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

Bo Liming: "What about you, does your head still hurt?"

"Do not--"

Qiao Mian looked at the other person's eyes away from her body, and turned her dark eyes twice, he was a little uncertain about Bo Liming's attitude.

If he likes himself, but he ran away after getting drunk yesterday...

If he said he didn't like it, he rushed over again when he felt a headache.

Hard to say……

Qiao Mian's voice changed, and she blurted out, "No—it's really painful!"

Bo Liming glanced at him, "I can't drink so much and I'm lucky to be with me, if I meet other people with bad intentions..."

Qiao Mian: Hehe.

You have the nerve to say it.

For whom did I get myself drunk.

Qiao Mian raised her head, and her voice was soft, trying to attract the other person's attention, "Bo Liming, check to see if I have a fever."

As he spoke, he took his hand and placed it on his forehead.

The palm on the forehead was hot, as if it was pressed against a small stove, "Bo Liming, your hands are so hot."

Bo Liming's finger resting on the other's forehead bent, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but roll again.

Qiao Mian held up the mineral water bottle, "Bo Liming, are you thirsty?"

Bo Liming took it, raised his head slightly, and took a sip. Qiao Mian watched the other person's swallowing movements, and couldn't help swallowing her saliva——

Why was he so confused by lard in the past, he couldn't see Bo Liming's goodness!

The 26-year-old man has long lost the immaturity of a young man. He is mature and restrained, strong and gentle. When he meets his beloved, the indifferent sharpness will be replaced by lingering pampering, covering him lightly.

Qiao Mian looked at him, and liked him more and more. Bo Liming looked back at his staring eyes, thinking that he was thirsty too, so he handed him some water.

Qiao Mian stared at the mouth of the bottle, her face slowly turning red.

His saliva... didn't even wipe it off... and handed it to Bo Liming...

The other party also drank...

Not only drank it, but also handed it back to him...

If I take another sip by myself, this back-and-forth drinking method will no longer be a deep kiss...

Qiao Mian blushed and shook her head, "I'm not thirsty."

When he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, the heat on Qiao Mian's face also faded away. He was only concerned with selling miserably at Bo Liming's place and pretending to be pitiful. When he looked up and saw the sign hanging high in the hospital, he came back to his senses.

The Qiao family would not allow him to come to such a place.

Regardless of whether it is a public hospital or a private hospital, as long as it is possible to reveal the secrets of Qiao's family and let others know, he cannot go.

If you usually have a headache and brain fever, just ask a private doctor to come and have a look.

For others, the hospital is a place to heal and save people, but to Qiao Mian, it is a place where his father can find a reason to be angry.

Thinking of Qiao's father's tyrannical temper, Qiao Mian panicked. He glanced at the hospital's gate, and gently tugged at Bo Liming's sleeve, "Bo Liming, I don't feel any pain anymore."

He raised his face, the black eyes on his plain face were full of worry, and his words were full of begging, "Bo Liming...I'm hungry...let's go eat..."

Looking at the change in his attitude, Bo Liming was a little confused, "Mianmian, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Mian shook her head, "Bo Liming...I'm hungry..."

There was a little panic in the eyes of the little man in front of him, as if this building was not a hospital, but some scourge that might bring him disaster.

"go to eat."

Bo Liming touched his head, trying to calm him down, "What would Mianmian want to eat?"

It wasn't until sitting in the dining room that Qiao Mian's heart sank.

He was a little annoyed, he had finally met Bo Liming once, and he was about to leave a bad impression on others.

After lunch, Bo Liming sent Qiao Mian back to school. At the school gate, Qiao Mian put her fingers on Bo Liming's sleeve, "Bo Liming, thank you for being with me today."

"Then...Bo Liming, do you have anything else to tell me?"

Bo Liming coughed, and Lao Li excused himself to get out of the car to buy a cigarette and left.

For a while, only the two of them were left in the car.

It would be better when there was one more person, but looking at it now, there is some ambiguous undercurrent in it.

Bo Liming stepped out with one leg, stretched it by Qiao Mian's side, leaned towards him, and put his arm behind Qiao Mian's head, "Mianmian..."

He dragged his tune and lowered his head.

Viewed from behind, the man with broad shoulders and straight back seemed to be squeezing the boy inside into his arms.

Bo Liming calmed down, "Mianmian... want to hear what I have to say?"

The magnetic sound exploded in his ears, and Qiao Mian's fiery breath hit the side of his face. His hands and feet fluttered, and his eyelashes fluttered extremely fast, like a butterfly in the wind and rain.

The little kitten who secretly teased Bo Liming before seemed to be so ashamed, put away its little paws that were poking out, and stopped safely in Bo Liming's arms, even the pinnae of its ears were red, and the voice was soft, "I ……I……"

Shy and nervous, with a blushing face, she couldn't even speak clearly.

Bo Liming let out a "hmm", with a rising sound at the end, as if he was holding a hook, and gently flung it out.

The beautiful little hook drew an arc, and a small dried fish hung from the tip of the hook, gently hanging in front of the little milk cat.

The little milk cat in his arms wrung together nervously, soft and soft, "Bo Liming..."

Bo Liming leaned forward again, and the light-colored fluffy little head in front of him almost fell into his embrace.

"Mianmian...do you want me to remind you?"

Qiao Mian nodded hastily, "I want...you...you say..."

The man smiled lightly, and the laughter lingered in Qiao Mian's ears. He couldn't help but nodded a little, but when he saw the man's shoulder, he didn't dare to look up any further.

This was the embrace he had been leaning on for five years, and these arms had once held him tightly, calling his name in a tender voice.

His cheeks were hot, as if a fire was burning in his heart, trying to ignite his whole body and melt into the opponent's arms.

Bo Liming took time to think back, "Last night, a kid who drank too much said that he was still single..."

"It's a lie to say that I have a boyfriend..."

His voice became lower and lower, like a lover's babbling, resounding in Qiao Mianmian's ears, "He also said... I will become his husband sooner or later..."

Qiao Mian slammed her head against Bo Liming's chest with a "slap".

At this moment, not only his face was hot, but his whole body seemed to be on fire.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

What stupid things did he say!

Shame to death, shame to death, shame to death!

Bo Liming will die laughing!

Bo Liming lowered his eyes, smiled dotingly, and wrapped his arms in his arms, "So... kid Mianmian, are you serious?"