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

Bo Liming supported his wobbly shoulders, and gave a soft "hmm".

Qiao Mian pursed her lips, aggrieved, "Bo Liming...do you not like me anymore..."

"Mianmian, you drank too much."

Looking at him, Qiao Mian's eyes slowly turned red, as if tears would roll down from her eyes just by blinking.

"I know...you don't like me anymore..."

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he became, tears fell down like broken beads, "You don't want me anymore..."

"I like you, I like you." Bo Liming sighed, and wiped away his tears distressedly, "What can I do with you..."

"When I like you, you hate me..."

"When I decided to stay away from you, you came to provoke me again..."

"Qiao Mian, do you still remember that you have a boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Qiao Mian muttered softly, "He's not my boyfriend..."

He wiped away the tears himself, and looked at Bo Liming angrily, because he was drunk, his face was crimson drunk, and his eyelashes were wetted by tears into clusters.

He said fiercely: "Bo Liming, he is not my boyfriend! If you talk about it again, I will be angry!"

"Okay, okay, not your boyfriend."

Bo Liming supported his shoulder with one hand, and poured a glass of water for him with the other, "Drink this water first."

Qiao Mian obediently held the water glass, drank it proudly, and placed the glass heavily on the table. The porcelain cup hit the table and made a crisp sound.

Afraid of hurting his hand, Bo Liming quickly grabbed his little paw, "But when I was chasing you before, you said that Lu Congyuan is your boyfriend."

Qiao Mian raised her head, with a complacent drunkenness on her face, "You're so stupid, I lied to you!"

Bo Liming: "..."

Qiao Mian suddenly lowered her voice, leaned close to Bo Liming's ear, and said mysteriously, "Bo Liming, you will become my husband sooner or later..."

The warm breath with the aroma of red wine, following the words spoken by the other party, rushed to Bo Liming's ears one after another. Bo Liming's body was slightly stiff, and the hand holding the other's shoulder could not help but become heavier.

what did he say?

Bo Liming's always cold and calm eyes deepened, will he become his husband?

Taking advantage of this time, Qiao Mian climbed onto him with hands and feet, and rested her head softly on Bo Liming's shoulder, and yawned, "Bo Liming..."

He acted like a baby in a soft tone, rubbing his hairy head on Bo Liming's shoulder, "I'm so sleepy..."

Bo Liming hurriedly supported his waist, with a thin layer of cotton home clothes under his palms, his warm body covered him softly.

The skin on the palm was on fire, and Qiao Mian gasped and lightly threw herself on his shirt, pouring another bucket of oil on it.

The 26-year-old tree, standing straight and straight, closed its eyes tightly, its hands were not hands, and its feet were not feet. Bo Liming, who had always been stable, was in a panic and didn't know what to do.

His mouth was parched and his body screamed.

The person on Piansheng was drunk and dishonest, and said delicately, "Bo Liming... hug me to sleep..."

Bo Liming held his waist with one hand, and poured himself a glass of water with the other hand, pouring it down with a "gudong gudong".

He bent down and picked her up. Qiao Mian, who was in her early 170s, bent her knees and curled up in his arms. She was a small one, and she was very cute.

Fortunately, the bedroom door was not screwed tightly, and it opened with a slight push.

Bo Liming put him on the bed, took off his shoes, and pulled the quilt to cover him.

Qiao Mian turned around uncomfortably, and nearly rolled onto the bed, but Bo Liming caught her quickly with his quick eyesight, and lifted the quilt again, hugging him in the middle.

Qiao Mian opened her eyes in a daze, and took Bo Liming's hand, "Bo Liming..."

"Ah."

The person on the bed seemed to be talking in sleep: "This time... I will protect you..."

Bo Liming gave a soft "hmm".

Qiao Mian didn't speak anymore, her eyelids were closed heavily, her breathing gradually became steady, and she fell asleep.

Bo Liming took his palm out of his fingers, and gently smoothed the chestnut hair on his forehead, his eyes were gentle, "Mianmian, don't lie to me."

Early the next morning, the alarm clock rang "buzzing". Qiao Mian got up from the bed and rubbed her face.

His mind was dizzy, he patted his little head, and pressed the alarm clock again.

Bo Liming...

I drank too much with Bo Liming last night...

Qiao Mian blinked her eyes, quickly pulled the collar of the home clothes out, and stretched her head down to look in.

Oh, there are no traces at all.

He stretched his hand into the pajama pants again, and after a while he stretched out his hand again with a stiff face.

Qiao Mian gritted her small white teeth, and patted the quilt resentfully.

"Bo Liming, you can't do it!"

He let out a long "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and buried my face in the quilt, muffled, "I got myself drunk to give you a chance, you can't even grasp it! "

"How dare you like me! Liar!"

"Obviously I didn't have to get drunk in my previous life..." Qiao Mian didn't know what to think, her calf dangling outside the quilt again, her face buried under the quilt turned red.

He touched the phone, and a WeChat message popped up on the screen.

Qiao Mian quickly unlocked it and clicked in, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

[Congyuan: I'm going to school today, do you want to pick you up? 】

go to school?

Qiao Mian checked the time and rushed out to wash up.

In the mirror in the bathroom is a young face, one side of the cheek will bulge when you brush your teeth, fleshy, with a little bit of unmelted baby fat.

The eyes are always watery and shining, revealing the innocence and immaturity of a young man.

In the last life, after the Yanzhaomen incident came out, he became Bo Liming's little lover and never went to school again. At that time, he was only a sophomore in college.

Qiao Mian paused for a moment when she brushed her teeth, but soon resumed.

In other words, at this time, he was only a sophomore.

Fortunately, God gave him a chance to live again, and the biggest tragedy in his previous life did not repeat itself.

He was still that clean and innocent sophomore Qiao Mian, and he could still live a good life.

He wants to cherish.

Qiao Mian quickly washed up, changed another piece of clothes, opened the door and rushed out.

After taking a taxi outside Repulse Bay, Qiao Mian went directly to the Film University. Today is Monday, so we can't be late.

As soon as I got in the car, a new WeChat message was sent.

[Bo Liming: Mianmian, are you up yet? 】

Qiao Mian let out a soft "hum" to express her dissatisfaction, and honestly returned the message.

[Little Qiao must work hard to become stronger: Little Rabbit nods.JPG]

"Mianmian!"

Qiao Mian turned around, and Lu Congyuan rode a mountain bike over and stopped beside him, "Qiao Mian, why didn't you wait for me?"