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

Qiao Mian raised her eyes, then lowered them quickly.

Bo Liming, he hates Bo Liming.

He must have come to see his own joke...

Just wait, he will definitely laugh at himself in a while, and put it even worse——

In the next second, he was embraced by the man in front of him.

There is a violent heartbeat in my ear, beating too fast...

His teardrops rolled down on the other party's expensive suit, leaving small water stains...

The man spoke surprisingly fast, "Mianmian, it's okay, luckily you're fine!"

Qiao Mian sniffed, feeling sore and bitter.

Why even Bo Liming, who has no friendship, is worried about himself, but his biological father beats and scolds him frequently, blames him for being a monster, hates him for why he doesn't die...

Those arms wrapped around him tightly, and he lay on the other's chest, as if this was a gossip and malicious prying that temporarily isolated him from the outside world...

……

……

"Mianmian?"

Qiao Mian woke up from the memories, and met Bo Liming's probing gaze.

"what happened to you?"

Qiao Mian shook her head, "I'm fine."

Bo Liming patted him on the shoulder, "Go in, finish it early, and I'll take you home."

Qiao Mian nodded obediently, but couldn't help muttering in her heart, why didn't she take him home this time like in her previous life...

I don't know if it's because of such an interruption, or because Bo Liming is by his side in this life, his restless heart that has been restless along the way gradually calms down.

Jing Xia had been waiting inside for a long time, and when he entered the police station, he no longer had that cynical smile on his face, and looked extremely serious, "Come here."

Qiao Mian turned her head and glanced at Bo Liming, who nodded to him with a calm expression, giving him a sense of security for no reason.

He turned around and followed in Jingxia's direction.

An hour later, outside the police station.

The sky was completely dark, dotted with a few sparse stars.

A black Maybach was quietly parked on the side of the road, waiting for its owner.

Bo Liming came out from the police station, and Qiao Mian followed behind him.

"Bo Liming, are you cold?"

Qiao Mian looked at the thin white shirt on his body, then took off his suit, "You should put it on."

"It's not cold, you wear it."

Bo Liming didn't turn around, he took a few steps forward and saw a car on the road, "Or go back to the apartment? I'll take you home."

Come back home?

Qiao Mian suddenly raised her head to look at the man in front of her, and blinked her eyes suspiciously.

Bo Liming...why is he so determined to send himself home?

After he came out of the police station in his previous life, he found himself, didn't he force himself to his villa?

Because...because nothing like that happened this time, so...does he not want himself?

Or was it because he hit someone that he didn't like it in his impression?

Qiao Mian lowered her eyes and didn't speak.

The arm was grabbed, and the man's voice was calm, "Get in the car."

"Mr. Bo, where are you going?" the driver asked.

"go--"

"I do not want to go home."

Qiao Mian interrupted him, lowered her head to look at the cushion under her feet, and repeated softly and stubbornly, "I don't want to go home."

"I am afraid……"

He sniffled, with a bit of grievance in his nasal voice, and said softly, "Bo Liming...I'm afraid...I don't want to go home..."

Bo Liming turned his head and glanced at him, he was short with narrow shoulders, the suit was a bit too big for him, and the sleeves were too long.

At this moment, both of his hands were tucked into his sleeves, and the cuffs were brought together, obediently placed on his knees.

A small ball, with its head hanging down and its petal-like mouth pouted slightly, seemed dissatisfied with its proposal.

Bo Liming resisted the movement to rub his head, "Then... take you to the hotel?"

Afraid that he would be afraid, Bo Liming added, "It's property under the name of the Bo family, I'll explain it to you, it's safe."

Qiao Mian raised her eyes, it was wet inside, like a little Chihuahua afraid of being abandoned.

The sleeve at the knee was raised and fell onto Bo Liming's white shirt. The other party grabbed his sleeve and shook it, begging him softly,

"Bo Liming, take me home, okay..."