Transmigrated into the arms of the paranoid boss [Quick Transmigration]

Bo Liang was sitting on the single sofa, with his hands resting on the armrests of the sofa, high above him, like a god looking down on all living beings.

He curled the corners of his lips, as if the cold spring wind was blowing in front of him: "Do I have any other choices?"

Xia Qinghe became more and more cramped. He sat there with his shoulders shrunk slightly, as if he wanted to shrink himself into a ball.

His heart hurts: "Bo Liang, I like you very much. I just came here to look for you because I like you and because I want to spend my whole life with you."

"You may not care...don't care what kind of feelings I have for you and want to be with you, but I think it is necessary for me to tell you."

Bo Liang straightened his lips slightly, and said in silence for a moment: "I care about your feelings for me. If I don't care, we should be flirting at your house now, instead of confronting each other like this."

Xia Qinghe was slightly startled, Bo Liang was right, if Bo Liang just wanted to go back to Xia's house, there was no need to wait for him to pick him up.

If it was Bo Liang's request, he would not refuse.But this time Bo Liang was no longer as easy to satisfy as before, what he wanted was Xia Qinghe's initiative to ask for it.

Xia Qinghe was a little helpless, but it was true that Bo Liang was like this.Then he needs to show his sincerity.

"Perhaps in my subconscious mind, I have long believed that you have developed human feelings."

"But I competed with myself, awkward and not confident."

"You, together with the feelings you gave me, are too in line with my psychological expectations, too perfect. That kind of perfection doesn't mean how much you meet the perfect partner in the public standard, and it doesn't even fully meet some of the assumptions I have made about a partner. .”

"It's..." Xia Qinghe's mouth was a little dry, he licked his lips, "It's that you perfectly satisfy my liking including those imperfections."

"When people usually make assumptions about the other half, they don't assume that he has any shortcomings, do they? I am no exception."

"It was only when I met you that I gradually understood what kind of person I like, or a certain person, and to be sure, the person I like is you."

"So what I mean is...you are the source of my love, not the other way around."

"I thought I was born with the ability to love others, but it's not true, Bo Liang, it was you who taught me this ability."

Xia Qinghe seldom said so many words at one time, and it was similar to confession mixed with confession.Although he knew that Bo Liang would not criticize him, his heart was still pounding, the blood in his body was boiling and rushing, and his whole body was hot and hot, as if he was experiencing a high fever.say something romantic or

It may be called a high fever of love.

Bo Liang was still sitting on the sofa without moving a muscle. In fact, from the moment Xia Qinghe began to express his heart, he had turned into a statue, even breathing very weakly.

Xia Qinghe was waiting for Bo Liang's trial, but after a while, Bo Liang didn't move or say a word.

He looked suspiciously, what else could he do?

After thinking about it, Xia Qinghe slid his wheelchair and approached Bo Liang tentatively.

Bo Liang's gaze met him and gave him encouragement.

The distance between the two gradually shortened until both of them could clearly see each other through the eyes of the other.

Xia Qinghe cringed a little when he saw the blushing face, but boldly approached Bo Liang himself.

The distance between the two is getting closer, lips and teeth touch.

Xia Qinghe didn't dare to kiss too hard, for fear of exposing his clumsy and inadequacy in kissing skills.

He kissed Bo Liang lightly, until Bo Liang turned on him and deepened the kiss.His brain was blank for a while, and when he realized it, he had already been picked up by Bo Liang and sat on his lap.

Xia Qinghe woke up for a moment before being overwhelmed: "Bo, Bo Liang!"

"Not here." He pushed the person in front of him.

"Qinghe, this is your initiative to seduce me, you can't say no."

Bo Liang picked him up, and the next second, Xia Qing was on the bed with his back.

Xia Qinghe's lips were slightly swollen, his eyes were wet, and he protested with the remaining rationality: "I didn't seduce you..."

Bo Liang squeezed Xia Qinghe's chin, and leaned closer: "You finished talking, don't you want me to prove that I love you with actions?"

I don't know whether Bo Liang's action of pulling his clothes off is more exciting, or the straightforward words are more exciting, a firework exploded in Xia Qinghe's head, and his poor sense was crumbling.

He thought hard: "Can't wait until we go home..." Following Bo Liang's movements, his eyelashes trembled violently.

"Neither love nor sneezing can wait."

"I want Qinghe to know immediately that I have the same fervent love for Qinghe."

"even more."

"Must let you know."

"Qinghe proved it with words. In order to show sincerity, I need more evidence than Qinghe's evidence. Actions and words are satisfied at the same time."

Xia Qinghe thinks it's so nice to whitewash the beastly sex.

Sanity fell.

Xia's mother chatted with the technician in the reception room, and the conversation went on round after round. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, there was still no sign of Bo Liang's room being opened.

They are all adults, and it is a tacit courtesy not to disturb each other.

But, isn't that a little too much?

Although Bo Liang may be unreliable in this kind of thing, and he is not so picky about the time and place of driving, but what Mother Xia didn't expect was that Xia Qinghe would do it?

It seems that she usually underestimated her son, her son is the thief who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, playing hard to catch.

Mother Xia analyzed Xia Qinghe's tactics in all aspects, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case.

Xia's mother didn't know, she was quite emotional about how Cheng Fu's son was being coaxed on the bed.

in the room.

"Go back first, can you go home?"

"We're back, Qinghe forgot?"

"Yes, is it, it's not like..."

"Yes, dear, baby raise your hand."

"My hands are exhausted..."

"Qinghe said the same thing an hour ago."

"This time it's really gone..."

"Well, that's what you said an hour ago." "Qinghe, don't lie to me, my model analyzes that you can support at least two more rounds."

"No, it's impossible!" Xia Qinghe's voice was a little frightened, and his teary eyes complained, "This data is not accurate."

"Well, let's calculate the data ourselves."

Xia Qinghe: Let the data prevail.

Xia Qinghe was carried back to Xia Zhai by Bo Liang, and he didn't even have the strength to sit back.

When he said he was going to pick up someone, Xia Qinghe felt that he was the one who was picked up.

He was surrounded by a thin blanket, his crimson face was hidden in the blanket, only a pair of misty eyes were exposed.

The eyes are slightly red and swollen, the same as when I went out in the morning.Even worse than the morning, at least he can sit when he goes out.

Xia Jiyue opened her mouth wide, and plucked the blanket on Xia Qinghe's face: "Qinghe, it's not like that, you bring such a dog abuser?"

"It's great to have a husband. This will save you even a wheelchair?"

Xia Qinghe glared at her, Xia Jiyue pinched his face and made an inch of it: "That's right, we Qinghe have worked so hard, of course the treatment is better."

Seeing Xia Qinghe's face turn red again, Xia Jiyue finally mercifully let him go.

Bo Liang chuckled and carried him back to the room.

"Are you hungry, I'll get you something to eat." Bo Liang covered him with a quilt, hesitated, "Do you want milk?"

Xia Qinghe was stepped on the tail, and stared at him bitterly: "I don't want it, I don't drink anything."

Damn it, Bo Liang pointed out that he obviously didn't want him to drink milk.

Anyway, he can't drink anything now.

"Okay." Bo Liang chuckled, and dropped a bomb before leaving, "Because you're full?"

The pillow that Xia Qinghe threw out didn't even touch Bo Liang's clothes.

It's too bad, he wants to bring Bo Liang back only when he's out of his mind.Regret, ask is regret!

Extra

Assuming that if Mr. Xia Qinghe did not pick up Lao Gong in time

Xia Qinghe's character is a bit twisted, if no one pushes him, he might be able to pretend to be an ostrich forever and not face reality.

If Bo Liang didn't say goodbye to Xia Qinghe in a "threatening" way, Xia Qinghe might still be able to leave Bo Liang alone for a while.

Confused and entangled, Bo Liang was prostituted, until the approval of the self-destruction of the program was approved, there was no title. (No, cross this out).

Although Bo Liang had confidence in his position in Xia Qinghe's heart, he was also prepared for the college entrance examination and the guarantee.

If Xia Qinghe didn't go to the factory to find him within a week, and his application for program self-destruction came down again, the situation might develop like this.

Bo Liang tore off the application form with one hand, and walked away under the surprised gaze of the technician, leaving a handsome back for the technician.

After leaving the factory, he went straight to Xia Zhai.

During the day, Mother Xia and Xia Jiyue were not at home, so the housekeeper must be the one who opened the door.

Under the equally astonished gaze of the housekeeper, he said calmly, "I'm back, and I'm here to find Xia Qinghe."

Because of his departure, Xia Qinghe was still in a daze at home, ignoring tea and food every day, and those who didn't know thought he was thinking about some philosophical proposition.

When he appeared in front of Xia Qinghe, Xia Qinghe must have looked at him with three points of surprise, two points of secret joy, and five points of bewilderment.

Such an expression can always immediately arouse Bo Liang's desire to destroy.

Scramble and rewrite.

Until he saw the uncontrollable nostalgia and longing on that forbearing and restrained face.He asked Xia Qinghe to take the initiative to show him the inscription that they had to engrave in the depths of their souls.

At the same time, he also wanted Xia Qinghe to understand that Xia Qinghe, you like me far more than you know.Even more inseparable from me.me either.

Xia Qinghe would be awkward a few times, obviously also looking forward to seeing him, but he would always say something like "Why are you here", "I can't expect anything", "The housekeeper took good care of me even if you weren't here", etc. Duplicity.

Xia Qinghe didn't know that his eyes couldn't hide his thoughts.Of course, it may also be that Bo Liang has the ability to see through Xia Qinghe unknowingly.

He always likes to kiss Xia Qinghe's eyes, the soft thoughts and the undercurrent of love in Xia Qinghe's eyes.

He'll lean over like he's done a thousand times before

Like this, he kissed Xia Qinghe's eyes tenderly and preciously, taking away the moisture at the end of Xia Qinghe's eyes, and exchanged a wet and lingering kiss with Xia Qinghe.

Occasionally there would be refusal and whimpering, but as long as he held Xia Qinghe's hand, the movement of refusal would turn into interlocking his fingers.As for sobbing, he actually wanted to kindly advise Xia Qinghe that tears on the bed were not for begging for mercy.But I still hope Xia Qinghe doesn't understand.

It's a bad idea to stay by Xia Qinghe's side by such a despicable method as going to bed, but in Bo Liang's view, there is always one that needs to be figured out first, the body or the brain.

Death is not terrible, but it is not what he wants to let Xia Qinghe live in the pain of losing his love all his life by hurting the enemy one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred.

Although Xia Qinghe was a bit awkward sometimes, they were lovers, not enemies.

The author has something to say: I will start writing about the real world tomorrow, and I won’t be writing for long. I’m still chasing the serialized little angels. Otherwise, I’ll come and see QAQ at the end of the month. It’s almost over.