The CEO Wants to Play Games

“If I’m not mistaken, he should be pursuing Xinluo.” “Oh~~” he made a strange “oh” sound, and Bo Chenghai stopped talking. “What does that ‘oh’ mean?” “Nothing.” Bo Chenghai shrugged. “Bo Chenghai!” He gritted his teeth in warning, finding half-spoken words most annoying. “What I mean by this ‘oh’ is—” Bo Chenghai looked back at him, his expression serious. “You should be careful.”

“Sister! Are you okay?” Just entering the hospital room, Xinmei rushed over anxiously, “I just received a call from the hospital saying you’re hospitalized, which nearly scared me to death.”

“I’m fine…” Strictly speaking, she should say she’s fine now, but the future was another matter, “It’s just a minor cold.”

“A minor cold should have been checked by a doctor first! Look how serious it is now that you’ve been hospitalized. If Dad finds out, he’ll lecture you about not taking care of yourself.” Her sister, who was excellent in studying and work, was not so reliable when it came to emotions and daily life.

Xinmei put down her coat and immediately started peeling fruit for her to eat.

“What did the doctor say? When can you be discharged?”

“Xinmei, I want to tell you something, but you must promise not to tell Mom and Dad.” Frowning, Xinluo’s expression was serious.

“Sis, I don’t like the way you’re talking right now, don’t scare me.” Why suddenly get so serious? It made her feel uneasy, wondering if she had contracted some incurable disease. “The nurse just said… said…” The words stopped at her li

“Sis… just tell me already!” Her hesitant manner was truly maddening.

“The nurse just told me… thanks to your big mouth, I’m really pregnant,” Xinluo said calmly.

“What?” She was stunned for a full three seconds: Xinmei forced a laugh.

“Sis, stop joking, this isn’t funny at all.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Xinluo raised an eyebrow.

“No way?” She had just said it casually, it couldn’t have actually come true, right? If she had known it was this powerful, she would have said she’d become incredibly wealthy and just set up a fortune-telling stall at the temple.

“It’s true.”

“Whose child is it?” Xinmei asked without much hope, praying it wasn’t that irresponsible, wildly promiscuous big carrot.

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