, how can my brothers be so worthless?" Fu Qing said lightly.

An Qian paused, then turned to look at Fu Qing.

But there was Bo Xiangcheng between them, she couldn't see each other.

There was a faint, indescribable feeling in her heart.

Thinking about it carefully, Miss Fu never said a word to her.

In the box, the happiest person is Dai Tian.

Her sisters really took down the power of the Bo family.

Look at the people sitting at this table, which one is not a boss?

Take this lady in a yellow suit as an example, the daughter of the chairman of Qianfeng Group, the only daughter, has now inherited the family business, beautiful and cool!

She is really famous, how could she have the opportunity to eat at the same table with these people?

While cooking, she listened to them talk.

Oh, this is Mr. Bo's dark history.

Thin rough or something, kawaii.

Zhao Dongfang is responsible for feeding his wife, and he is happy to see her eating with gusto.

Li Tongjun stood up suddenly, holding a glass of wine in his hand, "An Qian, here's a toast to you, congratulations on finding your other half."

Everyone at the table looked over.

An Qian paused, trying to save him no matter what, but the teapot was at Miss Fu's, and she couldn't drink now.

What she didn't expect was that Bo Xiangcheng poured himself a glass of wine, and glanced at Li Tongjun lightly with his dark eyes, "Thank you, I'll drink for her."

Li Tongjun was flattered and nodded repeatedly, "It's okay, I wish you all the best."

Li Tongjun sat down excitedly.

Fu Qing, who didn't see him, glanced at him with disdain, and at the same time moved his body towards Bo Xiangcheng.

But Dai Tian saw it.

There was a bit of complexity on her face.

Never before has the gap between them been so clearly felt.

Originally, I thought that these bigwigs were no different from ordinary people, but it turned out that they were just pretending to be good?

She immediately looked at her sister, An Qian, did she blend in?Will you be tired?

The next second, she came to her senses, so much money and everything else is shit.

Don't care about other people's face-to-face and behind-the-scenes, anyway, so much money can't be earned in a few lifetimes, no matter.

She hopes that the sisters will be happy and happy!

-

On the day of Bo Xiangcheng's business trip, An Qian handed him a bag.

"Go downstairs and look again, if you don't need it, put it in the car."

Bo Xiang took over and gave her a light look, "Okay, thank you."

An Qian's eyes dodged, a little embarrassed, "You go, pay attention to safety on the road."

"Ah."

Bo Xiangcheng took a look at her, feeling a little strange in his heart, but he didn't want to explore the superfluous thoughts, so he turned and left.

In the downstairs car.

He just opened the bag.

A scarf hooked with thick white yarn.

Soft as snow.

But the touch is very warm.

He stared at the scarf for a while, then put it in the car.

An Qian's heart was pounding at home, and she couldn't help running to the balcony, watching the black Rolls Royce drive away.

Will he wear it?

Do you feel dirty and ugly?

She purposely sewed it with thick white wool. Bo Xiangcheng likes to wear black clothes, and white matches them just right.

An Qian didn't know what was wrong with her, but she actually gave Bo Xiangcheng a scarf, and was very afraid that he wouldn't like it.

-

The plane flew for an hour.

Bo Xiangcheng landed at Kaishi Airport.

It was already snowing when the market opened.

The construction site was completely white, and Mr. Huang who came together was wrapped in three layers and was still shaking.

"Don't step on it first, I'll take a photo for my wife to see, she likes snow, so she insisted on me.

This person is old, but he is afraid of the cold, unlike you young people. "

Bo Xiangcheng said lightly, "Young people are also afraid of the cold."

Then he took out the white scarf and tied it.

He was wearing a black suit inside, a long black windbreaker outside, and a white scarf tied on, which looked very similar to Bai Xue.

The dark figure is a little whiter,

It makes him noble and cool,

"Hey, this scarf is pretty nice, where does Mr. Bo recommend buying it?"

Bo Xiangcheng was silent, and said, "My wife wove it."

"What? Are you married??"

There were echoes from the empty construction site.

-

An Qian wanted to send a message several times to ask Bo Xiang Chengxi if she didn't like her scarf, and if she didn't like it, don't throw it away.

I didn't ask until noon.

What she never expected was that Bo Xiangcheng sent her a message.

Just a photo, not a word.

An Qian couldn't wait to click on the photo to take a look.

It was snow white.

That's snow.

Bo Xiangcheng took a picture of her in the snow.

An Qian felt a little happy.

After thinking about it, she still asked: [Is the scarf warm? ]

An hour later, I received a reply: [Mmm. ]

Uh-huh?

So is it worn?

An Qian couldn't help but feel happy.

Knit a scarf for grandma too.

In the evening, when she was cooking, she even forgot about Bo Xiangcheng's business trip and cooked too much.

She wants to cry but has no tears. Habit is a terrible thing.

She thought about it, took a photo and sent it to Bo Xiangcheng.

[Forget that you are on a business trip. ]

The reply there was pretty quick.

[Come back the day after tomorrow. ]

An Qian hooked her lips and ate alone.

A good night's dream.

While practicing yoga with the yoga teacher at noon the next day, Dr. Gu called.

An Qian's heart suddenly rose.

really.

"An Qian, come to the hospital to sign now. The donor just passed away, and your grandma's operation is ahead of schedule."