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

Qiao Mian shook her head, "It's been two years, and I still haven't remembered it. I'm starting to wonder if sister Qi Lu said those words to comfort me."

"Do you think it makes any difference?" Jing Xia took the ring in Yu Beibei's palm, "It's enough to love you and treat you well. One gift a week, our Boss really deserves to be a role model in love."

In Bo Liming's eyes, Qiao Mian is the little canary who forsakes everything for love and abandons everything to follow him.

Young, beautiful, well-behaved, but love money.

So ever since the relationship was confirmed, Bo Liming would always coax him with this way of "giving him a valuable gift every week".

Qiao Mian tried to explain, and also tried to resist, but the other party always looked at her with that "well, don't refuse, I know you like it".

It seems that when Bo Liming first came back, his image of loving money was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that when the two of them had intimate contact, in the middle of the process, Bo Liming would stop, touch the phone and start transferring money.

Listening to the voice broadcast of the account, Qiao Mian always felt that the relationship between the two of them was weird, as if they were playing a role that would be severely punished by the police...

And that Bo Liming who used to watch his performance off the stage, that Bo Liming who walked out of school with his back on his back, that Bo Liming who kept a freezer of snacks in his office, that Bo Liming who went to danger alone when he was in danger, and that Bo Liming who was there for him Bo Liming, who has arranged all the escape routes, has been submerged in the torrent of time, only he remembers...

When he came back to his senses, Bo Liming had already walked back and sat beside him.

Qiao Mian leaned against him, thinking about it.

If I don’t remember, I don’t remember, and now I’m fine and happy.

Bo Sichen came over holding a small biscuit "thump, thump, thump", lay on his knees, and stretched out his small arms on his toes, and sent it to Qiao Mian's mouth: "Papa..."

Just as Qiao Mian opened her mouth to bite, Bo Sichen ran over again, holding the biscuit and force-feeding him to Xu Guannan.

After feeding Xu Guannan, Bo Sichen turned his head and took a step and wanted to go back to get some biscuits, but suddenly realized what was going on, made a movement in the other direction, and shouted loudly: "Brother~~~"

After a while, Xiao Lingsui was holding a biscuit, and the deliveryman ran over like a "da da da da" and handed it to the big brother who convinced him.

Bo Sichen continued to force-feed Ning Ke to Yu Beibei from Ning Ke.

Gu Yaodong winked at Bo Liming: "See? Beauty comes first, our little snail fans don't even care about you as a real father, these are all his 'wives'..."

Bo Sichen blinked his eyes, and instructed Gu Lingsui to go back to get some biscuits, and began to feed the remaining three biological and godfathers who were not suitable to be wives.

The adults laughed together, and after feeding the last Jingxia, Gu Yaodong smiled and hugged Gu Lingsui and put him on his lap: "Look how tired my eldest son is, the domineering president asked your brother to do it, what a tiring job Let our brother do it all..."

Jingxia hugged the one and a half year old future overlord Bo Sichen, pointed at Lingxi in Yu Beibei's arms and Lingsui in Gu Yaodong's arms: "You don't want a wife, you don't like these two?"

Bao Sichen twisted his body to want Ning Ke to hug him, and imitated Ning Ke's words: "I'm not interested in little brats..."

The room suddenly burst into laughter.

The wind blowing outside the window was stronger, and the snowflakes fell one after another, shining brightly, creating a world wrapped in silver light.

When it is coldest, of course you should eat hot pot.

The three children were still not hungry, so they were taken to the indoor playground by the servants and nanny.

Inside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, on the round table in the restaurant, there is a huge pure copper nine-square grid hot pot, steaming hot, gurgling and cooking ingredients.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is already a thick layer of snow on the lawn and garden, only the hills in the distance can still see some blue-gray mountains, but I am afraid that if it falls for a while, this hill will also turn into a small snow mountain up.

The very Chinese-style beer crashed into the glass, and the yellow beer was covered with a layer of dense foam.

Bo Liming held the prawns for Qiao Mian, Gu Yaodong finally learned to peel the prawns for Xu Guannan, Ning Ke blew the small bowl of cow brains that had just been airlifted over half an hour ago, and handed it to his side who was arguing with Yu Beibei. Jing Xia, who has the worse drinking capacity?

At the point of fighting, Yu Beibei waved the crab legs without peeling them, and raised the wine glass, "Come on, empty talk, let's start!"

Gu Yaodong didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so he changed the two people to white wine, mixed beer and white wine, and after a few glasses of wine, Jing Xia's face turned suspiciously red.

But the big man will naturally not admit defeat, and he said that drinking is fast, but in fact, he is far away from drunk, Yu Beibei nodded persistently: "Everyone, be a witness, this time drinking and getting down, Mr. You still have to call me Brother Beibei!"

There was a burst of tacit laughter at the dinner table, Jingxia stuttered because of the incident with the island last time, and became more competitive, Ning Ke patted him on the back gently while eating, as if forever Caring.

After drinking for three rounds, everyone's smiling eyebrows and eyes were stained with drunkenness. Xu Guannan's neck was even red, and he said to himself: "Isn't it beer? Why do I still get a little heady after drinking..."

Gu Yaodong hugged him intimately, "Maybe it's been a long time since I've had a drink, and I'm a little unaccustomed to it, but it'll be fine if I get used to it..."

As he spoke, he quietly hid the replaced wine glass aside.

Qiao Mian secretly drank a few sips of beer mixed with liquor, her little head was a little dizzy, she snuggled up to Bo Liming, and whispered, "Brother Li Ming..."

Bo Liming hugged his shoulders, lowered his head and said softly, "What's wrong?"

"hot……"

After saying hello to Ning Ke, who was the only one who was awake, Bo Liming took Qiao Mian out to get some air.

The chilly wind came blowing towards Qiao Mian's face, and instantly took away all the heat from Qiao Mian's body. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was at work, or something hot was burning in her heart...

He raised his head, grabbed Bo Liming's shirt, and tiptoed to kiss his lips, his voice was a little drunk, delicate and soft: "Husband..."

Bo Liming put one arm around his waist and supported his head with the other to prevent him from bumping into the pillar behind him, and kissed his lips like a dragonfly.

The cold wind is howling outside, and only when the two of them are hugging each other is it hot. He seems to be more than satisfied with such a small touch. Delicate and sweet...

Qiao Mian put her arms around Bo Liming's neck, and gradually fell from the original initiative to the disadvantaged, passively accepting the other's fiery and possessive kiss...

The curled eyelashes trembled, showing a bit of unbearable fragility, and the moist pupils were covered with a layer of mist. When he inadvertently glanced at the servants rushing past the corridor elsewhere, a trace of shyness flashed in his heart. Buried in Bo Liming's arms, "Someone...don't be here..."

Walking through the long and straight carved corridors, avoiding groups of busy servants, there are fluttering snowflakes in hand, and the person hanging on the tip of his heart is in sight...

The moment the door was closed, Bo Liming held the person in his arms against the door, leaned over and kissed him...

This scene seems to have happened a long time ago...

A few clips flashed through his mind from time to time, Bo Liming kissed the person obediently curled up in his arms forgetfully, couldn't help but think...

It seems that at some point in the past, such a similar scene happened...

His friends were having a feast, but he took a child by the hand and slipped out quietly, dodging the crowd like cheating?

Is it the golden sandy beach, the soft moonlight, the salty sea breeze, the boy hiding in his arms and bearing him carefully?

Clothes fell to the ground one by one, and the slender and fragile boy's snow-colored body fell into the light golden mattress, with a layer of light pink on his cheeks, always shy and holy...

When Bo Liming leaned over to press on him, he heard his own voice, which sounded like it was uncontrollable, and it seemed to coincide with the voice in his mind:

"Honey, I'm going to unwrap the present..."

……

The person on the bed was extremely tired. When I reached out to touch his face, I just muttered a few words softly, and fell into a sweet dream again...

Such a small one lay obediently under the quilt, snuggling up to him.

Seems like it's always been like this...

That's how it should have been...

Bo Liming's eyes were deep, recalling the past few years after being hypnotized, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the faces of the people around him.

He must be terrified.

The person next to the pillow came back, but he didn't remember him, and even pushed him away so cruelly when he rushed over...

He is so timid, he must be afraid of breaking...

The person on the bed moved his head, and moved his body closer together, with his two thin arms wrapped around him, calling him softly, as if talking in sleep: "Husband..."

Bo Liming hugged him into his arms, took his small hand and kissed him on the lips, then patted his back lightly with his big hand, coaxing the person in his arms: "My husband is here."

He almost didn't shield his baby.

He held it in his palm, the precious treasure that was loved by thousands of people, and was almost about to be broken by himself.

Fortunately, his Mianmian is always strong and smart, always sincere and lovely, can always easily grasp his heart, and will always be unswervingly by the side of that bad self...

Otherwise, on the day when he regained his memory, he suddenly found himself alone, and found that his treasure was alone outside against those wind, frost, knives and snow...

I'm afraid I'm going crazy...

With red eyes, the man lowered his head and kissed the obediently obedient person in his arms, as if he was afraid that if the force was too heavy, he would wake him up, frighten him, or break him.

His Mian Mian, don't suffer any more...