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

"I……"

"You still have a boyfriend...do you mind cheating on him tonight?"

Boy friend?Lu Congyuan?

He forgot.

Qiao Mian blinked her eyes, her crow-feather-like eyelashes flickered, and then drooped down again, looking a little pitiful.

He stretched out his fingers from the inside of the long suit sleeves, hooked Bo Liming's hand, and remained silent like this.

Looking at the little figure in front of him, Bo Liming couldn't help sighing, and patted his head, "Okay, Mianmian, today you were scared."

I was scared, so I regarded myself as a life-saving straw when I was drowning, and I held on tightly and didn't let go.

But when he was rescued from the water, the few straws in his hand were useless.

Bo Liming paused for a moment while rubbing his head, feeling that Qiao Mian was very obedient today.His heart softened again, and his voice softened, "What do you have to say, can we talk about it tomorrow?"

He looked at the Patek Philippe on his wrist, the hour hand on it had already pointed to 1 o'clock, "It's too late today, it's time for Mianmian to go to bed."

With selfishness in mind, he opened his arms and hugged Qiao Mian, but let go in a short moment, "Mianmian, would you like to say good night to me?"

Qiao Mian nodded obediently and raised her head, "Bo Liming, good night."

"Well, good night Mianmian."

Qiao Mian entered the room, carefully took off Bo Liming's coat and hung it up, then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

He dried his hair, crawled into the bed and covered him with a quilt, but couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning.

After sleeping here for five years, he certainly knew how to get to the bedroom, but he didn't dare to look for Bo Liming again.

After all, he still has a boyfriend to deal with.

It doesn't matter if he is green, but Bo Liming can't have other thoughts on this matter, and can't let Bo Liming misunderstand himself.

In this life, he will be with Bo Liming properly.

Qiao Mian lifted the quilt and put on her slippers, trotted like a thief, took Bo Liming's coat off the hanger, stuffed it under the quilt, and fell asleep in her arms.

In the bedroom on the other side, Bo Liming, who went straight to the bathroom as soon as he entered the door, has not yet come out.

A shadowy figure appeared on the frosted glass, and the sound of running water in the bathroom didn't stop for a moment. If you listened carefully, there were a few suppressed gasps, which lasted for a long time.

After a long time, Bo Liming pushed open the bathroom door, with a bath towel tied around his waist, and came out with long legs. Following his movements, a few drops of water fell from his shoulders and neck, and rolled to the ground.

He seemed to be preoccupied. When passing by the full-length mirror, he glanced at the person in the mirror. He was tall, with cold eyes and unkind.

There is no difference from before.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and the person in the mirror moved his lips as well, as if laughing at him for being sentimental.

How could he feel in a daze that Qiao Mian's actions today have changed him?

joke.