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

As soon as the sentence "Mianmian, did I do something wrong?" came out, the mist in Qiao Mian's eyes became thicker.

He is obviously a cowardly and inferior person, but whenever he is around Bo Liming, consciously or not, he always stabs the knife into his heart.

This was the case in the last life, and it is the same in this life.

He clearly knew that Bo Liming in his previous life liked him so much that he would jump on him when he saw the truck running over him, but now he is questioning whether he really pursues him...

He was obviously also moved by Bo Liming's drink in a constant temperature cabinet, but now because of the other party's black card, he felt that he wanted to support him...

He is always like this, flaunting his low self-esteem, while erecting the thorns all over his body, facing Bo Liming defensively...

He's not okay at all...

Others were right, he just wasn't good enough for Bo Liming.

Not to mention external factors, his heart for Bo Liming alone is not as open as the other party.

While being wronged, Qiao Mian hated herself for not living up to her expectations. She swallowed what was in her mouth, and the tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes disobediently.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears. The man who was sitting opposite him had already sat beside him, holding his face with one hand, and gently wiped away his tears with a tissue.

The voice of the other party was full of regret, "I'm sorry, Mianmian, I made you cry again."

The child in front of him was crying with pear blossoms and rain, the tip of his nose was red, and Bo Li Ming was at a loss for what to do.

He would rather Qiao Mian throw it away if he didn't like it like before, instead of crying until his heart broke like now.

He reached out and patted the other person's back, "Stop crying, if Mianmian doesn't like it, I'll change—"

"Bo Liming..."

Qiao Mian threw herself into his arms, sobbing softly, "I'm sorry Bo Liming..."

"I'm not okay at all..."

"You're right, I'm too sensitive..."

"I don't deserve your kindness at all..."

A person like Bo Liming has a good fortune, good looks, and high abilities. He can't find anyone he wants...but he has to coax himself here again and again...

My useless little monster...

The person in his arms choked a few times, Bo Liming helped him up, and looked into his eyes seriously.

"Nonsense, sleep is the best."

Qiao Mian stared blankly at the other party, the friendship in the other party's eyes was too sincere and strong, this kind of love was enough to make him feel ashamed.

"Bo Liming, I'm not well at all..."

"Mianmian, I'm a businessman, and businessmen don't trade at a loss."

"After I met you, everything I gave was voluntary. I was trying to take the best of myself and pursue what I wanted."

Qiao Mian's eyes sparkled, "What do you want?"

"I want you to fall in love with me willingly."

The original plan was to take Qiao Mian to the riverside for a walk after dinner.

But Qiao Mian cried a lot, and it was almost ten o'clock after dinner, and he had to go to class tomorrow, so Bo Liming was going to send him back.

After eating, Qiao Mian didn't look like he had cried a lot. He washed his face and ate a lot of his favorite things. When he finally went out, the store gave him an extra basil vanilla panna cotta for packing. He took it away—this made Qiao Mian a little embarrassed.

It was probably seen by someone when I was crying, and it was a small comforting gift from the store.

Holding the small gift box in her own hand, Qiao Mian happily followed Bo Liming, stepping on his shadow.

Bo Liming stopped, and Qiao Mian, who was following closely behind, didn't pay attention, and bumped into it with the small cake in front of his stomach. He let out an "ah" and squatted on the ground in pain.

Bo Liming thought he was pretending to be a prank, bent his lips, and squatted down in cooperation with the other party, "Did Mianmian learn to touch porcelain new? Does it hurt?"

Qiao Mian wanted to laugh, but the pain was so severe that he couldn't laugh, so he pressed his stomach and shook his head.

It was okay to hit it, but the edge of the packing box happened to hit the place where Qiao Xing punched it yesterday, and it hurt so badly that he was about to break out in a cold sweat.

He got up on his stomach, and shook his head again, "I wanted to take this opportunity to blackmail you... Sigh, I was caught."

He pretended to be relaxed on the surface, but that pale little face couldn't deceive anyone.

Bo Liming realized something was wrong, frowned, carried him to the car, and lifted his shirt, his handsome face turned dark instantly, and the temperature inside the car dropped to zero.

His Mian Mian, three inches down his chest was covered with bruises, against the white skin, it was particularly shocking.

This kind of scar was not just touched.

Bo Liming frowned, stretched out his finger to touch it, Qiao Mian's body shivered in pain, gasped, and subconsciously shrank back.

His Mianmian held his hand obediently, her big eyes flickering, "It's okay Bo Liming, I don't feel any pain."

He bent his eyes and smiled, his little face turned pale with pain, but he was still comforting him, "It doesn't hurt at all, and it will be fine soon."

"Who hit it?"

The smile on Qiao Mian's face froze for a moment, and then quickly forced a smile, "I bumped into it...it's okay..."

The bruise in front of him was extremely glaring, it fell into Bo Liming's sight, and he was so burned that he lost his composure, his eyes were red, and he paused every word, "Who, hit, did it?"

Qiao Mian stammered, "No, no one..."

"Is it your classmate, or your half brother?"

When talking about "half-brother", the little hands holding Bo Liming's palm gradually tightened.

Bo Liming looked at his pale face and tightly pursed lips, combined with the crying voice of grievance when he called last night, he understood instantly in his heart.

He wished he could hold the treasure in his hands, how much abuse he had suffered in Qiao's house!

Holding the information of Qiao's family, he only thought that this child was neglected and squeezed, and no one cared about him... How could he think that someone would dare to punch and kick him, and even dare to hurt him!

Looking at the person in front of him, Bo Liming's heart felt bitter...

How much has he suffered!

In front of me, always be obedient and clever, with a smile on my face, and say nothing...

Before he met himself again, when he lived alone in Qiao's house, how much bullying and torture did he swallow with a smiling face?

How did he survive these 19 years alone?

The corners of Bo Liming's eyes were a little wet, he leaned over, and gently pulled him into his arms, as if he was facing some fragile and rare treasure, and even the words he said were slightly hoarse, "Don't go back to Repulse Bay gone."

"Mianmian, let's go home."