Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 338: Weary from Travel

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Weary from Travel

Bo Jingshen felt it was the first time someone had called him a pighead, and that he was so willing to admit it.

"Yeah, you’re the little piggy, and I’m the big pighead. So what’s Mommy?" Bo Jingshen thought Su Xiaolu was quite foolish, who else would trap themselves in their own pitfall?

"Mommy is obviously the little fairy," Zhao Xiaole laughed nonstop while kicking his legs in bed.

"How did the little fairy give birth to a little piggy with the big pighead?"

"You just don’t understand, there’s always a way. Maybe you just secretly spat in the little fairy’s cup, huh?" Zhao Xiaole spoke with serious conviction.

Bo Jingshen was speechless after hearing this.

The world of children really is pure, Su Xiaolu didn’t know how to explain to the child how he came into being, so it turned into him spitting in her cup, and then Zhao Xiaole was born?

Bo Jingshen couldn’t help but chuckle, laughing lowly, "Yes, yes, yes, I’m really too inconsiderate of public morals."

"It’s okay, as long as you don’t randomly spit in other people’s cups from now on," Zhao Xiaole said solemnly.

And he didn’t even try to hide it from Bo Jingshen, earnestly adding, "Ah Shen, take care of your injury, okay? I’ll go to Three Gardens first to scout it out, make a note of all the fun places, and then next time we go together, I’ll take you!"

Zhao Xiaole was especially excited.

Bo Jingshen actually thought that if he really advised this child not to go to Three Gardens with someone else, but to go with him instead, the child would probably agree.

However, it would probably be difficult, because Bo Jingshen could see that the child was quite attached to him, but also indeed had a good opinion of Qiao Li.

Bo Jingshen thought about how he had once been angry at this child for almost losing Su Lu, the child was so young and fragile. When he most needed someone to take care of him, Bo Jingshen ignored him, while it was Qiao Li who took good care of him.

Bo Jingshen felt he couldn’t make the child so troubled.

So he didn’t say anything else, only replying, "Okay, I’ll just wait for you to finish scouting and bring me along."

Mainly because his leg wasn’t going to be moving freely within a week.

When Zhao Xiaole came to the studio, Su Lu’s painting was nearly finished, and turning around, she saw her son covering his small mouth and giggling.

"What’s little piggy laughing about?"

"I just told Ah Shen that you painted him."

"..." Su Lu paused in silence for a few seconds, what else could she say? Her son was too clever, simply voicing out her own thoughts.

Su Lu couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at her lips, "Oh? And what did he say?"

"He was pretty happy, and he even told me to enjoy myself with Uncle Qiao when we go to Three Gardens."

Children aren’t that roundabout with their words; they just say it.

Su Lu understood Bo Jingshen probably wouldn’t be creating any obstacles in front of Qiao Li anymore.

Sure enough, the next morning, Su Lu received a message from Qiao Li saying that the matters were almost taken care of, and he was rushing back.

Qiao Li arrived in Feng City that afternoon.

Worn from travel, he didn’t even go home to drop off his luggage but came straight to Su Lu’s place.

Su Lu was surprised to see him standing at the door, travel-weary, "Brother Qiao, you..."

Before she could finish, Qiao Li enveloped her in a hug.

He sighed softly, a sense of relief flooding him.

Su Lu stiffened in his embrace; after all, Qiao Li had always been reserved and proper with her, making her rather unaccustomed to physical touch.

"Lulu..." Qiao Li’s voice was slightly hoarse, one could detect a touch of fatigue, but more than that, there was a sense of relaxation.

Su Lu gently patted his back, "Brother Qiao, you’ve worked hard. My brother is not decent, dumping all the work on you."

Qiao Li chuckled softly, "If I could earn you, I wouldn’t mind selling myself to Su Zhe for a lifetime."

Su Lu didn’t respond to that, instead she said, "Let me pour you some fruit tea. Zhao Xiaole was clamoring for fruit tea, so I made some for him. But when he complained it didn’t taste as good as the store-bought ones, he wouldn’t drink it. I ended up making a whole box, so come and help me finish it."

"Uncle Qiao..." In the living room, Zhao Xiaole stood there, looking at them by the entrance.

He still held his pink Naughty Leopard toy, looking a bit puzzled and blinking his big eyes at Qiao Li.

Specifically, he was looking at Qiao Li hugging Su Lu.

The little guy seemed a bit confused.

Qiao Li knew that it might take some time for the little guy to accept some things, so he released Su Lu and opened his arms to Zhao Xiaole, "Xiaole, did you miss Uncle Qiao? Come over for a hug."

Zhao Xiaole paused for a few seconds as if he just realized something, and then his brows and eyes suddenly relaxed.

The little boy’s logic was simple: Uncle Qiao was hugging Su Xiaolu and me because he hasn’t seen us for a long time.

Just like how grandma would hug a baby when she hasn’t seen them for a long time.

So, he was no longer so confused and ran up with his arms outstretched.

Qiao Li gave him a big hug, and he started to smile happily, "Then, did you bring me a gift, Uncle Qiao?"

"Of course, you can check it out in the box later," replied Qiao Li with a smile.

Su Lu sounded a bit helpless, "You bought him toys again? He’s almost spoiled by you all."

With a smile, Qiao Li said, "It’s not like I have a lot of them, he’s my only little treasure. Oh, and you have a gift too."

Su Lu smiled faintly.

Zhao Xiaole couldn’t help but say, "Uncle Qiao, you smell bad."

Qiao Li had rushed back; he didn’t necessarily smell bad, but he certainly wouldn’t smell great either.

Helplessly, Qiao Li said, "I hurried back." He looked at Su Lu, "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure. I’ll find a disposable towel for you."

Su Lu nodded.

Qiao Li walked a few steps further and then saw the large figure, chuckling, "And you say I spoil Xiaole, but take a look at yourself, aren’t you more extravagant?"

With a laugh, Qiao Li pointed at the Ultraman figure almost as tall as her.

Su Lu said offhandedly, "That wasn’t bought by me."

"Oh?" Qiao Li looked at Zhao Xiaole, "Who bought it then?"

Zhao Xiaole replied mysteriously, "Hehehe, I won’t tell you just yet."

Qiao Li laughed, "Alright, I’m going to take a shower first."

He wasn’t particularly curious; the toys Zhao Xiaole had were generally gifts from him, Su Zhe, Shen Xun, Zhao Tong, or a few others. They were the usual suspects.

So Qiao Li didn’t press further. Instead, he took the disposable towel Su Lu handed him, picked out clean clothes from his luggage, and went into the bathroom to shower.

Su Lu’s bathroom was designed with a dry-wet separation, and outside was Su Lu’s closet as well as her washstand and makeup table combined.

At the moment, Qiao Li saw on her makeup table, among the various bottles and jars, a spectacular bunch of red roses, so large and dazzling under the soft lights of the makeup mirror.

Definitely not the kind of bouquet she would buy for herself.