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

That night, Xu Guannan shut Gu Yaodong out of the bedroom door, and entered the room alone.

He opened the file in the USB flash drive, stared at the courseware without tapping the keyboard for a long time, and just lost his mind.

The automatic shut-off computer screen was completely black, reflecting Xu Guannan's half-downcast eyes, a pair of delicate hands resting on the table, the whole person silently looked like a sculpture.

He knew that Gu Yaodong was not a good person.

He also knew that the beginning with Gu Yaodong was embarrassing and unacceptable.

For a long time, he thought that he hated Gu Yaodong so much, and being with him was just hypocrisy, but it wasn't until what happened just now that he recovered from the warmth he had been indulging in these days...

His feelings for Gu Yaodong are no longer as simple as the original hatred and loathing...

Unintentionally, he was accommodating Gu Yaodong, pampering him, and excused him.

When the other party hugs him and uses his body to block the fallen bookshelf, when the other party clumsily cooks breakfast every day, when he is unhappy, he changes ways to coax him, when he is not willing to obediently hug him and do nothing, when he is When queuing up to buy dessert under the sun at noon...

In many, many times, he would think in his heart——

Maybe Gu Yaodong was just spoiled.

In fact, he is not so hopeless.

He is already slowly learning to be a good person.

But everything is false.

Gu Yaodong has never changed.

It was himself, like a fool, who fell into the trap of others step by step, and fell in love with him a little bit.

A drop of clear tear ran across the cheek, fell on the clothes, and soaked in instantly.

Xu Guannan covered his face with his hands, propped his elbows on the table, tears flowed from his palms, and fell to the table with a "click", like the sound of a broken heart.

After a long time, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and turned on the computer.

Fortunately, fortunately, he only has a little... a little bit of liking for Gu Yaodong.

He knew he was wrong.

He changed.

"Master, the doctor is already waiting in the living room." Bo Liming who had just returned from the charity dinner got out of the car, and Zhang Ma hurried over to greet him.

"understood."

Bo Liming turned the person in his arms upside down, held him tighter, and walked towards the living room.

It was probably uncomfortable when she was put on the sofa. Qiao Mian let out two small moaning sounds from her throat. She found a comfortable position to rest on Bo Liming's lap. She hadn't regained consciousness yet, and her eyes were closed. Qiao Mian With a sticky voice, "Husband..."

"My husband is here."

Afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, Bo Liming picked him up and took off his coat for him. The person in his arms stretched out two small arms and hugged him softly, "Mianmian is so tired, I don't want Mianmian anymore... "

The doctor awkwardly pretended to organize his medical supplies, afraid of hearing some bad conversation down the road.

Bo Liming coughed lightly and pinched Qiao Mian's face, "Wake up, baby, the doctor is here..."

After half a minute.

Qiao Mian sat obediently on the sofa, put her hands on her knees, and answered the doctor's questions seriously.

"I've been feeling sleepy lately. I can't get enough sleep. I don't have a good appetite. The meat that I used to like now makes me sick when I see it. I don't want to eat at all. And..."

Qiao Mian glanced at Bo Liming for help, but blushed and dared not speak further.

Bo Liming patted his head, "Also, the demand for intercourse has been greater recently than before, and it is also more sensitive than before."

After Bo Liming finished speaking, Qiao Mian's head almost dropped to her chest.

The doctor's expression was very serious. After questioning Qiao Mian carefully, he turned to the assistant doctor, "Is the instrument assembled?"

"It's already done, teacher, it's been tested, and it's accurate."

"Mr. Bo, Master Qiao, please come here."

Qiao Mian obediently lay down next to the instrument. The doctor said, "Master Qiao, please take off your clothes and expose your belly."

Qiao Mian did as she did, but couldn't help being afraid: "Is there something growing in my stomach?"

The doctor smeared the gel-like thing on his belly, moved it up and down with the metal instrument, and spoke terms that Qiao Mian could not understand. The assistant doctor then tapped on the computer with his fingers: "... ...pregnancy...1.5*1.1..."

Qiao Mian came down from the top in a daze.

Bo Liming stretched out his hand to hook her into his arms, his eyes were motionless looking at the pattern on the computer, his voice trembling: "Pregnant...?"

Qiao Mian raised her head abruptly.

The doctor handed over the report, "Early pregnancy, the conception time is about a month, and now the baby is as big as a mung bean, but because the conception time is too short, I haven't seen the fetal heart rate and fetal buds yet, two weeks later, I will come again Come over and test the young master."

Bo Liming's palm on Qiao Mian's shoulder trembled slightly, his Adam's apple slid a few times quickly, his eyes fixed on the B-ultrasound report in his hand, he suppressed his excitement and pulled him into his arms, his muscles tensed Tightly, she lowered her head and kissed the top of Qiao Mian's head.

"Honey, you're pregnant."

Qiao Mian snuggled into his arms, wrapped her two small hands around his thin waist, her little face was flushed with excitement, "It's been a month..."

Bo Liming gave a "huh" and hugged the person in his arms tightly, his voice was low and sweet, with a little uncontrollable sigh, "My baby, I have a baby."

Mama Zhang patted her thigh excitedly, took a notebook and started chasing after the doctor to ask about precautions.

After not noticing for a while, the doctor looked back again, and Boss Bo and Young Master Qiao disappeared together.

Second floor bedroom.

Bo Liming carefully put Qiao Mian on the bed, looked at Qiao Mian's stomach through the shirt, and carefully asked, "Can I touch it?"

Qiao Mian leaning against the bed was wearing a pure white shirt with a delicate black bow tie buttoned around the neckline. The petal-like neckline supported her bright and charming face, nodding obediently, like a little prince ignorant of the world.

And under the white shirt of his little prince, there is already his child in the flat belly.

The child that fused the blood of the two of them together belonged to the two of them.

Bo Liming stretched out his big hand and attached it, the skin under the palm was soft and fair, flat, although there was no sign of pregnancy, but at this moment, Bo Liming's eyebrows moved, and a strange feeling rose from his heart.

A heart was beating very fast, thumping, as if excited and trembling for this little life.

Seeing that Bo Liming hadn't moved for a long time, Qiao Mian called out softly, "Husband..."

He opened his arms, moved his body and threw himself into Bo Liming's arms.

The shirt on his body was thin, and the two layers of clothing were not considered barriers. When they were pressed together tightly, he could hear the heartbeat of the other party beating as fast as his own.

Qiao Mian tilted her head, her small face rested on Bo Liming's shoulder, and softly called "Bo Liming".

"Bo Liming, in the past, because I was different from other little boys, I was always sad..."

"I will blame others, I will give up on myself, and sometimes I even blame myself for why I appeared in this world..."

"I'm weird, I'm sick, I'm a shameless little monster."

"But Bo Liming..."

Qiao Mian took Bo Liming's big hand and pressed it on her stomach, with a happy smile on her lips.

"But at this moment, I am extremely grateful and honored... Bo Liming, at this moment, I feel that I am too close to you..."

"I even feel that nothing can separate us anymore..."

"It is said in the book that it is a blessing in disguise. It turns out that my appearance like this is not necessarily a punishment from God. I even began to feel that this is God's pity and preference for me."

As Qiao Mian spoke, a thin layer of water vapor could not help floating in her beautiful eyes, her voice was a little nasal, soft but extremely firm.

"Bo Liming, these years...it's worth it..."

Bo Liming took him out of his arms, held his face in both hands, and kissed his tears little by little, "Baby, you are never strange, those who stand high with prejudice, they are strange."

"You should never feel bad about being different from other people."

"We have no way to choose what we are born with. But as a person, as long as you are kind, tolerant, optimistic, serious, and live with a sense of responsibility...you should be respected, not ridiculed."

"But you're right about one thing." Bo Liming kissed his forehead softly, his eyes were so gentle that he wanted to drown him, "This is indeed a pity from the heavens."

"Otherwise, it's just the two of us in this life."

Bo Liming patted his head, his heart filled with love and affection, "I am much older than you, maybe when I am old, I will leave earlier than you."

"Leaving you alone in this world, how can I bear it, how can I be willing... If we can have children, they will definitely be a little angel like Mian Mian, even if there is no me, they will take good care of you. "

Qiao Mian's eyes turned red, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she wiped her tears while crying, "Bo Liming, you hate it, well, how can you say such things..."

"If you die, I will not live alone for a while, I will be where you are, whoever wants to live alone..."

Bo Liming wanted to hug him again, but Qiao Mian turned over and rolled into the quilt, wrapping herself into a ball.

An angry voice came from inside the quilt, full of resentment: "I will stay up late today! I will stay up late tomorrow! I will stay up every day! Putting myself in the hospital makes your heart ache, let you taste what you just had in your mouth. What does it feel like to say it!"

Bo Liming found the direction and patted Xiaoqiu's butt on the bed, smiled and coaxed him softly, "Wrong, wrong, husband is wrong."

The person under the quilt was motionless, and his face was probably pouted with anger.

Just thinking about this scene, Bo Liming couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth. He poked the bulging part of the quilt, teasing the people inside, "Where's my baby? Is it still here? Why don't you talk?"