Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

Chapter 506: Chapter 506 "Uh..." Bo Jingshen said dryly, "You heard that, huh?" "I'm not deaf." Jing Su sat behind his office desk, twirling a pen between his fingers, seemingly indifferent.

But to those who knew him, it was clear that this was just a facade to mask his inner turmoil.

Bo Jingshen watched his feigned nonchalance and sighed softly, "If you weren't deaf, you should have heard what she said about going to Song Jining's hospital." Earlier on the phone, Su Lu had made the situation very clear, because Song Boyuan was injured and Jing Qiao was at the hospital, and out of fear, Su Lu went to keep her company.

Most of the content of Su Lu's call had been about this matter.

Anyone who had listened even a little would not ask such a question.

But he did.

It showed that during the entire phone call, he had been 'deaf,' perhaps completely absorbed in his own thoughts or simply distracted.

Until the nSong Jining cup.

It seemed that was the only thing he had heard, which immediately snapped him to attention.

Jing Su, hearing what Bo Jingshen said, "..." He fell silent, his head bowed as he continued to grapple with the documents in front of him, the project materials that Bo Jingshen had gotten from Song Boyuan, almost a giveaway.

Instead of analyzing it with the team from Boss in Feng City, it made more sense to discuss it up close with Jing Su. They could share insights, especially since the project was closer to Beijing.

Seeing Jing Su still engrossed in the documents, Bo Jingshen sighed again and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?" "I'm not hungry, you go ahead." "I think you're nearly turning into a saint. Have you eaten anything today?" He hadn't.

After Bo Jingshen said that, Jing Su began to ponder. Not only had he not eaten today, but he also seemed to have barely eaten anything yesterday.

Seeing him suddenly silent, Bo Jingshen picked up a meal box and stood up, walking to Jing Su's desk.

Thump.

The meal box was placed in front of Jing Su, who lifted his eyes, which resembled Bo Jingshen's by sixty percent, "I'm really not hungry." "Hungry or not, you need to eat," Bo Jingshen said with a frown. "You know that people don't eat just because they're hungry, right?" Bo Jingshen opened a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Jing Su, "It's to stay alive that we eat." Jing Su took the chopsticks, motionless for a moment.

"Eat," Bo Jingshen said.

Finally, Jing Su slowly picked up svegetables with his chopsticks and put them in his mouth.

Watching him, Bo Jingshen couldn't help but say, "With you like this, maybe I should just arrange things in Feng City and stay in Beijing with you for a while." Hearing this, Jing Su smiled briefly, "Is that necessary?" Bo Jingshen raised an eyebrow noncommittally, "Look at your own state, and you still dare say it's not necessary?" Jing Su said nothing, picking up another mouthful of vegetables.

"Eat smeat," Bo Jingshen instructed.

"Oh," Jing Su responded dully and then absent-mindedly picked up smeat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Bo Jingshen dragged a chair over and sat opposite to Jing Su's desk and asked, "Where has Jing Ruo gone gallivanting to recently?" "I heard from the secretary that she seems to have joined sreality TV show," Jing Su said. "Why? Do you need her for something?" Jing Ruo now should be considered a minor artist, barely scraping past the fourth or fifth tier. Her stage nis Bo Jingruo. In order for Bo Jingshen to also agree to let her take this path, her stage nwas deliberately chosen to include the surnBo.

Jing Ruo was lucky; as she grew up, both her older brothers had already spread their wings.

Thus, she was treated with much indulgence and protection, letting her avoid going through the unwilling experiences that Jing Qiao had to endure.

Jing Ruo could do what she liked as she pleased.

She coaxed her way into getting nods from both Bo Jingshen and Jing Su, after which Bo Jingshen gave her a global endorsement deal for an electronic product from Boss's line-up.

And then, together with Jing Su, they invested in a TV for her.

That was her official debut. Although others didn't know, after all, she had two powerful brothers shielding her from the background, she had a lukewarm development and had at least mixed in enough to be considered almost a fourth or fifth-tier artist.

Bo Jingshen lifted his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, a look of a headache on his face, "I said we shouldn't have let her get into this business, but you just had to indulge her back then." Jing Su took a sip of soup, "Blamingnow? It was clearly you who first gave her the global endorsement for that GPS system advertising campaign, which paved the way for her debut, wasn't it?" Bo Jingshen had nothing to say in response.

"Alright, what are you going to do about her?" Jing Su looked at Bo Jingshen. "You're not thinking of calling her back to keep an eye on me, are you? What is this, a roundabout rescue?" Bo Jingshen looked at him with annoyance, "I should just let you die."

Jing Su shrugged his shoulders and remained silent. He ate a few bites of a food and a few bites of vegetables – maybe it was because the food had gotten cold, but he'd already lost his appetite. Jing Su put down his chopsticks.

Bo Jingshen said, "That little girl, just to chase after stars, ran off to mingle in the entertainment industry, not even caring about her own brother." Indeed, Jing Ruo had coaxed her brothers into letting her take this path initially just to chase stars.

Jing Su was pretty calm about it, "How can you stop a little girl from growing up and flying on her own? Isn't it good that she has her own things to do?" Bo Jingshen looked at his already put-down chopsticks and said, "Yeah, let's not talk about Jing Ruo. I think Jing Qiao would be more suited to look after you."

Jing Ruo had never dirtied her hands, although previously she was forced by Jing Ce to Ce to learn this and that, to NO study all the skills necessary for a virtuous wife and mother, the sas Jing Qiao had in the past. But because she later had two brothers protecting her, and even Jing Qiao spoiled her, she was allowed to do what she wanted, not needing to follow the old path that Jing Qiao had trodden.

So she carelessly forgot many of the skills that Jing Ce had forcefully taught her.

Not to mention anything else, her cooking skills had at least halved, nowhere near comparable to Jing Qiao.

Given Jing Su's current hermit-like lifestyle, it was indeed Jing Qiao who had full life-skills proficiency that would be more suited to look after him.

"She already has enough on her plate, don't make trouble," Jing Su tapped lightly on the documents on the table, "live just about finished looking through the materials you brought. This project is really not bad, Song Boyuan is truly generous." Jing Su looked up pensively at Bo Jingshen, "You didn't sell your sister for it, did you?" "Not... I guess not?" Bo Jingshen felt slightly guilty, then shook his head seriously, "It shouldn't count." Seeing that Jing Su had barely touched his food, Bo Jingshen still felt uneasy and decided that they should go out for dinner together in the evening.

So he sat down with Jing Su to discuss the project that Song Boyuan had handed over practically as a gift. After rounding off their discussion, Bo Jingshen called Su Lu.

"I've finished up here; are you still at the hospital? Do you wantto cpick you up?" Bo Jingshen said to Su Lu.

Jing Su, listening to this conversation on the side, had a slight flicker in his gaze.

(I've decided not to degenerate any longer and to update on tevery day, tentatively updating two Chapters at 8 pm each evening. Please, my babies, supervise me.)