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

Qiao Mian seemed to have just heard the sound, put on her little slippers, "da da da da", ran all the way, and opened the door.

On the other side's beautiful and childish face, there was a little innocence that should be taken for granted: "Mr. Bo, you hate me so much, I thought you wouldn't come here to spend the night..."

Bo Liming put his hand on the door frame, "My house, I won't stay here overnight, where should I spend the night?"

The other party slapped her long eyelashes, and the answer was very thoughtful, "There are many guest rooms in the villa, you can choose any room to stay overnight~"

Bo Liming snorted coldly, stepped in with long legs and closed the door smoothly, he looked at the little one in front of him up to his chin, "Qiao Mian, is this how you serve your benefactor?"

The pajamas on Xiaodong's body were loose, hanging loosely on his body, the neckline fell above his chest, and his two delicate collarbones were filled with light flashes, shining brightly.

Bo Liming missed his gaze and unbuttoned his shirt while walking.

Qiao Mian followed closely behind.

The unbuttoned shirt was still on the chair, and Wei An's figure was like the description of the gods in ancient Greece. With his strong arms, he pulled Qiao Mian into his arms.

Putting her two small hands on each other's arms, Qiao Mian pretended to be calm, but she still couldn't help but blushed and kept looking around, "Bo, Bo Liming, if you do this again, you will have to pay more!"

Seeing the flustered look of the person in his arms, Bo Liming smiled playfully, "It's okay to add more money, the last thing I need is money!"

After a few minutes.

Qiao Mian sat angrily on the small stool, picked up the water onto Bo Liming's bare skin above the waist, dropped a handful of water, and scooped up another handful, just like the little eunuch who used to serve the emperor to take a bath.

Bo Liming seemed dissatisfied, and patted his left shoulder, "This way."

Qiao Mian quickly poured water on it, and the other party patted her right shoulder again, "There's still this side."

The other party is quite comfortable, lying in the bathtub, let him serve.

The more Qiao Mian watered her, her mouth pouts higher. He used to be Bo Liming's little treasure!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, Qiao Mian slapped a small hand on the water, angrily saying, "I won't wash it anymore!"

Bo Liming lay lazily in the bathtub, "Stop washing? Don't you want to make money?"

"Who cares!" Qiao Mian dropped those words, and was about to leave, when her body lightened suddenly, and she was carried into the bathtub.

Behind him is the edge of the bathtub, the undulating water splashes wet the white cotton T-shirt,

Close in front of him is the man's scorching breath.

The man's fingers rubbed against his face, with some doubts that could not be seen by others, he clicked his tongue softly, "Such a temper? How did I spoil you before?"

There was a thud in the heart, and the lingering water vapor moistened the soft lips, which opened slowly with a bit of pride and beauty, "Anyway, you spoiled it."

Bo Liming raised half of his eyebrows, "Then why are you annoying in my memory?"

The little man under him pursed his mouth, feeling a little aggrieved, "You remember wrong, I'm very likable!"

After he finished speaking, he twisted his body uncomfortably, "Bo, Bo Liming...don't poke me...he's only three months old, no..."

Bo Liming got up from him, "Oh, I thought Young Master Qiao would do anything for money."

Qiao Mian scrambled away from him, "Smelly man, who cares about your little money, tomorrow I will take the child and remarry!"

He rode over the bathtub wall and said angrily, "If you don't cherish me, I'll let you know that I'm doing well!"

Bo Liming smiled and saw his little arms and legs running away, "Oh? Buy one get one free? I don't know who is taking advantage of this kind of bargain?"

Qiao Mian put on her slippers and turned her face: "You can get Bo Liming's child to call him father for a little money. I don't know who is being taken advantage of!"

He spoke boldly, but the moment he finished speaking, he faltered, picked up the towel and ran out of the bathroom in a hurry.

A tall figure appeared on the glass of the bathroom. Qiao Mian quickly took off her wet clothes, wiped them off and hid under the blanket.

After a while, there was a figure beside the bed. He lifted the quilt and went in. He reached out and picked up the person who was huddled on the other side, "Isn't it very powerful just now? Is it cowardly?"

The palm of his hand felt slippery and soft, Bo Liming lifted the quilt and saw a piece of snow white, his Adam's apple slipped quickly, and Bo Liming's voice became dry, "Naked? Seduce me?"

Qiao Mian pulled up the quilt to cover her head, and a soft voice came from inside the quilt, "You read it wrong!"

The smoky gray quilt was bulging high, and Bo Liming reached out and patted the most bulging part through the quilt. Something flashed in his mind, and he felt that this scene was too familiar, as if in many ordinary nights. ever happened.

Some fragments flashed through his mind, and Bo Liming frowned slightly, and pressed his forehead with his fingers.

Seeing that Bo Liming hadn't moved for a long time, the people inside the quilt opened a gap in the quilt and stuck out a small head.

After tossing in the quilt for a while, the short chestnut hair was messed up, her smooth forehead was exposed, and a bunch of hair was raised on the top of her head. Qiao Mian was wrapped in the quilt, and couldn't help reaching out to touch Bo Liming, with a concerned expression, "What's the matter?" ?”

Bo Liming glanced at him hesitantly, feeling more and more that the person in front of him was contrary to the image in his mind.

He said that he likes money, but he would throw himself into his arms in the crowd, he would hold him behind the crowd and weep silently, and he couldn't hide his concern for himself at this moment.

As for himself, on the way to Guanlan Villa, he was already annoyed to death, but in all the contacts so far, he didn't feel disgusted at any moment.

This is strange.

Bo Liming opened his arms, and Qiao Mian obediently got out of the quilt and threw himself into his arms, touching his neck with her small hand, "Does it hurt here? Or does it hurt in the head? Or is it uncomfortable..."

He is very obedient, like a well-behaved kitten, who occasionally makes a fuss, but soon reveals his white and soft belly for people to touch.

A money-worshiping little vixen?

It seems... not so...

Could it be that after getting along for a long time, he knew that he would like this, so he did it on purpose?

That's right, it's not unusual for a little vixen with money to do this kind of thing.

……

The first ray of sunlight in the morning pierced through the loose curtains, sprinkled on the floor, and also sprinkled on the quilt, carving a layer of light gold.

The person inside the quilt moved, the light gold seemed to be alive, rolling and jumping on the undulating sheets.

There was a problem in the company, Bo Liming looked at the time and was about to get up, but the person hanging on him kept sticking to him according to the heat.

Bo Liming bowed his head, a fluffy head was next to him, his soft little face was pressed against his arm, and his two little hands didn't know where the energy came from, they hugged his waist tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would run away generally.

He moved a little, and the person in his arms came closer, and the voice was soft and obviously not awake, calling him "husband..."

Bo Liming subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched his head, just about to coax the person who was holding him, the original thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and Bo Liming let go of his hand, and some unknown thoughts came to his mind Shame——

You said you hated the other party yesterday, and even pulled him out of your arms, but you fell in love after sleeping all night?

This is too fast!

A little vixen is a little vixen, and she really has means.

Bo Liming couldn't express how he felt, but he still gently pushed the person in his arms away, stuffed him with a pillow, and then turned and left.

Pregnant people are always sleepy, plus Bo Liming finally returned home, Qiao Mian felt a little more relaxed, this time she slept longer, and when she woke up, it was already eleven o'clock.

He rubbed his eyes, propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, lifted the quilt and looked at the dark red marks on his body, and felt a little deeper that Bo Liming had returned.

Also say something to hate yourself.

I turned off the lights last night, but I never heard him say that he hated himself.

Oh man.

After he got up and washed, he held his mobile phone and called Yu Beibei.

For some reason, Yu Beibei's voice was always a little low. He explained that he had a cold and his voice was hoarse, Qiao Mian was relieved a little, and invited him to come over to play on weekends.

Yu Beibei agreed, and said that class will start soon, so let's not talk for now.

When Mama Zhang knocked on the door, Qiao Mian happily agreed without thinking too much.

Yu Beibei hung up the phone, put the phone on the table, hung his head and did not speak.

A pale hand put away his mobile phone, with a skilled intimacy in his voice, "Bebe, don't think about it, you are not suitable to be friends with him."

Yu Beibei has lost a lot of weight. The fat on the round face that was originally similar to Qiao Mian has gone down, the chin has become sharper, and the eyebrows and eyes are not the same. They are always raised happily like before, but now they are just drooping. , there is no superfluous expression.

The time after class is always noisy, Mo Jin's voice is very soft, but I don't know if it is a problem with the sound quality, but Yu Beibei can hear it more clearly in this noisy environment.

"Qiao Mian was originally a noble young master. His boyfriend, the people around him are not dragons and phoenixes, who can't be counted. Only you, Beibei, are different."

"Children from ordinary families and children from the upper class have their own barriers. If it wasn't because you couldn't recognize yourself and kept pestering Qiao Mian, how could it have caused him to go to the hospital? And how could it have caused Bo Liming to disappear for so long ..."

Mo Jin's voice was cold, "Your character itself is problematic, but you just don't realize it. You see, this is a living lesson. Both of them were punished for getting along with you, but you, the instigator, didn't notice anything. No damage, Beibei, it's time for you to make amends..."

Yu Beibei pinched his fingers anxiously, feeling cold all over his body. He muttered to himself, "I know...I was wrong...it's all my fault..."

Mo Jin slightly hooked his lips, and there was a pitiful smile on his pale face, "Good boy, it's good to know you're wrong..."