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

"Come to the company? Why does he think that it's only when you come out?" Bo Liming frowned impatiently, "Let him rest at home."

Mama Zhang pretended not to hear, "Alright young master, then I'll send Mianmian to the car."

After hanging up the phone, Bo Liming picked up his coat, got up, and walked outside.

In the morning, the sky was still fine and fine, but in the afternoon it was cloudy, and the wind was blowing again.

The driver's car was parked in front of Huatian Entertainment. As soon as he opened the door, Qiao Mian looked up and saw Bo Liming standing at the door. He quickly waved his little hand and ran towards Bo Liming.

Bo Liming frowned slightly, and took two quick steps to catch the person who was in his arms, "There is still a child in my stomach, and he doesn't look stable at all."

The words in his mouth were serious, but he hurriedly put on the clothes that had been hanging around his wrists on Qiao Mian, took him into his arms, and went upstairs to protect him.

Qiao Mian's voice was brisk: "Bo Liming, have you been waiting for me?"

"Qiao Mian, can you change the habit of daydreaming?" Bo Liming took his hand into the elevator, "Why do you think I'm waiting for you outside?"

Hearing these words, Qi Lu quietly rolled her eyes behind her.

As the elevator doors closed, some curious gazes were interrupted.

On the first day Mr. Bo came to the company, he cleared out the fresh-keeping cabinet in the CEO's office. In addition, Qiao Mian and Mr. Bo hadn't come to the company for a long time. It was widely rumored that they were beaten with sticks. There is no hope of marrying into a wealthy family, and she has completely fallen out of favor.

Who knew it would come back today.

After entering the office, Bo Liming went to pour water for him. In a blink of an eye, he was already sitting on the president's chair and circling around, with his two calves dangling there, as if he had returned to his own home.

Seeing him finish pouring the water, he stretched out two small hands and waved, motioning him to bring the water over.

It is more ancestor than ancestor.

Waiting for him to serve.

Bo Liming put the water glass on the table, "You sit here, will you approve the documents?"

"I can't do it." Qiao Mian quickly waved her hand, slid off the chair, and stood beside her.

As soon as Bo Liming sat down, the little thing climbed up his legs, lifted his buttocks and sat on the heels of his thighs, leaned against his arms, and took small sips from the water glass.

Seeing that Bo Liming didn't respond, Qiao Mian's lips parted from the rim of the water glass, and she turned her head sideways, "Will I be blocking you by sitting like this? Do you want me to sit facing you?"

A pair of big hands brushed his face away, "If you want to sit on my lap, don't talk."

Qiao Mian said "Oh", and obediently leaned into Bo Liming's arms. Bo Liming held him with one hand and flipped through the documents with the other.

As if sitting uncomfortable, Qiao Mian twisted her buttocks, and suddenly said softly, "Your heart beats so fast!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly put down his cup and put his ear on Bo Liming's heart, "It's really fast, are you sick?"

The hand covered his face and also blocked his sight, "Shut up."

The face under the palm moved, something wet and soft stuck to his palm, like a light kiss, "Bo Liming, your hands are so big~"

Bo Liming's face, which was always calm and self-sustaining, flushed slightly, but he suddenly had a physiological reaction when he was teased by the other party.

He tried to calm down, "Qiao Mian, did you come to the office to mess around like this before? Am I just spoiling you like this?"

The little face under the palm is soft, and it will move in the palm of the hand when speaking, and the voice is extraordinarily righteous: "How could it be? Is this nonsense?" Bo Liming?

The little hand groped and pressed somewhere under his crotch, and then began to pull his zipper with his fingers, speaking in a voice like a little goblin who would kill him, "Bo Liming, the next thing can be regarded as nonsense..."

Bo Liming quickly pressed his hand again to prevent him from really untying his belt here.

Qiao Mian continued to provoke him: "Have you forgotten what the two of us did here before?"

Bo Liming frowned slightly upon hearing this.

The relationship between him and Qiao Mian is not very clear in his mind, it seems to be broken pieces and cannot be connected together.

He only knew that Qiao Mian was recruited by the people below to please him, but he didn't quite know how the other party tried to please him.

He always had some negative emotions towards Qiao Mian in his heart, but every time he met a real person, every time he faced him, these emotions would be suppressed.

He knew that Qiao Mian was not good, he knew that he loved money, he knew that he had small thoughts... But even so, he couldn't connect the person in front of him with the person in his memory, and he couldn't say he hated it.

Memory and reality seem to be separated.

This is so unreal.

Qiao Mian pulled his hand down, slipped it from his lap, took out a small key, bent down and opened the drawer, took out some rubber products from it and stuffed them into Bo Liming's hand, "Look, Bo Liming, you Let it go, this is called nonsense!"

Looking at the condom in his palm, Bo Liming was silent for two seconds.

Just at this time, Qi Lu called, "Mr. Bo, Lu Congyuan is here, can you let him in?"

Qiao Mian stretched her head over, "Let him in."

Qiao Mian took a quick look outside, then turned around and looked directly into Bo Liming's eyes, her round eyes blinked slyly twice, like a little fox with malicious intentions, "Bo Liming, do you want to know what nonsense is?"

The next second, there was a knock on the door, and Qiao Mian got under the table hole.

The sound of the door opening completely covered the sound of the belt buckle being unbuttoned. Bo Liming paused, sat up straight, took a document and placed it on the edge of the table, completely covering the people below.

The table is very high, and there is a baffle outside, which blocks the view from the opposite side.

Lu Congyuan was still a little cautious when facing Bo Liming, not to mention that Qiao Mian was chasing after him with a stern face, which made him a little worried.

Although the psychiatrist has assured that Bo Liming may recall very little, but he is the protagonist of this book, in other words, he is the son of the plane of this book, and all the luck surrounds him In novels, any tiny possibility can happen.

He had to defend.

Under the table, the zipper of the expensive trousers was unzipped, and a pair of cool little hands seemed to have found a new toy, and they were playing with it.

Bo Liming's fingers on the table slowly tightened: "What's the matter?"

Lu Congyuan: "Mr. Bo, I heard that Young Master Qiao is here?"

Bo Liming glanced at him coldly.

Lu Congyuan realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he quickly changed his tone, "Mr. Bo, you also know that a person like him climbed into your bed just for money..."

The people under the table seemed unhappy when they heard this sentence, so they acted harder, Bo Liming stretched out his hand and pinched his face, signaling the other party to be more honest.

Not far away, Lu Congyuan was still chattering there.

Qiao Mian didn't bother to pay attention to him, anyway, he was just a grasshopper after autumn, and it wouldn't last a few days.

Uncomfortably, he took off the hand that was pinching his chin, parted his rosy upper lips, poked his head forward, and kissed the hideous looking thing that was ready to go.

Bo Liming's face froze, and he sat up straighter.

He didn't seem to have any special expression on his face, but in fact his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

It's one thing to know that you have a little lover, and another thing to do something with this little lover. As for being fucked like this once in the office, in front of others, the flood of thoughts flooding into my mind is uncontrollable. The sense of pleasure and taboo almost destroys one's sanity.

Who did he learn this little thing from?Has he ever done it to someone else?

It's just that this bit of guessing was instantly wiped out, the hand that was placed on the report was already clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of the wide hand were bulging, as if he had endured it to the extreme.

Lu Congyuan who was standing opposite didn't realize it, and kept saying bad things about Qiao Mian, as if saying one more word would make Bo Liming believe more.

After all, the expression of Bo Liming he was observing was getting more and more serious. It seems that Qiao Mian won't have a good fruit to eat when he returns home from work today.

The kneeling man made a swallowing movement, the tip of his tongue and his teeth brushed across the top, soft and dangerous at the same time. The person in front of him wanted to swallow the other party in one gulp.

Lu Congyuan saw that Bo Liming was only thinking deeply but didn't speak, so he poured out the bad words, and finally came to a conclusion: "Mr. Bo, you must not be deceived by him, young people nowadays can sell themselves for money, or The boss can do anything."

Bo Liming didn't care to listen to him at all, but Qiao Mian under the table got angrier the more he listened.

Lu Congyuan is so annoying, he is such a stinky piece of shit that you can't get rid of, it will be bad luck when you see him.

The watery eyeballs rolled around, and Qiao Mian's head moved back, her voice was tender and soft: "It's so big~"

A clear and depressing voice rang out in the office, which was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

These words sounded like a bolt from the blue in Lu Congyuan's mind.

Why didn't Qiao Mian leave?

Where is he?

so big?

what big

what are they doing ? ?

Lu Congyuan's face turned red quickly, and he stammered: "Bo, Mr. Bo..."

Bo Liming squeezed Qiao Mian's face with his big hands, then raised his eyelids, and looked at Lu Congyuan, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and his cold eyes narrowed slightly: "Why don't you hurry up?"

Seeing Lu Congyuan slumped, Qiao Mian's eyes crooked as she smiled, and continued to add fuel to the flames: "Um...Mianmian can't swallow anymore..."

Bo Liming pressed his mouth to prevent him from continuing to talk nonsense.

Lu Congyuan's face was red and white, and he couldn't hold back his fake smile. He lowered his head, hiding the deep hatred in his eyes.

Turning around and walking out, he paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, and his voice was vicious: "Mr. Bo, I forgot to mention just now. Mr. Qiao from Shenghe Real Estate is here. He wants to see you."