Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

20: Chapter 20: You provoked me first!

20: Chapter 20: You provoked me first!

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Cheng Dongyu had never seen anyone slap their own face like this before, let alone someone as illustrious as the BOSS.

Clearly, just a second ago he was still stubbornly saying, “Can’t walk, do you expect me to carry you?!”

The next second, he turned his back and squatted down in front of her, impatiently saying, “Aren’t you getting on?!”

Was the loud slapping sound in the air just a hallucination or did it really exist?

Su Lu hugged his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, looking at him with drunken, blurry eyes.

Bo Jingshen felt uneasy under her gaze and frowned.

Su Lu whispered in his ear, “Why are your ears…

so red?”

As she spoke, her playful fingertips gently brushed his earlobe.

“Don’t move around,” Bo Jingshen lowered his voice, too lazy to argue with a drunk.

He also couldn’t be bothered with the looks from others in the private room.

As he passed by Liu Qiming, he didn’t even glance at him.

Liu Qiming, with red eyes, although he was hugging the trash can and vomiting like crazy, suddenly seemed to recover, mustering the last of his strength to tug at Bo Jingshen’s clothes.

In a weak voice, “Bo…

President Bo, wait.”

“Any more issues?” Bo Jingshen stopped and adjusted the woman’s legs behind him.

The smell of vomit from the trash can wafted out, making Su Lu wrinkle her nose and unconsciously nuzzle closer to Bo Jingshen’s neck, just like how people instinctively seek warmth when they’re cold.

It was too smelly around, so she wanted to be close to the scent she liked.

Su Lu liked the cold cedar scent on him.

Liu Qiming saw this scene and laughed miserably.

It wasn’t hard to see that Bo Jingshen was very tolerant of her, regardless of what he saw in this “tramp.”

Had he been played like a clown all this time?

Liu Qiming laughed bitterly, “President Bo, I know you might not…

not believe this, but if your female assistant hadn’t told me it was your idea, I wouldn’t have brought Xiaolu to this dinner, at least not to the point of getting her this drunk.”

Bo Jingshen furrowed his brow, “What do you mean?”

Liu Qiming wiped his face, “Your female assistant told me you came to Hai City this time for this project.

If I could talk about it with Xiaolu, Xiaolu would benefit, and I could get a favor.

Then, in the Feng City district, I’d want the collaboration to be easier.

She even suggested I come to this dinner.”

Liu Qiming now realized he had been played by Zhuang Cai Nan, naturally feeling angry.

Just like Su Lu believed his words for various reasons, carefully thinking about it would reveal numerous flaws.

But at that moment, he believed it to be true.

Bo Jingshen didn’t respond, only kept frowning as he walked away with the person on his back.

Turning to Cheng Dongyu, he instructed, “Call him an ambulance.”

“Yes, BOSS.” Cheng Dongyu’s smile faded, looking much more serious.

When they exited the restaurant, Zhuang Cai Nan hurried over.

“Jingshen…”

Because she hurried, her face was a bit pale.

Clearly, they were having dinner elsewhere earlier.

Bo Jingshen had suddenly left the table without a word, and she thought he had gone to the restroom.

But after a long time and no sign of him returning, Zhuang Cai Nan realized something was wrong.

Bo Jingshen didn’t speak, looking at her with indifferent eyes.

Zhuang Cai Nan pursed her lips, coughed lightly to calm herself, and changed her address, asking, “President Bo, is Miss Su alright?”

Bo Jingshen: “She’s fine, just drunk, thanks to you.”

Zhuang Cai Nan’s face turned pale, “President Bo, I…”

“No need to say more.” Bo Jingshen shook his head, turning his gaze to the just-arrived Cheng Dongyu, “Dongyu, take her back.

You don’t need to accompany the upcoming schedule.

Thank you.”

Zhuang Cai Nan’s lips trembled, she took a step forward, “Jingshen.”

Bo Jingshen looked at her quietly.

Zhuang Cai Nan was silent for a few seconds, then asked in a low voice, “Why?”

Bo Jingshen’s eyes narrowed slightly at the question.

In the end, he didn’t say anything, leaving with Su Lu on his back.

Yes, why?

Bo Jingshen sometimes wanted to ask these three words too.

Why?

Why could Gu Xin do it, but Bo Jingshen couldn’t?

Why did she betray him for marrying Gu Xin, even though Gu Xin betrayed her?

Why?

But the drunk woman on his back wasn’t able to answer him.

As Bo Jingshen walked, he sighed lightly.

“Do you like her?” Suddenly, the drunk woman on his back asked.

Bo Jingshen looked at her in surprise, thinking she was sober, but she clearly wasn’t.

Her face was flushed with alcohol, showing she was still very much drunk.

Too lazy to argue with a drunk, he didn’t respond.

Ordinarily cautious and self-restrained, the woman now seemed emboldened by the alcohol.

“Does she like you?” Su Lu didn’t wait for his answer, self-questioning, “Of course she likes you, many people like you.”

Bo Jingshen’s eyes darkened, “What about you?”

“I also…” The drunk woman almost blurted out, but stopped there.

Bo Jingshen didn’t hear her continue and saw Su Lu had already closed her eyes, resting on his shoulder.

The corner of Bo Jingshen’s mouth curved with a hint of helplessness.

Returning to the hotel and entering the suite, he first saw the bags he had bought her, already unpacked and displayed on the table.

The spotlights made them look as they did in the store, with a high-end texture.

Seeing his gifts not piled unopened in a corner but meticulously displayed, Bo Jingshen raised an eyebrow, feeling in a good mood.

He laid her down on the bed.

Su Lu was beautiful, with delicate features, looking very innocent.

However, paired with the tipsiness, she seemed especially alluring.

Bo Jingshen didn’t leave; he lay beside her, propped on his arm, quietly watching her.

A moment later, Su Lu slightly opened her eyes, her half-open eyes shimmering with water.

Her gaze was unfocused at first, wandering around, then settled on his face.

“Awake?” Bo Jingshen asked in a low voice.

The room was lit with only a dim bedside lamp.

The air had a faint mix of alcohol and cedar scent.

The lighting made the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

“Thirsty?”

Bo Jingshen’s voice remained low.

Su Lu just kept looking at him.

“Sleepy?

If you’re sleepy, then…” Bo Jingshen didn’t finish.

Soft arms wrapped around his neck, a warm, slender body snuggled into his embrace.

Alcohol-scented lips kissed his gently.

The intoxication was seductive, and the spring air soaked.

Bo Jingshen’s breath briefly halted, then turned heavier.

A hoarse sound squeezed from his throat.

“Su Xiaolu, you brought this on yourself.

You tempted me first.”