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

"You don't necessarily have to do what you learn."

The old man took a sip of tea, "When the children graduate, let them join the company to practice."

Putting down the teacup, "I'll talk about the future. Don't keep telling Xing Xing that you will share the work with your father in the future. The child is still young, so don't take it for granted that the company belongs to you alone!"

Jiang Xue touched her nose, smiled embarrassingly, and left.

At dinner time, Father Qiao came back.

Probably because there were more bad things going on at Shenghe Real Estate. After entering the house, Qiao's father still had a dark face. Qiao Mian softly called "Dad". Turning around and leaving like the subordinates of his company or other insignificant people.

Whether it was when we met every day before or once a few weeks after college, he always had this attitude.

Whether he doesn't ask or care, it seems that Qiao Mian is not his son.

After Qiao Mian greeted her, she went back to her room.

His room was on the second floor, and when he opened the door, it was as clean and tidy as ever. Qiao Mian closed the door and jumped on the bed, feeling a little more relaxed.

The atmosphere in this family is too dull, and the oppressive black cloud hangs over him, and he doesn't laugh out loud every day.

No matter how good grandpa is, he can't pester grandpa every minute and every second.Besides, Jiang Xue would be upset if she always appeared beside her grandpa. If she was upset, she should be sarcastic again.

One more thing is worse than one less thing.

Qiao Mian has the self-consciousness of depending on others.

He took out his phone, opened WeChat, and silently clicked into Bo Liming's circle of friends.

The background picture is still included in WeChat, and there is nothing in the circle of friends, it is empty, but it looks a lot like him.

At this point, he might be off work.

Maybe not off work...

Qiao Mian thought to herself, and exited the WeChat interface.

The Bo family has a big business, and the wealth accumulated over several lifetimes has been involved in all walks of life. It is incomparable to a family like the Qiao's who stand on the wind and only rely on real estate to get rich.

Bo Liming... probably busier...

Qiao Mian turned on her phone and started playing match [-] games.

This kind of stand-alone game that can kill time is his favorite.

As soon as Xiaoxiaole was turned on, a WeChat message was sent.

[Bo Liming: Are you at home now? 】

Home?Repulse Bay?

Qiao Mian moved her finger, and a message was sent.

[Xiao Qiao has to work hard to become stronger: I am not in Repulse Bay, I went back to my hometown after school. 】

[Bo Liming: When will you go home tomorrow? 】

[Xiao Qiao must work hard to become stronger: There are two classes tomorrow afternoon, and I can only go home after school. 】

[Bo Liming: Got it. 】

[Bo Liming: I'll ask my assistant to come over tomorrow afternoon. 】

[Bo Liming: Dear sweetheart Mianmian baby~ Can I ask you to have dinner with me tomorrow night~/ winking/kissing/circling around]

Qiao Mian: "..."

Could this last one be sent by Bo Liming? ? ?

"Jingxia, return my phone."

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Jing Xia held up the phone, "Really! I swear, your tone is too serious, kids won't like it!"

"1 minutes! Just 1 minutes!"

Jing Xia guarded against Bo Liming's actions, "In one minute, he will definitely agree!"

Bo Liming stared at Jing Xia expressionlessly, and Jing Xia raised an eyebrow at him, motioning him to look at his phone.

"Buzz-"

[Xiao Qiao must work hard to become stronger: inputting...]

[Xiao Qiao must work hard to become stronger: OK. 】

"Look!"

Jing Xia was triumphant, he was not on duty today, so he left at that o'clock, and was called out for dinner by Bo Liming again.

For the first time ever, a busy man called him to eat after get off work early, Jing Xia thought it was a big deal, but when he arrived at the place and finished ordering food, Bo Liming asked him how he chased after the children.

Jing Xia froze for a moment, looked at the other party's serious posture, and laughed like crazy.

The iron tree is blooming, that's all.

Jing Xia handed over the phone, "How is it! My brother is quick and efficient!"

"Trust me, you're right!"

He pointed to the screen with his finger, "I agree with that!"

"Qiao Mian!"

There was a knock on the door, and Qiao Mian hurried down to open the door.

Outside the door was a face very similar to his, but more immature, with his chin raised high, with arrogance exuding indulgence, "Qiao Mian! What are you doing sneakily?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Qiao Xing pushed him away and broke into Qiao Mian's bedroom.

Qiao Mian staggered from being pushed by him, took a few steps back, and hit the wall, "Xing Xing, what are you doing?"

"Don't call me my nickname!"

Qiao Xing glared, "Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of calling me that?"

"Qiao Xing." Qiao Mian had no choice but to follow his footsteps and walked in. "This is my room. Isn't it impolite for you to barge in like this?"

"your room?"

"polite?"

Qiao Xing snorted coldly, "What are you dreaming about? Qiao Mian? The floor you step on, the bed you sleep on, and the food you eat, which one is not mine?"

Although Qiao Xing is two years younger than Qiao Mian, he is tall and pushed Qiao Mian to the corner with ease, "Qiao Mian, you, who is neither male nor female, also dreams of inheriting the Qiao family." ?”

He grabbed Qiao Mian's hair and punched Qiao Mian in the stomach, "Qiao Mian, next time you dare to make my mother unhappy, you'll just hit it!"

Qiao Mian bent down in pain, cold sweat immediately seeped from her forehead, her face was pale with pain.

Jiang Xue's voice came from downstairs again, "Xingxing, tell Mianmian to eat!"

Qiao Xing looked at the person squatting in the corner, curled his lips in disdain, "Got it, mom."

"I'm already calling my brother."

"Hey, let's go!" Qiao Xing kicked Qiao Mian's calf. He is tall, likes to play basketball, and has great strength. This script didn't hold much energy, and Qiao Mian's body was shaken by the kick. He shook his head, "Hurry up!"

Qiao Xing opened the door impatiently, "Get up!"

Qiao Mian endured the pain and stood up. He was protecting his stomach with one hand. It was so painful. When he straightened up, his stomach was still throbbing with pain.

"Bitch chirping!"

At the dining table, Father Qiao had already sat down, looking as if he was waiting for them. Jiang Xue came over with two cups of fresh milk, one for each of the two children, "My friend brought it from abroad. This ranch is specially Those who serve foreign royal families have no connections, and money cannot buy them."

"One cup per person, quickly drank for a long time."

"Especially Mianmian," Jiang Xue said with a smile, "Mianmian is an older brother, not as tall as Xingxing!"

"It's masculine only if it's as tall as your father!"

Father Qiao glanced dissatisfiedly at the shorter Qiao Mian who was set off by Qiao Xing. The child was sitting stiffly with a milk cup in his hand. Not generous.

He touched Qiao Xing's head and snorted, "Our stars are still like me!"