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

Jiang Xue watched this scene, the smile on her face became more sincere, and she also sat down, "Children, there are all kinds of personalities. Our family's personality is big and small, and Mianmian is a restrained one, which just complements each other."

Father Qiao hummed again, but didn't answer.

Qiao Mian, who was at the center of the conversation, held the cup and took a sip. The milk is good milk, but it will be a bit bitter when you drink it into your mouth.

"Is it good to drink Mianmian? It seems that Mianmian also knows that this milk is a good thing, so we will not let go of it."

This is a joke. His eyelids are shallow.

Jiang Xue looked at Qiao Mian and smiled softly, her eyes were full of mockery of Qiao Mian.

Qiao Mian held the cup in her hand, neither drinking nor not drinking.

His eyelids trembled, his eyelashes trembled, hiding the sourness in his heart.

It's just that the bitterness in my heart can't be concealed, from the heart to the stomach, from the stomach to the throat to the tip of the tongue...

Bitterness spread in the whole mouth, just like his bitter life in these years.

If she didn't drink this glass of milk, Jiang Xue would have secretly hinted that he didn't appreciate the good intentions and didn't know what to do.

Qiao Mian lowered her eyes.

In this family, everything he does is wrong.

"dad!"

The old man came over, and as soon as he sat down, Jiang Xue served a bowl of soup, "Dad, today's soup is very fresh, try it."

The old man said "Yes", and his eyes swept over Qiao Mian's body, "My dear grandson, why is your face so pale? Why is it uncomfortable?"

After hearing this sentence, Qiao Xing kicked Qiao Mian's calf again under the table, warning him not to complain, "Grandpa, brother Mianmian is fine, maybe he was still sleeping when I called him to eat. Haven't woken up yet."

Qiao Mian nodded, "I'm fine, Grandpa."

He can only say nothing.

When he was young, he still felt unfair in the face of bullying, and wanted to find someone to uphold justice, but Jiang Xue's mother and son would prevaricate the facts he said.

──"It's normal for children to lose their temper."

──"When children are together, don't they just like to fight around."

──"Mianmian is the older brother, the older brother wants to give in to the younger brother."

──"My brother is still young, I didn't do it on purpose, my brother is so young, what energy can he have!"

──"Mianmian is really as delicate as a little girl!"

Having said that, it usually ends with Qiao's father's black face.

little girl... little girl...

Qiao Mian cried silently while hugging the pillow countless times at night.

If I didn't have such an extra female organ, if I was a normal little boy...

So mother won't go?Will his father treat him better?Will you touch his head too?Will he also be loved by his parents?

A plate was handed over in front of him, and there was a big chicken leg lying on the snow-white porcelain plate. Qiao Mian raised her head, and grandpa was smiling at him, and motioned for him to take it.

Qiao Mian took the plate from the nanny, "Thank you, Grandpa."

On the other side, Qiao Xing gave Qiao Mian an unhappy look. He didn't care for the chicken leg, but he didn't want to see Qiao Mian well.

How could Jiang Xue not understand his own son's thoughts, she glanced at Qiao Xing, tapped her chin on the other chicken leg, then looked at her husband, "Wen Yuan, you must be tired after a busy day. "

Qiao Xing understood, picked up a chicken leg, and put it on the plate in front of Father Qiao, "Dad, eat the chicken leg."

Qiao Wenyuan glanced at Qiao Xing in relief. It is better to be the youngest son, he is good everywhere, he is filial and sensible.

Like him when he was young, he is promising.

And this obsequious eldest son, I really don't know how such a cowardly and cowardly character was raised.

Qiao Mian quietly glanced at the harmonious atmosphere of the other party's family of three, bowed her head and ate in silence.

After dinner, the three of them discussed Qiao Xing's midterm grades and planned Qiao Xing's college majors, and the discussion was full of enthusiasm.

At this time, Qiao Shicheng, with a sincere smile on his face, looked at his lovely wife and son, drinking the tea in his hand, really like a good father who loves his calf.

There was endless laughter in the living room. Qiao Mian looked at it from a distance for a moment, then turned and went upstairs.

That was a world that didn't belong to him.

He is an eyesore.

When I went upstairs, the mobile phone thrown on the bed was vibrating "buzzing".

Qiao Mian picked up her phone, and it had Bo Liming's number on it.

"Hey……"

A slightly anxious and worried voice came from the other end of the microphone, "Mianmian, are you okay!"

"It's okay." Qiao Mian paused for a moment, afraid that Bo Liming would be worried, and added, "I was eating just now."

"What did you eat, are you happy?"

The voice on the other end of the microphone was calm and magnetic. Qiao Mian held the phone, and her eyes couldn't help but feel sour, like a child who was robbed of candy and finally found an adult to tell her grievances.

"unhappy……"

Qiao Mian's heart was heavy, and her voice couldn't stop muffled, "Bo Liming...I don't like milk...it doesn't taste good at all..."

"Well, then we won't drink."

Qiao Mian rubbed her sore eye sockets, her fingertips were gleaming and full of tears, thinking of her father's disappointed eyes when she looked at him, Qiao Mian tightened her hands on the phone, "Bo Liming...Actually, I'm not well at all. ..."

"me……"

Qiao Mian let out a sob, "I'm weak...I don't have my own opinions...I don't dare to deal with others...I'm not smart...I'm not good at studying..."

"I can't talk... and I can't do things... like a fool..."

"I'm not tall... I'm not sunny at all... I'm not good at all..."

He cried, "Bo Liming...don't like me...I'm not good at all..."

Listening to Qiao Mian's grievance and crying in the microphone, Bo Liming's heart was about to be pulled.

Such a well-behaved and obedient child, what did he meet at Qiao's house to be wronged like this?

"Sleep is the best."

The man's voice was resolute and firm, "In my heart, Mianmian is the most well-behaved, prettiest, and smartest kid."

Thinking of the obedient appearance of the other party, Bo Liming's voice softened involuntarily, coaxing him: "Is Mianmian not full? Are you still hungry? I'll take you out for supper."

"No way..." The boy's voice was still soft, "Bo Liming, I can't go out."

The Qiao family has the rules of the Qiao family, or in other words, there are rules only for Qiao Mian.

He wants to reduce his sense of presence as much as possible, and he can't do any "extraordinary" actions. He usually lowers his voice when he walks, let alone going out in the middle of the night boldly.

Let Jiang Xue and Qiao Xing know, they might not tell their father what to do again.

Bo Liming vaguely guessed something, a few traces of hostility appeared on his cold face, his thin lips were pursed into a line, full of displeasure.