Chen Zhuyun passed Bo Xiaozhuo and ran into the kitchen to bring out the prepared meals, placing them as much as possible in front of Bo Heng. She made a total of eighteen dishes, many of which were stir-fried with onions and spicy spices.
"Aheng, eat more and try the food your mother cooks." After Chen Zhuyun picked up the chopsticks, she was busy putting the food into Boheng's bowl.
"Doesn't he have hands? Can't he pick up the food himself?" Bo Xiaozhuo's face became more and more ugly. He was so angry that he didn't see Chen Zhuyun picking up the food for him.
Chen Zhuyun then remembered and awkwardly picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and gave it to Bo Xiaozhuo.
Bo Heng watched the scene expressionlessly, feeling only irony. What kind of drama was this? A loving mother and a filial son?
"Boss, try this, it's not spicy." Among the eighteen dishes, Jiang picked an egg custard, scooped it into a thin bowl, and smiled with his eyes curved.
Bo Heng lowered his eyes, saw the food on the bowl, hummed in a muffled voice, and then picked up his chopsticks to eat.
When Bo Heng was a child, neither Chen Zhuyun nor Bo Xiaozhuo paid attention to him, and the nanny at home naturally didn't care either. He often went hungry. Later, with Bo Xiaozhuo often acting crazy, Bo Heng often didn't have enough to eat.
Soon, Bo Heng, at a young age, developed stomach problems.
They can't eat spicy food, but Bo Xiaozhuo and Chen Zhuyun never noticed this.
Chen Zhuyun's face froze, and he said awkwardly, "Ah, Ah Heng, you don't like spicy food?"
Bo Heng looked at her calmly and nodded: "Yeah."
When she heard the word "hmm", Chen Zhuyun's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. She looked at Bo Heng with longing, and a look of guilt appeared on her face.
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late at night.
On the soft big bed, Bo Heng hugged Ye Jiang tightly, his head nestled in her fragrant neck, one hand on her flat belly. He hadn't fallen asleep for a long time, so he slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand to poke Ye Jiang's fair and tender face.
"Wife."
"Hmm?" Ye Jiang turned over, nestled in his arms, and yawned lazily: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
After confirming the pregnancy, I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but Jiang always felt that she could fall asleep very quickly and was very sleepy.
Bo Heng pinched Ye Jiang's face and said in a hoarse voice, "Thinking about what to name the baby?"
"The baby is still young, go to sleep quickly." Ye Jiang said vaguely, with one hand on Bo Heng's waist, and fell into a deep sleep again.
Bo Heng chuckled, closed his eyes, and hugged her tightly. For some reason, he always felt uneasy.
He tossed and turned, half asleep and half awake, dreaming that he had been locked up by Bo Xiaozhuo before, and dreaming that Chen Zhuyun pushed him away for that man...
After having several dreams in one night, Bo Heng woke up slowly.
Suddenly, heavy and hurried footsteps were heard, and the servant knocked on the door.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
"Boss Bo!"
"Mr. Bo and Mrs. Shen are dead!"
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