Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 368

Chapter 368: Chapter 368

Su Lu, of course, didn’t know any of this. She just brought the child home as usual, gave him a thorough bath, rubbed him with fragrant lotion, and then cuddled up with her son in bed to tell him a story.

To her surprise, Zhao Xiaole didn’t want to hear a bedtime story.

He clutched his "Dou Dou" blanket, gazing at Su Lu with sparkling, eager eyes.

Seeing the intense look in her child’s eyes, Su Lu’s heart skipped a beat and she suddenly had an ominous feeling.

"What’s wrong? Don’t want to hear me read a story? Could it be you want to hear me tell a story?" Su Lu anxiously asked.

Zhao Xiaole had once asked her to tell a story, not to read from a book, but to make one up on the spot.

Su Lu considered herself a straightforward person with a clumsy tongue; she could read from the book, but coming up with something on the fly would pose quite a challenge.

Last time, she had struggled a lot and managed to concoct a story that lacked logic, but somehow she had managed to lull the child to sleep.

So now, the thought of making up a story on the spot made her quite nervous.

Indeed, Zhao Xiaole didn’t want to hear a story; he wanted her to tell one, but not to make it up.

Holding his blanket, he looked up at his mother with those shiny eyes and said, "Mommy, can you tell me the love story between you and Ah Shen?"

Su Lu was silent for a while before replying, "How about I tell you a fairy tale instead? How does that sound?"

"No, no! I want to hear the love story between you and Ah Shen. Zhou Xiaolong..." Zhao Xiaole said.

Su Lu could no longer bear it, "Zhou Xiaolong! Zhou Xiaolong! It’s always Zhou Xiaolong! When we get back to Beijing, I’ll have grandma kick Zhou Xiaolong out of your kindergarten!"

Zhao Xiaole glanced askance at Su Lu, "Mommy, you can’t be so domineering. Grandma won’t agree!"

Su Lu took a deep breath, "This Zhou Xiaolong, always telling you all sorts of nonsense... Why is he such a chatterbox at such a young age."

Zhao Xiaole pondered for a moment, "Zhou Xiaolong said his parents have a love story too, his dad wrote lots of letters to his mom! Love letters! Did Ah Shen write you letters?"

Su Lu sighed lightly, feeling quite helpless, "Let’s not talk about that, okay? Baby, hmm?"

"No," Zhao Xiaole retorted, "Is it because you don’t want me to know?"

Su Lu said helplessly, "I don’t remember, it’s been too long, I’ve forgotten."

"I don’t believe you," Zhao Xiaole replied, "Then I’ll ask Ah Shen about it."

With that, he took Su Lu’s phone and quickly dialed Bo Jingshen.

Su Lu didn’t stop him; if it meant temporarily shifting this burden off herself, she felt there was no need to intervene.

The call connected quickly.

But Su Lu glanced at the phone screen only to realize the child had made a video call!

She hurriedly adjusted her unruly sleeping posture.

On the screen, the man’s face was clean-cut and handsome, showing no sign of his age past his thirties.

There were still some droplets of water on his chin, as he smiled brightly and warmly at the camera.

Su Lu was taken aback, "Just finished taking a shower?"

"Just finished exercising," Bo Jingshen said, shaking his head to dislodge the beads of sweat from his hair and face.

Su Lu frowned and said, "Seems like you’re not keen on keeping your legs."

"I was working on my abs, didn’t use my legs much, don’t worry," Bo Jingshen replied, as the camera panned down, and Su Lu saw that he was just wearing a black tank top that he had lifted up due to the heat, revealing his beautifully sculpted muscles.

"Cough!" Su Lu averted her gaze.

Bo Jingshen chuckled softly, "Not asleep yet? Are you hungry? Want me to send over some late-night snacks?"

"We don’t eat late-night snacks," Su Lu said.

"How did that happen?" Bo Jingshen put a towel over his head and twisted open a bottle of mineral water, tilting back his head to start drinking.

Su Lu took a deep breath, sounding a bit resigned, "He suddenly wanted to hear our love story, and I’m bad with words, can’t explain it well, so you tell it."

"Pfft—! Cough cough cough cough!" Bo Jingshen spit his water out, unable to swallow, coughing uncontrollably.

He stared at the screen, dumbfounded, "Why on earth does he want to hear that now?"

Su Lu curled her lips, "Zhou Xiaolong..."

"It’s Zhou Xiaolong again!" Bo Jingshen was speechless, "If it weren’t for the fact that I’m not that radical, I would really like to see Zhou Xiaolong’s home... What’s that saying again? There’s a famous phrase online."

Su Lu thought for a moment, considering that this man might have been out of touch with society in the past few years for some special reason.

So Su Lu offered a phrase for him, "Die on the spot?"

"Not that one."

"Drop dead immediately?"

"Not that one."

"Uh... The cold spell leads to ruin?"

"Yes, that’s it. It’s cold now, it’s time for the Zhou family to go bankrupt," Bo Jingshen said.

Because he choked on the water and had been coughing, his voice was a bit hoarse, and given that he naturally had a deep baritone, the added rasp made his voice sound particularly magnetic and enticing.

Su Lu couldn’t help but start to laugh.

Hearing her laugh like that, Bo Jingshen’s mood also lifted, his eyes curving into smiles, looking gently at the mother and son on the screen.

His gaze was so deep, so gentle, and so earnest that Su Lu suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and stopped laughing.

Bo Jingshen earnestly watched the mother and son on the screen, with a deep and slightly hoarse voice, he said, "I miss you guys."

Su Lu coughed softly, seemingly a bit awkwardly embarrassed.

Bo Jingshen did not withdraw, "Do you guys miss me?"

Su Lu made no sound.

Zhao Xiaole said loudly, "I miss you too!"

Bo Jingshen still smiled, "Su Xiaolu..."

Su Lu said, "Zhao Xiaole misses you. So, go ahead and tell him the story. I’m only good at reading stories; I can’t tell them well."

Bo Jingshen was surprised, "And you think I can?"

"Yeah, you were part of the debate club. Articulate and eloquent," Su Lu said confidently.

Bo Jingshen couldn’t bear to disappoint the child and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Okay, okay, Little Lebao, honey, let me think a bit, all right?"

Zhao Xiaole obediently waited, not rushing him.

Su Lu quietly watched the screen, seeing on it the handsome face of the man and those deep and beautiful eyes, his gaze seeming to drift further away, as if recalling those memories tinged with age.

Finally, Bo Jingshen began softly, "That year I was still young, the brightest guy in the whole university."

His humorous words made Zhao Xiaole giggle incessantly, singing while laughing, "I am precisely this bright and shining guy!"

Bo Jingshen chuckled, "I heard there was an exceptionally beautiful girl at the neighboring school."

Zhao Xiaole: "It’s Su Xiaolu!"

"Right." Bo Jingshen’s gaze was tender, "Ordinary girls are just pretty, but Su Xiaolu was different. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had an air of elegance that made many boys too scared even to approach her. But I was different. After all, I was the university’s brightest guy, right?"

Not just Zhao Xiaole but even Su Lu herself was amused, "Can you be more serious?"