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

Chapter 540: Chapter 540 The big market on Hushan Road in Beijing is one of the larger markets in the city, with a complete variety of goods and excellent quality, including many imported items not easily found elsewhere.

The only downside is probably the price.

But sometimes it's just like that, the only downside of expensive things is their expensiveness. Yet many cheap things have nothing but their cheapness going for them, with the rest being drawbacks.

Jing Qiao used to chere frequently, not because she couldn't accept cheap items, but because Young Master Song was really picky.

Even as a child not favored by his father, growing up in a complex family like the Song Family, he was raised in luxury and was very delicate and precious.

Otherwise, he wouldn't feel out of place anywhere outside of Beijing.

So Jing Qiao often patronized this place, and even after so much thad passed, she still knew it well. She pushed her cart and made her way inside.

Then a slender hand reached out from beside her and took the cart from her grip.

Jing Qiao was startled and looked at Song Boyuan.

"I'll push, just pick out what you need," Song Boyuan said.

Jing Qiao gently acknowledged and led the way, selecting items and placing them in the cart.

Song Boyuan seemed to have no objections to anything she bought, giving the impression that even if Jing Qiao added a nuclear warhead to the cart, Song Boyuan would continue pushing without changing his expression.

At first, Jing Qiao shopped by herself, but since they ctogether, it wasn't the sas shopping alone; gradually, she began to ask for Song Boyuan's opinion.

"How about this?" Jing Qiao held up a particularly beautiful purple cabbage, "Looks nutritious." Song Boyuan glanced at it and murmured, "The color looks poisonous..." Jing Qiao silently put down the purple cabbage and picked up regular cabbage instead.

"What about this one?" Jing Qiao picked up a box of kiwifruit.

Song Boyuan: "Sour." Jing Qiao: "These kiwifruit seem pretty sweet, though." After sthought, Song Boyuan said, "Sfruits, no matter how sweet, are fundamentally sour and sweet. Even when they're sweet, there's always a bit of sourness. Like kiwifruit, bayberries, plums..." Jing Qiao put down the box of kiwifruit, finally couldn't help but mutter quietly, “You're really hard to please. If I knew, I would've chere by myself." The more she thought about it, the more it seemed right to her, "The food I made for you before, you weren't this picky." Song Boyuan's typically expressionless, indifferent handsface seemed to soften a bit, with soft, gently curved lines at the corners of his eyes.

"So don't ask for my opinion anymore, just buy what you want to buy," Song Boyuan stretched out his long arm and retrieved the seemingly poisonous purple cabbage and the kiwifruit, which were still somewhat sour no matter how sweet, back into the cart.

"Anyway, I like whatever you make," Song Boyuan stated.

As he said this, two young girls passed by, seemingly college students, who were there to catch a glimpse of a handsguy up close.

After all, with Boyuan's height standing out, his straight and firm body, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and extraordinarily long legs, plus his stylish dress and good temperament, even just his silhouette was enough to be lethal.

Such a silhouette ahead could provoke a very strong impulse in people to go up and see the face.

It must be said that sometimes people just owe it to themselves.

Even though they know that seeing the face might break the illusion, they still can't help but want to look. And so, two female college students walked up arm in arm.

Seeing him, they were not disillusioned - in fact, far from it, his face was even more lethal than his silhouette. Moreover, that kind of aloof and abstinent aura was simply amazing, perfectly complementing his pale complexion, indifferent and stern expressions, and a cool, detached demeanor.

He felt like one of those high-fashion models from a fashion magazine, exuding an air of being above the fray.

But all this aura of distance, this cool detachment, it all stopped when he said, “After all, whatever you make, I like to eat." Instantly, it brought people down from their lofty heights.

It made one think, "Oh, he's human after all." And also so...

The two female college students couldn't help covering their chests, feeling like they had been struck right in the heart by his beauty.

Noticing the approach of others, Song Boyuan's expression turned cold, and his gaze seemed to hide a sharp edge, sweeping past the side.

With just one look, he filled the space with the imposing and condescending deterrent presence of the current head of the Song Family.

Just there to see a handsguy, the two female students felt a little scared when met with that look and shrank back.

Jing Qiao knew what kind of temper Song Boyuan had. This man, when his temper rose, his gaze was far from gentlemanly. He wouldn't care whether you were a woman or a child, his knife-like stare would simply cut straight through.

Jing Qiao reached out and tugged at him.

"Hmm?" Song Boyuan's gaze, when it fell back on Jing Qiao, had all of its sharpness retracted, "What is it?" The two female college students took the opportunity to scuttle away.

Jing Qiao looked at Song Boyuan and said, "Don't look at others, just look at me." Song Boyuan was stunned for a moment, and then, the usually indifferent gaze softened significantly, "Okay." Just looking at her would do.

Jing Qiao picked out a lot of food items. The shopping cart in this big market was one of the larger types, so it didn't look too stuffed.

But her legs were getting a bit tired.

Jing Qiao slightly frowned and m wanted to bend down and fub her legs but didn't want to make Song Boyuan overly concerned, so she quietly endured it. Even though she didn't make any motions like rubbing her legs, Song Boyuan still noticed.

"Qiaoqiao," he called her softly.

"Hmm?" Jing Qiao turned around.

Then Song Boyuan scooped her up in one motion.

"Ah!" Jing Qiao let out a surprised gasp, blinking much faster than usual.

Of course, Song Boyuan wasn't actually planning to carry her around so tically, but simply placed her at the edge of the cart to let her sit down, "Sit here, I'll push you. You can't walk anymore, your legs won't take it." Jing Qiao's face turned a bit red, "But, this... isn't this inappropriate?" She wasn't worried about it being improper for Song Boyuan to push her, but rather, was it inappropriate to be sitting in this shopping cart? What if a staff member said something?

However, Song Boyuan didn't mind at all, saying, "I've already watched along the way here, at leasthree couples did the same, placing their partners in the cart to push along. If others can do it, I, Song Boyuan, can do it too." It didn't take long for Jing Qiao to feel a lot more at ease. That was the great thing about being with Song Boyuan; she only needed to care about him, and nothing else to worry about.