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

Zhang Ma didn't even have time to close the door tightly, she hurried around the two of them and walked from the corridor to the direction of the stairs, but Bo Liming remained silent, and there was no special expression on his face.

Qiao Mian stretched her head to look in Zhang Ma's direction, and then glanced at Bo Liming, her voice was clear and crisp: "Why are your ears red?"

The corridor was already silent, and the voice fell down with a bit of innocence. Mama Zhang's footsteps became more and more hurried, and she wished she could fly to the first floor in the next second.

Bo Liming pinched Qiao Mian's face, the lips under the tiger's mouth were pouted softly, like a delicate little goldfish, Bo Liming embraced Qiao Mian's shoulders, and quickly shoved him into the room.

Bo Liming's hand had the same pleasant smell as his body, Qiao Mian couldn't help sticking out his little tongue to lick it, and the other party quickly let go of his face as if he had been electrocuted.

A small face regained its freedom. Qiao Mian unscrewed the cap of the popping candy again, tilted her chin and poured it into her mouth. There was another rustling sound in the silent room.

He turned his head and saw a small box on the bedside table, so he walked over by himself. After a while, when Bo Liming came back from the bathroom after washing up, he saw Qiao Mian tearing open a square box the size of a palm. I took out a round rubber product from the packaging bag, and shook it off with my hands, pinching the strange pointed thing under the cylindrical shape and looking at Bo Liming, the voice of the closed mouth was a little unclear : "What is this?"

Bo Liming: "..."

For a moment, Bo Liming didn't know what expression to put on. He drank too much that night, and it was a real skin-to-skin date with Qiao Mian. He didn't use these things, and it was normal if he didn't know each other.

Thinking of this, he quickly walked towards the figure under the bedside lamp.

Before Qiao Mian could figure it out, she pinched his little hand with her big hand and pulled him to the trash basket, "Throw it in."

Qiao Mian was obedient, and when she let go of her hand, the thing fell down.

His thumb and index finger kept the original pinching motion, looked up at Bo Liming, swallowed what was in his mouth, and pouted slightly: "Uncomfortable..."

Bo Liming took him to the bathroom to wash his hands, then took him to the bedside, glanced at the pile of things carefully prepared by Zhang Ma on the bedside table, and threw them all into the trash can.

"It's not clean, don't touch these things in the future."

Qiao Mian didn't ask why, looked at her wiped fingers, and lifted her clothes to get rid of her shirt.

The slender waist was shining under the light, like a piece of soft and flawless jade.

Bo Liming didn't see it at a glance, the person standing in front of him took off his upper body clothes, he turned around and folded the clothes, leaving only a thin back for Bo Liming, the beautiful butterfly bones were exquisitely carved, like flapping wings A butterfly about to fly.

On the waist that can be held with one hand, there are still traces left from last night, and the warm yellow light hits, ambiguous and hazy.

Bo Liming was afraid that he would take off his pants again, so he quickly pulled him over and wrapped his upper body with a small blanket: "What do you want to do?"

The kid's expression was pure and innocent, obedient and clever: "You wrinkled my clothes last night and tore them for me. If you don't take them off, they will be broken again..."

Bo Liming pointed to the cloakroom with the words of blame stuck in his throat, "Mom Zhang probably put your pajamas in the cloakroom, go change them before you come out."

Qiao Mian ran to the cloakroom again with her calves. After a while, a head poked out from the door of the cloakroom: "Then who..."

It was the first time that Bo Liming was casually called "that who" subconsciously looked at the empty room around him, and then realized that the other party was calling him.

The little head behind the door was put back again, and rustling sounds came from the room. After a while, Qiao Mian changed into her pajamas and walked over with her calves.

He was already immature, but he changed into a navy-style pajamas. The pajama pants were short and only went down a little to the middle of the thighs, revealing pink knees and dazzling white calves.

Qiao Mian squeezed between his legs without seeing anything, pulling his tie with her two small hands, blinking her watery eyes, "What's your name?"

"You don't know my name, so you dare to sleep with me?"

The little hand unconsciously rubbed his tie, and replied slowly: "You dragged me into the room..."

"That day, I just ran away from home, and I was going to eat..."

"You pulled me, you kissed me, you locked me in the room..."

"Then you're not afraid of me?"

Qiao Mian raised her eyes and glanced at him, "I'm afraid at night, but not during the day."

Bo Liming: "But it's night."

Qiao Mian pouted slightly, and muttered softly with lingering fear, "Oh..."

He lowered his head, his red lips were a little frustrated, his fingertips were wrapped around the tie, and he slowly put his little head on his shoulder, "Then can you be lighter, Mianmian is sitting and watching cartoons today. Sometimes my butt hurts a little..."

"Since you're scared, why don't you sleep by yourself?"

The person in his arms shook his head, moved his fingers away from his tie, and wrapped them around his neck, warm breath on his Adam's apple, and said softly, "Mianmian likes you..."

Bo Liming couldn't understand such a sudden and violent liking, but it was a good thing to be liked.

Besides, although he was a little stupid, but he was well-behaved and obedient, and he didn't make me hate him.

Bo Liming touched his head, "Okay, go wash up, it's time to sleep."

Before going to sleep, she finally found out Bo Liming's name. Qiao Mian kissed Bo Liming on the face with a "slap", and obediently retracted into the quilt, only her small head was exposed, with a sweet smile: "Good night, Bo Liming~"

Bo Liming said "Yes", "If I find you kicking the quilt, grabbing the quilt, sleeping all over the bed, snoring, grinding your teeth and talking in your sleep in the middle of the night, I will throw you out."

Qiao Mian stretched out a hand to assure him, "No, I sleep well~"

In the second half of the night, Bo Liming had a dream of being entangled by vine spirits. When he opened his eyes in the morning, the little thing that promised to sleep well last night was indeed hanging on his body with both hands and feet.

After finally getting him down, he just sat up when the other person hugged his waist again against the heat source, calling him softly: "Bo Liming...Bo Liming..."

When Bo Liming moved, he began to moan and cry, as if he was unwilling to part with himself, and also like a small animal that was abandoned by others.

Glancing at the phone it was still early, Bo Liming sighed, lay down and hugged him in his arms, "Go to sleep."

Qiao Mian opened her sleepy eyes to look at him, then hugged him tightly again, and fell asleep again.

This morning he got up three times as soon as he got up, and finally seeing that it was getting late, Bo Liming became ruthless, took him out of his arms, packed up and went downstairs.

"Master, let's eat first."

"It's too late, don't eat."

The driver, Lao Li, glanced at his phone. This was the first time Boss was late since he went to work. It seemed that having a little lover was really a big deal. No matter who he was, he couldn't hold back his heart even if he had soft jade in his arms.

At 10:00 in the morning, Bo Liming got out of the elevator and saw Qiao Mian obediently sitting on a chair in the lobby.

It became cold overnight in City A. Today he was wearing a pure white down jacket, the high zipper was pulled up to his chin, half of his face was tucked into the collar of the down jacket, and he didn't know what package he was holding in his arms. Strict stuff.

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the hall, the place where he sat was too close to the door, and there were people coming and going, so the heat couldn't be kept at all.

Seeing that Bo Liming's face darkened instantly when he came down from the elevator, the sharp-eyed front desk staff felt bad for a moment, and followed Bo Liming's line of sight to look over.

More than an hour ago, this kid came to the company and said he wanted to see Mr. Bo, but he couldn't identify himself, didn't have an appointment, and his reaction was a bit slow, as if he wasn't very smart.

They didn't take it seriously, they said a few perfunctory words, and their attitude was not polite, so they asked him to wait in the lobby. They didn't expect him to really wait until now.

The staff at the front desk were uneasy. After seeing Bo Liming walking towards the child quickly, his heart sank instantly.

Qiao Mian was looking down at the new shoes that Zhang Ma asked him to put on. A pair of spotless high-end leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of him, and then there were well-cut and expensive suit trousers...

He raised his face, a look of joy appeared on his palm-sized face, "Bo Liming~"

"Why did you come here?"

"Auntie said you didn't eat~" Qiao Mian shook the thermos box in her hand, "I'm here to bring you food~"

"Who sent you here? Why don't you go up?"

Before Qiao Mian could answer, seeing Qiao Mian's frozen red fingertips, Bo Liming lost his patience, grabbed his hand, and led him back towards the elevator.

When passing by the front desk, Bo Liming glanced over there coldly, his sharp jaw line was tense, full of displeasure: "There is no second time."

The front desk staff was sweating coldly on his brow, and watched respectfully as the not-so-smart child was led up to the elevator by Boss Boss.

Qi Lu glanced at the several supervisors who followed down, and then at the closed elevator doors, and silently postponed the activity.

The heater in the CEO's office was fully turned on, and the temperature of the air conditioner was also turned up. Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Bo Liming watched Qiao Mian happily bring out all the meals in the insulated box and put them in front of him. The chopsticks were handed over, "Here~"

He wanted to say that there was no need to bring food to him, but following Qiao Mian's cheering face, he couldn't continue, so he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Qiao Mian looked at him with her face up for a while, then suddenly let out a small "ah" as if remembering something, then unzipped the down jacket, and took out from her bosom a jacket wrapped in plastic bags layer after layer. round things.

His movements were a bit clumsy, but his expression was exceptionally focused. He untied things layer by layer, and at the end, there was a small pile of peeled and fried chestnuts held in his palm.

"Auntie asked me to eat it on the road. It was so sweet and sweet. I didn't want to eat it, so I peeled it off and gave it to you~"

Holding it in both hands, Qiao Mian put the plastic bag devoutly in front of Bo Liming, "It's so delicious~I'll give it to you~"