Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 337: Big Pig Head

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Big Pig Head

Su Xiaolu looked at the little version of Bo Jingshen, who still had a milk mustache around his lips, and was at a loss for words.

Cheng You Ran probably hadn’t seen the message immediately, so he didn’t reply right away.

Su Lu couldn’t help but glance at her phone from time to time, feeling almost sick with anticipation.

It wasn’t until she had peeled two boiled eggs and coaxed the reluctant little one to eat them that Cheng You Ran finally sent a message back.

By then, Su Lu was already calm and not in a hurry to check her phone. She finished the soy milk in her cup, wiped her hands, and then picked up her phone.

She opened WeChat and saw Cheng You Ran’s reply.

You Ran: Hmm? No, I heard it was alcohol poisoning.

"Huh," Su Lu scoffed coldly.

Zhao Xiaole shivered, looking at Su Lu with wide eyes, his voice timid, "I already obediently ate two boiled eggs..."

"Uh-huh, you were the best," Su Lu patted his face.

Zhao Xiaole cautiously observed her, "Then why are you still angry?"

"You are good, but someone else isn’t," Su Lu said.

Zhao Xiaole was quick to react, blinking his eyes, and quickly asked, "Ah Shen?"

Su Lu was taken aback; the little guy was really quick on the uptake.

"What happened to Ah Shen?" Zhao Xiaole sat in his booster seat, waving his hands and feet as he asked excitedly with bright eyes, "Mom! Can I contact Ah Shen usually?"

"Why are you asking me that?" Su Lu looked at him, "I don’t even stop you two from meeting, why would I stop you from contacting?"

"Oh yeah!" Zhao Xiaole laughed, got down from his chair, "Then I’ll go get my watch and call him."

Zhao Xiaole ran back to his room.

Meanwhile, seeing that Su Lu hadn’t replied, Cheng You Ran just continued sending messages on his own.

You Ran: But he left after getting the injection, it shouldn’t be too serious. I just thought you might be curious, so I mentioned it.

Su Lu adjusted her mood before finally replying.

deer: I’m not curious. Why would I be curious about that?

Cheng You Ran sent a snorting emoji.

You Ran: [animated emoji]

You Ran: You better not be.

Su Lu silently changed the subject.

deer: Speaking of which, I called Professor Zhou yesterday, and she was quite concerned about you.

You Ran: Hmm? Teacher Zhou? She called me just a couple of days ago. What? What did she tell you?

deer: Oh, she said that since you and Lei Yang are together, just take it seriously, you aren’t getting any younger, so no more making trouble.

You Ran: ???!!!

You Ran: What?! What do you mean Lei Yang and I? How could that be possible? We are like oil and water!

Deer: [Rolls eyes] "Then you have to wonder how this rumor started and how it made its way to Professor Zhou."

Cheng Youran didn’t reply again. Su Lu thought she must have gone to sort it out.

What’s there to sort out, though? Su Lu sometimes felt that Cheng Youran was naively unlike someone who’d graduated from the country’s top medical university. Maybe she’d spent too much time on her studies that she was a bit slow in other areas?

After all, one wouldn’t even need to think about it. Without Lei Yang’s tacit approval, how could these rumors exist? And reach Professor Zhou?

Zhao Xiaole was in his room, happily lying on the bed, holding his kids’ watch and chatting with Bo Jingshen.

Su Lu didn’t need to enter; standing by the door, she could hear Bo Jingshen’s slightly hoarse voice, tinged with a sluggish fatigue, but always with a hint of laughter.

How could he not be tired after drinking all night?

Zhao Xiaole hated people drinking. She wondered what he would think if he knew his superhero dad had to be hospitalized for an IV after drinking all night.

Su Lu couldn’t bother listening anymore and went to the studio to paint. Earlier, her emotions had driven her to sketch a pig’s head. Since the outline was already there, she figured she might as well finish painting it.

Zhao Xiaole usually liked to hang around Su Lu to play, and he would generally get bored when she was painting.

But today was different; he wasn’t bored at all. Comfortably curled up on the bed, his face carried a sweet smile. "Ah Shen, am I disturbing your sleep? You sound a bit out of it."

"I’m fine. Keep going, what happened next?" Bo Jingshen’s voice was lazy but not at all impatient, filled entirely with indulgence.

"Then Su Lu said she drank! I’m so mad! I hate when people drink!" Zhao Xiaole said angrily.

Bo Jinghen stiffened slightly at the other end, clearing his throat. "Why... do you hate people drinking?"

"Zhou Xiaolong said..." Zhao Xiaole started.

Bo Jingshen’s face darkened immediately at the other end. Not Zhou Xiaolong again! That Zhou Xiaolong!

Although he knew he shouldn’t, at that moment, he couldn’t help but feel deep resentment towards a kid named Zhou Xiaolong.

Zhao Xiaole, of course, had no idea about Bo Jingshen’s feelings and continued, "Zhou Xiaolong said Jin Xiaokui told him her dad hit her mom because he was drunk, and that’s why they got a divorce."

Bo Jingshen remained silent for a moment.

Children’s emotions are always so pure and straightforward.

They show love straightforwardly, and their fears are straightforward too.

"I will never, and I mean never, ever hit Su Xiaolu or you. Never. So baby, you don’t need to be afraid," Bo Jingshen said earnestly.

Zhao Xiaole was a bit embarrassed. "Who, who said I was scared? I, I of course trust Ah Shen. I just don’t like when people drink, and Su Xiaolu isn’t well; she really shouldn’t drink. She said so herself; she needs to keep her body healthy and stay with me for many more years."

Listening to the child’s naive words, Bo Jingshen suddenly felt that his last night’s drinking was really inappropriate.

Zhao Xiaole’s topic came quickly and went quickly.

While chatting, he suddenly said to Bo Jingshen in a secretive tone, "Ah Shen, let me tell you a secret, Su Xiaolu has been painting a picture recently, I think it’s of you."

"Oh?" This actually surprised Bo Jingshen, almost to the point of delight. "Of me? Why? What did she paint?"

Without hesitation and even with a laugh, Zhao Xiaole said, "She painted a pig’s head, hahaha."

Bo Jingshen: "..."

It took him a while to come around to what appropriate reaction he should have to his son’s teasing.

"Why am I a pig’s head?" Bo Jingshen tentatively asked.

The simplicity and directness of a child’s emotions indeed warmed Bo Jingshen’s heart.

Zhao Xiaole said with a laugh, "Because mom always says I’m her little piggy. You’re my dad, so that makes you the big pig’s head."