After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

An Qian ate breakfast the next day, feeling flustered and restless, feeling that if she was alone in the room, she would feel depressed.

She didn't want to show her grandma like this, so she left after a short stay in the hospital.

An Qian has never liked anyone, but she feels that she is a broken love that many people talk about.

But it's ironic that she doesn't even have a relationship, so where does the loss come from?Therefore, I don't even have the qualifications to be broken in love.

She didn't have the time to shoot videos, and she didn't want to talk during the live broadcast. Fans commented on her, rewarded her with gifts, and comforted her. This made An Qian feel guilty. She treated the audience who liked her with such a negative attitude. , is it too much?

So, her live broadcast also stopped.

A week later, she agreed to an invitation from a woman who claimed to be Mrs. Wang to do facial maintenance.

Mrs. Wang didn't expect that she would really agree, and she was so happy. Mrs. Wang is a proper lady, she looks 28 years old, and she wears diamonds and jewelry on her neck, ears, wrists and fingers. She is very particular, and she doesn't know how to take care of her hair. It is soft and shiny, and there is still a glimmer of light in her eyes.

An Qian didn't expect the other party to be so enthusiastic. She was a little socially afraid, and she was not used to it.

In fact, she didn't know that the Bo family had a great career, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were as rich as a country, and they were naturally at the top of the upper class in Jiangcheng.

Li Tongjun's Weibo post shocked everyone. This was the first time that the person in power had a scandal with a woman, and she was married.

Although the Bo family didn't acknowledge that Weibo post, they didn't deny it either.

So, Mrs. Fu in Jiangcheng bought An Qian's contact information from that anonymous netizen, and they all wanted to have a relationship with her.

The so-called anonymity is actually nothing in the eyes of the rich and powerful.

"Mrs. Bo, I really didn't expect that you are such a beautiful and easy-going person."

An Qian smiled politely.

"Go to [Lvyan], I often go to their house for maintenance."

An Qian had no objection, in fact, she didn't know where it was good at all.

Mrs. Wang was holding an exquisite small bag the size of a mobile phone, which was inlaid with shiny diamonds. She twisted her waist gracefully, and took An Qian's hand into [Green Face]. The person in green and white immediately greeted her. Come up, "Mrs. Wang, hello, this is..."

Mrs. Wang smiled: "It's Mrs. Bo."

The staff was stunned for a moment. The people who came to their store were all rich wives, so they naturally knew a little about the upper class of Jiangcheng. These rich wives made an appointment to come to take care of them, and they didn't shy away from gossip about the noble circle.

Over time, these little people also knew more or less about the Bo family.

During this period of time, every customer who came to the store would mention the Mrs. Bo who didn't know the truth.

It turned out that it was true.

She also saw live ones.

With no makeup, only lipstick is applied, and she is already stunningly beautiful.

She bent slightly, "Mrs. Bo, hello."

"Hello." An Qian's face was indifferent. In fact, she had gradually accepted the exaggerated greetings from these staff before she knew it.

Mrs. Wang issued a gold card, and the staff would not ask such nonsense as "you paid for Mrs. Bo" ignorantly.

After consumption, they will directly deduct it from the gold card.

It was An Qian's first facial treatment, and it was very comfortable. It was really comfortable to work on her face alone, and someone else to massage her legs and arms.

In the past few days, she found that her legs were swollen due to pregnancy.

When leaving the store, An Qian couldn't help asking, "How much is it for me..."

"Pfft..." Mrs. Wang smiled lightly, but it wasn't that kind of ridicule, it was a gentle smile without malice.

"Mrs. Bo, I asked you to come out, and you still need to pay?" She paused, "You are really a very special person."

An Qian was puzzled.

"Mrs. Bo, please forgive me. As for me, my natal family has a few shops and no backstage, so I live around my man. I wear all the jewelry he sends. He will be happy and it will help the family harmony. "

She could tell that Mrs. Bo's family didn't seem to be rich either.

An Qian was startled, and looked at the earrings Mrs. Wang was wearing, so they were given by her husband?

Mrs. Wang is reminding her to wear it too?

However, her husband never sent her off.

Is the family harmonious?

Perhaps in Bao Xiangcheng's view, being a qualified robot means that the family is harmonious.

On the way back, An Qian sat in Zhang Wang's car and couldn't help crying.

She doesn't know what's wrong with her.

It seems to be much weaker than before.

The temper is also getting bigger, the patience is gradually getting worse, she becomes irritable and easily hurt, and her emotions are no longer under her control, just like a few days ago when she questioned Bo Xiangcheng about entering the room, how could she be so impulsive before? .

All of this happened violently and naturally, and it was already like this when she recovered.

An Qian was at a loss and flustered.

She was very anxious, flipping through her phone randomly, reading comments and then WeChat Moments, but stopped her sliding fingers for an instant.

[Qianfeng Group—Fu Qing]

Posted a video with the text: "Fat and water don't flow to outsiders' fields, this dog earns all the money."

In the video, a man in a white shirt is sitting at the desk, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, watching the computer and concentrating on his work. This is the first time An Qian has seen Bo Xiangcheng working in the company.

——In the circle of friends posted by other women.

An Qian held the phone tightly, she was thinking, when did she add Miss Fu's WeChat?

After thinking about it for a long time, I vaguely remembered that when she was shopping for clothes a few days ago, someone added her, and she was too busy picking things at the time and didn't want to agree.

It turned out that it was Miss Fu.

Fu Qing's profile picture is the logo of Qianfeng Group.

With trembling fingers, An Qian clicked on the profile picture and entered Fu Qing's circle of friends.

In addition to some work forwarding, it is a group photo of talking about business with a bunch of middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes.

There are a few more, and Bo Xiangcheng is also there, and it seems that she took them secretly.

There is a photo of Bao Xiangcheng who is still working. When she took the photo, the other party noticed it and raised his eyes sharply, as if warning.

[Qianfeng-Fu Qing]: "Fuck, I was caught by Boss."

An Qian took a deep breath, pursed her lips and continued to roll down.

Ms. Fu didn't post many circles of friends, and they reached the end soon.

The penultimate article was four years ago, with a photo accompanying the picture. In the photo is a large room with a lake outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. There is a word cloakroom at the corner of the room. Next to the bed is a stepped dressing table. There is a faint powder in the white of the wall.

Accompanying text: "My aesthetics are not bad, who dares to say that I have a straight man's aesthetics."

An Qian opened her eyes wide, and instantly understood that this was Bao Xiangcheng Yuanyanghu's wedding room.

……

An Qian backed out silently and turned off the phone.

She is at work, if she asks, is she "meddling her own business" again?

Miss Fu is indeed excellent, no, it's Mr. Fu.

An Qian was lying on the sofa, she was going to be stupid, she wanted to get angry for a while.

After a while, the eye sockets became red again.

After a while, I hated myself like this again.

Suffering from emotion, becoming its slave.

When Bo Xiangcheng came back from get off work, he opened the door, and the long-lost room was pitch black.

The last time this happened was when An Qian was angry. He paused, turned on the light, and An Qian fell asleep on the sofa.

Bo Xiangcheng frowned, and walked over to carry him into the room, but he woke up as soon as he got close to An Qian, her face was haggard, and when she saw him, she raised her eyebrows, "What are you doing, go away!"

"Aren't you cold sleeping on the sofa?"

"Don't worry about it! I don't care about you, and you don't care about me!"

Bo Xiangcheng frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

One size fits all, he just kindly cared about her.

He didn't expect that An Qian would be blown up by his words.

"You? Why do you say you? Where did you come from? Am I not good enough? I don't care about you. I don't like you! I know I have no right to like you! What are you doing! What are you doing here! You are not satisfied with what you do, are you? What else do you want me to do!"

"I...I..." An Qian suddenly choked up, her eyes turned red, and she couldn't continue, "I... have worked very hard, what do you want me to do, I can't eat anything, I can't play, I can't do violent movements, every day Be very careful, and watch your eyes..."

Bo Xiangcheng had never been so shocked, never been scolded so harshly.

Ke Anqian cried.

He felt that An Qian was a real devil.

Didn't he just say a word?

How come it seems that he has become a heinous sinner.

Never been so helpless and stupid.

"You...you have something to say, I know you have a hard pregnancy, I will give you whatever you want."

"Get out!" An Qian felt that her tears were flowing like water, which was worthless, and she collapsed, "What can you give me, please put it mildly! I'm so hungry, why should I be pregnant? I'm so hungry. Hungry……"

Aren't you hungry if you eat less in the morning and afternoon, and don't even eat dinner?

Bo Xiangcheng immediately took out his mobile phone, "Whatever you want to eat, I'll ask someone to bring it to you."

"You go."

An Qian suddenly calmed down, with tears on her face, she said coldly

"What?" Bo Xiangcheng felt that his ears were hallucinating.

"I let you go! You go!" An Qian said loudly, didn't she give her everything?

Bo Xiangcheng took a deep breath, pressed the space between his eyebrows, "Say, what do you eat?"

An Qian sniffed, "The fried chicken downstairs in my house."

"At night, you still eat fried chicken..."

"I want to eat! I want to eat!"

"..."

Bo Xiangcheng sighed, feeling very tired,

He knew where the home An Qian was talking about was the house on the border of Jiangcheng, which he checked on behalf of the secretary.

It takes two and a half hours to drive here at the fastest.

"Does it have to be from that one?"

"I want that one, I can taste it, and you can give me whatever you want." An Qian's attitude was firm, and there was a broken light in her red eyes.

"Okay, I'll go buy it, don't cry."

Bo Xiang took a cup of warm water and put it on the table, put on the suit he wore when he was off work, turned and left.

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(Explanation: If you are pregnant, you will lose control of your emotions due to hormone problems)