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

Bo Liming put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked back at Qiao Mian, with a pointed smile on his handsome face.

"Isn't my baby very hungry recently?"

He stretched out his hand to hold the foot, "Isn't it better to be bigger?"

Qiao Mian was a character who could only talk about taking advantage of her, but was scared away when the other party took action.

Qiao Mian, who was still bluffing to seduce people a few seconds ago, lost her temper in an instant, and honestly began to pick up the rice with a spoon.

The calf under the chair was retracted, unexpectedly the man's big hand grabbed the other side tightly, Qiao Mian's ears were red, she didn't even dare to look at him, she picked up the sea cucumber and stuffed it into her mouth.

Sensing the man's reaction, the half of the sea cucumber was still in his mouth, it was neither good to bite nor not to bite, Qiao Mian thought for a while, then ignored him, and focused on eating.

After eating, his neck became red and spread to his collar, and he said softly, "Bo Liming, I'm eating, don't bully me..."

"You are only allowed to bully me, but I am not allowed to bully you?"

The man squeezed his calf under the table, "Is Mianmian too double-standard?"

The calf was suddenly loosened, Qiao Mian quickly put on her shoes, and continued to cook rice there.

I don't know if the millet sea cucumber porridge made in the kitchen today is really delicious, or if I am too embarrassed to look up, so I can only rely on food to relieve it. A bowl of porridge gradually bottomed out.

There was the sound of pulling a chair across the table, and Bo Liming turned behind him, "Finish?"

Qiao Mian put down the bowl and chopsticks, nodded obediently, "It's over."

Bo Liming pulled up the chair, bent down and picked him up, "Mianmian finished eating, is it my turn to eat?"

Qiao Mian picked at Bo Liming's neckline, "But the doctor said that in the first three months of pregnancy, pregnant women should move less and try not to exercise strenuously. It's not good for the fetus."

Bo Liming said "hmm" again, and stepped out of the elevator, "It's okay, you don't need to move."

Qiao Mian: "..."

Qiao Mian: "But you only care about your own happiness, you don't care about me, Bo Liming, do you not love me anymore?"

Bo Liming entered the bedroom, "Oh, about whether I love you or not, you'll know after a while."

Bo Liming lowered his head and kissed his lips lightly, "Why don't you continue to look for reasons?"

Qiao Mian said honestly, "I can't find a reason..."

Qiao Mian blushed when she heard the other party's low smile, which was drilled into her ear.

"Are you afraid now?"

The other party's fingers pinched his face again and again, "Didn't you not be afraid at all when you were downstairs just now?"

"Where did you learn these things?"

Qiao Mian's face was flushed with embarrassment, and her neck was covered with crimson, "I saw it in a novel..."

"Oh?" Bo Liming got closer and closer to him, "It doesn't look like a serious book."

Qiao Mian argued: "Serious, very serious!"

"It's ok,"

Bo Liming pinched his little face, "Whether it's serious or not, our baby just needs to be clear in his heart..."

……

After taking a shower, Qiao Mian was wrapped from head to toe with a white towel, piled on the bed like a little snowman.

The little snowman stared at the man with a bath towel around his waist, his cheeks were bulging, and when he sensed the man's gaze, he made a small "hum" to attract his attention.

Bo Liming came over with a glass of water, took the little snowman into his arms, and passed the glass to those rosy lips, "Come on, ah—"

Qiao Mian opened her mouth to "gulp" to drink the water, and after drinking, she didn't forget to maintain her angry state, puffed up her cheeks, and "hummed" again.

Bo Liming laughed, "Why aren't you happy? I explained it to our baby in the bathroom, and I really didn't laugh at you at that time."

Qiao Mian blinked her eyes, her misty eyes looked even more pitiful, and her short blow-dried chestnut hair was placed on her forehead. With this expression, she looked pitiful.

"No, I heard it all, and you just laughed at that time!"

Qiao Mian's eyes were raised, and when she looked up at people with her small face up, she opened her eyes wide, making her eyes more rounded, soft and cute, but the words she said were fierce and fierce.

"Bo Liming, it's too hateful!"

Bo Liming leaned over to look at him, and his reflection came into view, "When did I laugh?"

"Laughed the first time!"

Bo Liming: "Then why am I laughing at you?"

"You laugh at me, laugh at me..." Qiao Mian stammered, "You laugh at me too fast!"

This time, Bo Liming really laughed. He just smiled, met Qiao Mian's resentful eyes, and quickly suppressed it, "Well, my husband was wrong."

Qiao Mian: "I'm still young, I'll grow up again, and I won't be like this when I grow up!"

Bo Liming hesitated for a moment, "Baby, in fact... the possibility is not great."

Qiao Mian pursed her mouth, feeling that her self-esteem had been impacted, the corners of her eyes were red, and the eye sockets were watery, and she felt like tears would roll down in clusters if she blinked again.

"Bo Liming, you bully others, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

He turned around and crawled into the quilt with hands and feet, but was dragged back from behind by a big hand.

The bath towel was scattered, and the back was attached to the opponent's well-defined abdominal muscles. He turned around and was hugged back into his arms.

"Husband is wrong, in fact, it is beneficial for Mianmian to do this..."

Qiao Mian raised her head when she heard the words, and looked directly at the other party with watery eyes, as if "if you don't coax me well now, I'll cry for you".

Bo Liming cleared his throat and thought for a while, "Well, it saves time when I help you with my hands. It will take four to five minutes, and then I can prepare for the next wave."

After hearing this, Qiao Mian rolled over and rolled out of Bo Liming's arms, pulled off the quilt and rolled in.

An angry voice came from under the quilt, "I hate it! Bo Liming, I've helped you for so long and you treat me like this! You hateful man, don't try to coax me tonight!"

The lights in the apartment were turned on, and the room was brightly lit.

Two bowls of steaming shredded pork noodles with sauerkraut were placed on the dining table, and Gu Yaodong reheated several dishes packed in advance from outside, and served them together.

He glanced at Xu Guannan who was still watching TV on the sofa, first pulled up the chair, then hugged Xu Guannan and put him on the chair.

The slippers fell off on the way, Gu Yaodong went back to pick them up and put them on for him.

"Guan Nan, I can only make this kind of simple food, so you can eat a little while you can."

As Gu Yaodong was talking, he handed over the chopsticks, his big hand with well-articulated joints was slightly sideways, as if he didn't want him to see what was on the back of his hand.

Xu Guannan reached out to take the chopsticks, pressed his fingers and turned them around, the back of his hand turned red, probably from the splash when he was stir-frying the shredded pork.

Xu Guannan was silent for a moment, got up and took the spare small medicine box at home, and handed it to Gu Yaodong.

Gu Yaodong found a band-aid and put it on, "Guan Nan, do you feel sorry for me too?"

Without waiting for Xu Guannan to answer, he passed the chopsticks over again, "Let's eat, the noodles won't taste good when they get cold."

After dinner, Gu Yaodong carried the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, carefully tore off the band-aid on the back of his hand and put it aside, then turned on the faucet.

The sound of the water flow echoed the sound of the wind and rain outside. A few drops of rain came in through the open window and blew on Gu Yaodong's face, but he didn't notice it.

Xu Guannan stood outside the kitchen and watched from a distance, watching Gu Yaodong clumsily apply the detergent to cover all the dishes bit by bit, without missing any corners, and watching him wipe the dish with water. Rinse a plate more than a dozen times before wiping it clean with paper towels.

He has never done this kind of work before, so his movements can't even be called agile; the plate covered with detergent is too smooth, and he has to hold it in his hand carefully and carefully, lest it will fall, it will look funny Extremely.

From this direction, you can still see the rain from the outside blowing in obliquely, under the warm yellow light, hitting his face and his clothes...

The scene in the kitchen is like a painting, and he looks at it from a distance like an outsider, but for some reason, he just feels a little sad, uncontrollable sad...

Why is there such a person?

He is arrogant and domineering, but he will give you a heart clumsily and piously.However, when you start to be tempted, you will find that everything is fake...

half-hearted, half-hearted.

Talking about liking himself, he was busy doing so many things, and it didn't delay him in the slightest to find someone else.

He is so dedicated that he likes this type of face, so he has to get it?

Then he has already succeeded, and now there is a newcomer by his side, why come here to find him?

Xu Guannan lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow on the lower eyelid, and turned to leave.

After Gu Yaodong washed the tableware, he used a paper towel to wipe off the splashed water marks on the back of his hands little by little, then picked up the Band-Aid that had been put aside, and carefully pasted it on again.

Closing the window also blocked the wind and rain outside, Gu Yaodong returned to the living room, Xu Guannan had a blanket on his lap, holding a glass of water, watching a foreign movie.

Gu Yaodong has never been interested in such serious movies, so he moved a small stool and sat opposite Xu Guannan, "Guannan, I have something to tell you."

Xu Guannan's eyes moved away from the TV, and slowly fell on Gu Yaodong, his eyelashes trembled, and his voice was clear: "What?"