Some words still need to be said in the front, and Bo Zhifu also knew this truth and said, "Thank you."

"No need for that." Shengxia spoke lightly.

Then Shengxia hung up the phone. Bo Zhixun looked at the hanging-up phone and walked quietly towards the master bedroom. Xu Qingcheng had already returned to the master bedroom.

When Bo Zhixiao stood in front of the master bedroom, he successfully discovered that the door of the master bedroom was locked and he couldn't get in at all. Thinking of this, Bo Zhixiao had a headache. He knocked on the door gently, but the people inside did not respond.

This clearly shows that I don’t want to pay attention to Bo Zhifu, and Bo Zhifu also knows that if he doesn’t compromise, Xu Qingcheng can keep talking to him like this.

In the end, Bo Zhifu just sent a message to Xu Qingcheng on WeChat, asking her to call herself at any time if she had something to do, but she did not continue to stand at the door. Soon, Bo Zhifu returned to the room.

Xu Qingcheng ignored it and didn't even look at her phone. She sat quietly on the chaise longue, looking at the view outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and her slender hands were placed on her lower abdomen. Her lower abdomen was still flat, but a life was born here.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly laughed out loud, as if every child of her came under special circumstances, from Bo Yanyan to Shen Yancheng.

When she was pregnant with Shen Yancheng, Xu Qingcheng was only fucked by a girl from Gong. She wanted to resist but had no way to resist. But Bo Zhifu pinched herself, making it impossible for her to induce labor. Yan Yan was even more a coincidence. At that time, Xu Qingcheng could not move the child at all, so she could only leave the will of fate. Yan Yan was born prematurely.

Until now, the child in her belly is indeed obtained by accident, and she herself knows her situation very well.

God is like playing a big joke for himself, and he always puts such passive and difficult multiple-choice questions in front of him.

Xu Qingcheng sighed silently, quiet and quiet.

The moonlight outside the window was as normal. It was not until Xu Qingcheng was exhausted that she took a shower, changed her clothes and returned to the bed.

At night, Xu Qingcheng felt a familiar and gentle embrace and hugged it in his arms. However, throughout the whole process, Xu Qingcheng didn't say anything, and didn't even open his eyes, as if none of this had happened.

When it was dawn outside, Xu Qingcheng opened his eyes and the master bedroom was quiet again.

......

Two days later—

Xu Qingcheng and Bo Zhifu had a cold war for two days, and they didn't even eat together. Xu Qingcheng didn't leave the master bedroom, and Bo Zhifu could not come in. Xu Qingcheng's three meals a day were delivered by the housekeeper.

When Xu Qingcheng saw the dishes, he knew that these were made of Bo Zhifu. Because of the Cold War, Bo Zhifu did not return to the company and just stayed with him in the apartment.

But even so, Xu Qingcheng had no intention of communicating with Bo Zhifu.

"Madam." The housekeeper knocked on the door, "Mr. Xu and Mrs. Xu are here, and Miss Sheng are here too."
Chapter completed!