Chapter 371: 370: Take Responsibility for Me (6)

“Get lost.” In the end, he was still an elder and couldn’t bring himself to say anything soft, so he could only tell him to leave.

Bo Yan rolled out swiftly, and before rolling out, he considerately said, “Then I’m leaving,” and then he closed the door behind him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After Bo Yan left, still holding a pillow in his arms, one of the servants stepped forward: “Young Master Yan.” He wanted to take the pillow from his hands.

Bo Yan didn’t give it to him, “No need.”

It was tossed out by Xia Siyu, and it still had her hair on it—no way he was giving it up. Besides, he was planning to use it to play the sympathy card later.

Just as the servant was about to leave, Bo Yan called him back: “Wait.”

He hesitated for a moment: “I’ll have a delivery later, under your name and phone number, could you receive it for me?”

He was a celebrity, after all. If people found out that he bought things like post-coital drugs, who knows what kind of uproar it would cause.

The servant, not understanding the situation, quickly nodded.

Bo Yan, holding the pillow, went to the bathroom. There was one in every bedroom, but there was also one outside. He had just been intimate with Xia Siyu that morning and hadn’t had a shower yet. There was also a walk-in closet next to the bathroom, and although most of his clothes were in the bedroom, some were kept in the walk-in closet outside.

Before showering, he placed an order on his phone for delivery, obviously for adult products. They really weren’t suitable to have children just yet, so of course, precautions were necessary.

However, as he was shopping, his eyes were unconsciously drawn to the various little umbrellas. Never having used them before and quite curious, he browsed through the selection and unwittingly tossed seven or eight boxes into his cart, then paid for them all.

Since he would need them in the future, why not buy a bunch at once.

After making the payment, he went into the bathroom, quickly took a shower, and then changed into fresh clothes in the walk-in closet.

With everything settled, the delivery was almost there. The servant took the call and, passing through the living room, Bo Yi happened to come by, teasing with a smile, “What kind of delivery? Isn’t the food at home tasty enough?”

The servant answered honestly: “Ordered by Young Master Yan.”

Ordered by Bo Yan? After a moment of surprise, Bo Yi’s curiosity was piqued even more. He peered in and saw the box glinting with three characters “Durex.”

Before Bo Yi could react, the delivery bag was snatched away by Bo Yan: “If Big Brother wants some, you can buy them yourself.”

Then, with the bag in hand, he turned and headed upstairs.

Left behind, Bo Yi scowled, “What’s with the attitude?” He returned to his bedroom and shared the story with Xia Sicai as if it were a joke, adding, “Can you believe it? As if I would snatch his stuff.”

Xia Sicai was slightly taken aback, “He bought a whole bag of little umbrellas, huh.”

Hard to tell, but the relationship between Xia Siyu and Bo Yan seemed… rather good.

“Right, and we don’t need those.” Bo Yi scoffed, and then he cozied up with a mischievous grin, “Wife, when shall we have a child?”

They hadn’t had one before because both wanted to focus on their careers. Now that their family had won the old man’s approval and could inherit Bosch, it was time to have a little heir.

Xia Sicai smiled faintly: “You’re still on medication. We should plan for a child properly, starting from pre-pregnancy care.”

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Meanwhile, Bo Yan, one hand holding a big bag of little umbrellas and the other clutching the pillow, went to knock on the door: “Siyu, open up.”

No response from inside.

Bo Yan was very calm: “If you want to have a baby for me, I don’t mind waiting a little longer.”