[Rebirth] Mr. Bo's little beauty is acting like a baby again

Qiao Mian, who was outside the screen, rubbed her eyes, took a few steps forward, and stopped again.

The voice that was not fully awake was Jiao Jiao Nuo Nuo, "Are you in a meeting? I will disturb you, so I won't go over..."

"It's okay." Bo Liming clapped his hands and waited for him with open arms, "I won't bother you."

His Mian Mian is the most clingy every time he just wakes up, like a kitten, he needs to lie in his arms and let him cuddle for a while before he can recover.

Qiao Mian hesitated for a moment, then ran over with her calves and threw herself into Bo Liming's arms.

Bo Liming supported the opponent's buttocks so that he faced him, let him sit on his lap, lay down in his arms, and gently patted the opponent's back with his big, well-articulated hands to coax him.

The other party was not allowed to show his face during the whole process, only a round head could be seen.

Looks very pampered.

A group of executives were so startled they could have walnuts in their mouths.

Noticing the curious eyes on the screen, Bo Liming frowned displeasedly, raised his hand to cover Qiao Mian's head, and stretched out his other hand to turn off his camera, "Continue talking."

From that little beauty with a soft voice, Mr. Bo's temper softened a lot.The executives had never seen Bo Liming like this before, they were both sighed and frightened, and they even pretended not to see all of this, almost breaking out of their minds.

To celebrate the completion of Qiao Mian's first movie, Zhang Ma ordered the kitchen to cook a table of Qiao Mian's favorite dishes.

But even so, Qiao Mian didn't eat much.

It was Bo Liming who held him in his arms and coaxed him, so he ate a few more mouthfuls of food.

Mama Zhang was full of worry, "Are you tired from filming? I think Mianmian hasn't been in good spirits for the past few days, and she can't even eat a few bites now, young master, why don't you call the doctor to come over and take a look."

Before Bo Liming could speak, Qiao Mian shook her head like a rattle, "It's okay, Mama Zhang, I guess it's because I've been too tired recently that I lost my appetite."

Qiao Mian lifted herself up from Bo Liming's arms, took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, "You don't know, I can still dream of reciting lines in my dreams at night!"

Mama Zhang was so distressed that she went to a nutritionist to make a recipe for next week without saying a word.

Seeing him sleepy like this, Bo Liming didn't have the heart to make trouble with him, hugged him in his arms and coaxed him, then turned off the light and went to sleep.

The heavy curtains covered the bright moonlight outside, and the sound of breathing in the room was clear and even. It was about the middle of the night, and the even breathing sound in the room gradually became disordered.

Qiao Mian had a dream, dreaming that Bo Liming tied his hands again, took out the popping candy, and that numb feeling appeared in her body again.

He hummed a few times, clamped the quilt between his legs, and rubbed unconsciously.

His face was flushed unnaturally, and the sound he hummed was sweet and greasy. His face was wrinkled, and his breathing became short of breath. He didn't know whether it was comfortable or uncomfortable.

Suddenly, his legs felt cold, and he woke up from the dream in shock.

Qiao Mian opened her eyes, blinked at the dark bedroom, and then felt the coolness on her pants again. A terrifying thought appeared in her mind, and he woke up on the spot in fright. He lifted the quilt and thought sneak away.

A big hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him into his arms. Bo Liming's deep voice was a little hoarse: "Baby, what's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, this time his baby didn't follow the movement into his arms, but pouted her little butt and stretched her body trying to stay away from him.

Bo Liming made a little effort, hugged him into his arms, and patted him on the back habitually, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Qiao Mian's body tensed, and she replied in a low voice, "No, I didn't have a nightmare..."

Bo Liming turned on the light, with a cold and handsome face full of laziness and sleepiness, he fixedly looked at the person in his arms for a moment, then reached out and touched his face, "Why are you so red? Didn't have a nightmare, Are you having a dream?"

Qiao Mian suddenly covered her face with her hands, and moaned and chirped for a long time. The cool feeling in her trousers reminded him, the more he thought about it, the more embarrassed his face became, and after a while, he answered in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Bo Liming , I seem to wet the bed..."

Bo Liming let out a "hmm" and raised his voice to raise some doubts.

Before Qiao Mian had time to react, he lifted the quilt and pulled Qiao Mian's pure white pajama pants from inside to outside.

Qiao Mian's legs trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to cover it with her hands, but he didn't have the face to face anyone, so his hands trembled, and he pressed firmly on his face again.

A weak voice came from the gap between palms:

"Bo Liming, it's over, it's over, I'm over, it's too embarrassing..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooo..."

"I'll wash the sheets myself tomorrow, it's too embarrassing woooooooooooooo..."

"I'm already this old, woo woo woo woo, I'm ashamed to face people..."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"The sheets don't need to be washed," Bo Liming pulled down his little hand covering his face, "it's not wet at all."

Qiao Mian's face was flushed, even the tips of her ears were red, and she stammered, "But, but my pants are wet..."

After he finished speaking, he saw that Bo Liming's expression became more subtle.

I saw the other party stretch out his hand and move it along his leg twice, flames ignited in the dark eyes, bright as if they were going to swallow him up, "Baby, it's really wet."

He put the accent on the last two words, his tone was drawn out, and there was a mocking smile between his brows: "You look like this, do you think your husband is too pure-hearted and ascetic?"

Realizing what it was that wet her pants, Qiao Mian covered her face with her hands again, "It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing, Mianmian needs to take a shower!"

Bo Liming patted his buttocks, "Don't worry, I'll take a bath for Mianmian myself..."

……

After tossing and tossing, Bo Liming carried his little baby to take a bath again.

The soft pure white bath towel wrapped most of Qiao Mian's body, and Bo Liming took a hair dryer to blow his wet hair.

Qiao Mian wrapped her hands in the bath towel, looked at herself in the mirror and muttered to herself, with a puzzled expression, "It shouldn't be..."

Bo Liming: "Why shouldn't it be done?"

"We've obviously done a lot these days..." Qiao Mian blushed, and murmured to blur the sounds, "My body is so strange...it shouldn't be like this..."

Bo Liming put down the hair dryer, picked up Qiao Mian who was wrapped in a silkworm chrysalis, and kissed the tip of his nose with his head down, "It doesn't matter baby, you can always be like this."

"My husband is happy to help you."

"Wow! Mianmian, you are amazing!"

"Director Chen's big production, how did you get it!"

"I watched the tidbits, the crew treats you well!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

When Qiao Mian returned to school, she was surrounded by a group of people asking questions in a hurry.

Usually, Qiao Mian didn't know them well. Although they had been in classes together for two years, they hadn't chatted with each other. Now these people surrounded him very enthusiastically, looking very warm.

"Qiao Mian, we are both from the Film Academy, and we can be regarded as half insiders, so there is no need for you to fool us with what you said to the outside people. To be honest, I don't believe that you, the leading actor, are here for an interview. of?"

"Oh, by the way, since the second semester of my sophomore year, there have been luxury cars to pick you up and drop you off. Qiao Mian, you can't catch up with some big boss in the industry, right? He won't give you this resource, right? Then How much did you pay for this resource? Is it really like the marketing account said to give away money for eating and sleeping?"

These doubts may have been in the minds of other students, so when the boy spoke, everyone shut up and all eyes fell on Qiao Mian.

"Who will pick me up? This is my private matter. There is no need to tell you."

Qiao Mian's attitude was quite gentle, "I didn't lie to you, it was indeed Director Chen who interviewed us personally, and I was given the role only after I passed the interview. It's not because there are any unspoken rules behind it."

"Besides, you use the words just now to describe Director Chen's words, which is a bit too disrespectful to his old man."

There was a sneer from the crowd, "Cut."

Yu Beibei couldn't stand it anymore, and slammed her schoolbag on the table with a "bang", "Ai Xinxin, if you don't love Xin, get out! Mianmian is polite enough to you, can you be a little more respectful?"

The crowd in a circle retreated like birds and beasts. Just at this time, the class bell rang.

This was the first class of the first semester of junior year. Qiao Mian was sitting upright, with an extremely serious attitude.

Seeing this, Yu Beibei also honestly withdrew her fierce eyes from those people, and looked up at the door. The counselor entered the door first, but another person followed behind.

Yu Beibei took a closer look and let out a small "wow", "So handsome!"

The man was more than 180 tall, his eyes were long and narrow, his pupils were black and misty, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass, his face was a little too pale, so he looked a little sickly.

Yu Beibei gasped like the kind of pampered young master in a novel who is in poor health, "I'm so handsome!"

He moved his body a little, leaned closer to Qiao Mian, and teased in a low voice: "Mianmian, the one who is following the instructor is not a new classmate, right? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, what a handsome man! Talk about beauty , if you rank first, your handsome face, Beibei, can no longer continue to rank second!"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Yu Beibei turned her face away, but saw a very complicated expression on Qiao Mian's face - a little panic, fear, panic, escape... and even something else.

While the counselor was introducing new students, Yu Beibei held Qiao Mian's hand from below, "Mianmian, what's the matter?"

Sensing the slight trembling of the little hand in his palm, Yu Beibei shook the other hand vigorously: "Do you know him?"

Qiao Mian nodded, lowered her eyes, and spoke extremely fast:

"Same school in high school."

Yu Beibei glanced at the man, "Don't be afraid, has he bullied you before?"

"It won't happen now, Mianmian, don't be afraid, I will protect you. I will protect you just like I did with Lu Congyuan before, and I won't let him bully you again."

Qiao Mian also took his hand back, and nodded slightly, as if to cheer herself up: "I'm not the same as before, I've grown up, I have friends, and I won't let anyone bully me anymore." .”

But the fear of this person is like a gangrene, which cannot be dispelled with a few words.

He raised his head and met the eyes of the person on the podium—dark, cold, mocking, playful...

Qiao Mian's heart skipped a beat, and the apex of her heart suddenly felt cold...