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

A big hand slid up his neck and grabbed his chin, "Oh? What's wrong with me?"

Qiao Mian's eyes were red from crying, like a little rabbit. Just as he was about to say something, another more inexplicable voice came out of his throat.

He had never heard of himself making such a sound, and his body had such a strange reaction. He was so frightened that he dared not speak. He hugged the small pillow tightly with both hands, crying pitifully...

There was a pattering sound outside the window, it seemed that it was raining, and the wind blew the raindrops on the glass, creating a sudden chill.

The light in the bedroom was turned on extremely dimly, not very clearly illuminating the two intertwined figures reflected on the wall, and there were one or two whimpers in soft voices, like a child who was bullied and cried.

Soon there will be another deeper voice to coax him, like whispering, but the voice is too small, and it is almost impossible to hear clearly through the sound of wind and rain outside.

The ink-colored quilt fell to the floor, and the man with a perfect figure got off the bed, bent down and picked up the child again.

The limp arm hung on the man's shoulder, and Qiao Mian's eyes were full of tears, almost stuttering with anger, "You, you lied!"

Bo Liming turned him upside down, and walked towards the bathroom with his arms in his arms.

"Where did I lie to you?"

Qiao Mian pursed her lips, and her eyelashes were covered with tears: "It was clearly agreed that I would eat popping candies!"

The man's chest vibrated, and he laughed lowly: "Didn't I let you eat popping candy?"

Recalling the scene just now, Qiao Mian plunged her head into the bath filled with water, leaving only the back of her head facing Bo Liming, and after she said a word, the water began to bubble up: "Mianmian, don't eat like this. !"

"Hate... not fun... not fun at all..."

The water in the bath splashed onto the floor, and a pair of strong legs stepped into the pool. Holding a hot towel, Bo Liming patiently wiped the face of the angry kid, with a bit of regret in his voice:

"Okay, tomorrow I will tell Mama Zhang to throw away all the popping candies at home."

Qiao Mian really took the bait and raised her head, looked at him pitifully, and grabbed his arm with her two small hands: "Don't throw it away..."

"No."

Bo Liming's attitude was firm, "We Mianmian don't like it, so we should throw it all away, like your favorite popping candy sandwich puffs, and the chocolate popping candy ice cream that I ate two in one sitting today, and I'm not allowed to eat it anymore. "

The kid in the bathtub stared at him angrily, as if daring to speak out, finally waited until Bo Liming turned around to put the towel on the shelf, a soft and angry voice complained in a very low voice : "Bo Liming, what a nuisance!"

Bo Liming turned his head to look at him with raised eyebrows, the kid had an innocent expression on his face again, his two black eyes were wide open, "I didn't hear anything!"

Bo Liming was almost amused by him, he leaned over and pinched his fleshy face: "Little fool who doesn't call himself."

Qiao Mian, who was quietly swearing behind others' backs, was naturally punished again. He cried for half the night and lost his temper. When he was carried out of the bathroom for the last time, he got into the big bed alone, With arms as soft as noodles, he took his favorite doll and placed it between the two of them as a [-]-point line, vowing never to talk to Bo Liming again.

Early the next morning, the biological clock was more punctual than the sunlight outside. When Bo Liming opened his eyes, there was another fluffy head in his arms, and Qiao Mian's favorite doll had already been kicked under the bed by him. disappeared.

There are still a few finger marks on the small arm across his chest. I don't know where he lost control last night and hit harder.

Bo Liming lifted the quilt, looked at him, and frowned slightly.

His skin is tender, and even the slightest touch will leave marks, and if it gets stronger at some point, it will look even more terrifying.

Thinking of the ointment in a certain cabinet, Bo Liming was about to get up to get it, but the person in his arms hugged him even tighter, as if he was upset because he was going to leave, or as if someone humming was buried in his arms Angry little animal.

Bo Liming's heart was so soft that he held the little hand on his shoulder, and gently kissed the back of that hand.

It was a gift from God, and he took it.

……

Because of backache and leg pain, Qiao Mian was ordered to rest at home.

A large number of snacks were delivered to Guanlan Villa in a steady stream, and two new dessert chefs were hired, and several teams of workers also entered the villa. According to Zhang Ma's instructions, they built some buildings at home that children like to pass the time. .

A golden sun hangs in the blue sky, and the ground is clean without any trace of rain last night.

Qiao Mian carried a pack of snacks into the garden, sat on the padded swing, and ate the snacks by herself on the swing.

Si Yu, who was fined to clean the garden because of the previous incident, looked at the dangling figure on the swing, and raised her eyebrows angrily.

She looked around to see if there was no one around, picked up the pot of flowers with iron chopsticks carefully prepared by the gardener, and walked towards Qiao Mian.

"Hi, young master."

Qiao Mian recognized that it was the little maid from that day, and waved "Hello~"

Curious eyes fell on the flower vase, it was already early winter, and there was a sleet last night, but the branches and leaves of the flower vase in her hand were extremely luxuriant, the light yellow stamens and pure white petals were clustered together, even the air There is a refreshing flower fragrance in the middle of the night.

Qiao Mian got off the swing, "These flowers are so beautiful, can I have a look?"

It was the little maid who generously handed it over: "It was carefully cultivated by the gardener. It is resistant to frost and cold. The young master praised it for its beauty, but don't spoil it. After all, it is difficult to cultivate in this season. You are a guest. You are also an outsider, and no one will say anything about you if you break it. When the young master marries a new wife, she will definitely blame us..."

Qiao Mian touched Hua's hand and paused, "What new wife? Who wants to marry the new wife?"

The maid smiled politely, but her words pierced her heart: "If you don't marry the new wife, is it possible to marry you?"

She lowered her voice, "A little fool picked up from a hotel, it's so dirty!"

"It's not dirty! I'm not dirty!" Qiao Mian quickly retorted, with a crisp "crack", the flower fell to the gravel floor and was shattered.

The little maid screamed "Master, don't hurt your hand!" While squatting down to clean up the things on the ground, when she heard the hurried footsteps not far away, she continued to lower her voice: "Master said Did I like you too much? I said I wanted to marry you? But just like these few flowers, they look pretty, but they should be thrown away later. "

The sound of chaotic footsteps came, and Qiao Mian looked a little dazed, staring at the pure white flowers that were still blooming beautifully, but now scattered on the ground.

Someone was anxiously looking at his hands, fearing that he would leave some wounds; someone was scolding the little maid; someone put a coat on him; someone wanted to curry favor and take him back into the room...

Qiao Mian was pushed forward by them, he blinked slowly, turned around and looked at the flowers scattered on the ground together with the soil...

Someone stepped on it, and the delicate and pure white petals left shoe marks and fell into mud.

As if they hadn't seen the bouquet of flowers, those people hurriedly surrounded themselves and stepped on it, one foot after another, the pure white petals were crushed and stained with the black color of the soil...

It's so beautiful, it's a pity that no one has seen it again...

it was abandoned...

……

In the afternoon, Qiao Mian had a fever again. The doctor came to see her and prescribed some medicine. After Qiao Mian took it, her body felt cold. She was covered with a thick quilt and fell asleep again.

He dreamed that Bo Liming was indeed married, the wedding was very grand, the blue lawn was full of guests, and the pink, white and fiery roses almost became an ocean. Bo Liming was wearing a very formal black suit, and standing beside him was a man wearing a white mopping the floor. bride in wedding dress.

He dreamed that he was standing not far away, watching from afar.

The pain in the heart was severe, and the tears kept falling from the eye sockets, and it seemed like it couldn't be stopped.

He dreamed of those few white petals that were trampled to pieces, he was thrown away just like these flowers...

In a daze, he heard Bo Liming's angry voice, he didn't know who he was asking: "He's sick! Why didn't you tell me first!"

"Who was he with at the time?"

"That person again? Why keep her if you don't fire her?"

"You can't take care of a child? What do I feed you for?"

Qiao Mian couldn't help but frowned because of the noise in his ears. The next moment, a big hand gently caressed the center of his brow. The footsteps slowly dissipated, and the whole world became quiet.

He seemed to be nestled in a very warm embrace, a pair of strong arms hugged him tightly, as if they were going to wrap him around his body.

When Qiao Mian woke up, she didn't know what time it was.

Bo Liming kissed his forehead, "Are you awake?"

He raised his head and glanced at Bo Liming. He was not fully awake yet, but the grievance in his heart surged up, as if a child who had been bullied outside finally saw his parents, hugged Bo Liming tightly, and cried softly He said: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Bo Liming... I'll listen to you... If you like... just use popping candy... I'll listen to you..."

"...Woo, don't leave me..."

Bo Liming hugged the person in his arms tightly, and patted his back with his big hands to comfort him, "When did you say you don't want you anymore?"

"She said you will marry a wife...you don't want a wife... oh, you can marry me...I will be obedient..."

The person in his arms trembled from crying, his voice was almost hoarse from crying, and he carefully promised: "I will be very obedient, very obedient..."