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

A small white and tender hand stretched out from inside the car, and gently rested on the palm that Bo Liming handed over.

The people in the carriage moved, a bright and beautiful little face moved from the shadow to the light, he looked up at the circle of people around the car, his wet eyes were like frightened deer, and he moved timidly to Bo Liming around.

He is not tall, but a young and beautiful boy.

The leader, Lu Ze, greeted with a dry smile, and Bo Liming also chatted with him responsively, but that hand was still tightly holding Qiao Mian's little hand, and never parted for a moment.

At the door, Bo Liming smiled at Lu Zeqian, "Boss Lu, you go in first, our kid is a little shy, I'll stand outside with him for a while."

Lu Zeqian had a clear smile on his face, "Don't be in a hurry, Boss, you go ahead and I'll wait for you inside."

When everyone was gone, Bo Liming reached out and touched his head, "Are you still afraid?"

Qiao Mian nodded, and leaned closer to him again, "Bo Liming, are there many people inside?"

"It should be a lot, but it doesn't matter, everyone is busy with their own business, no one will pay attention to us."

Qiao Mian raised her head, her red lips were moist from being bitten, "Really?"

"Really," Bo Liming couldn't help rubbing his head again, "After Mianmian graduates, we will be actors. How can we be afraid of facing the audience?"

Qiao Mian nodded vigorously, "I'm not afraid, Bo Liming, let's go in."

Lu Zeqian, who went in a few steps ahead of them, fully played the role of the host, but some acquaintances inevitably asked, "Didn't Mr. Lu go out to pick up Mr. Bo, why did he come back alone?"

Lu Zeqian raised his glass and touched the other party, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Mr. Bo, you are busy with the children!"

"Bring a child?"

A tall man came over and howled: "Bo Liming has a child behind my back!!!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Lu Ze patted the shoulder of the visitor with a dry smile, "I won't lie to you, this time I really brought a little boy, who is as beautiful as the one made by Yu, and was almost held in the palm of Bo Liming's hand."

"Little boy?" The man seemed to remember something, and couldn't help but smile.

Lu Zegan raised his wine glass to the man, "Jingxia, isn't Bo Liming your best buddy, there are things you don't know!"

Jing Xia raised his glass and touched him, "You said that Bo Liming is holding people in your hands, but if he doesn't hold me in your hands, I don't know where I'm going!"

Lu Zeqian smiled noncommittally, turned his head and looked behind Jing Xia, "Quick, Boss Bo is here, why don't you hurry up and take a look in the man's hand!"

Jing Xia raised his eyebrows, and everyone turned their heads, and they saw Bo Liming coming from a distance.

He was tall and full of aura, dazzling in the crowd, and before he got close, the people on both sides gave way to him.

Perhaps it was to protect the people around him, but Bo Liming didn't walk fast. There were too many people in the hall, and some people would forget to see others. Someone took a step back and almost bumped into Qiao Mian. Bo Liming waved his long arm , put her palm on Qiao Mian's shoulder, and hugged her into her arms vaguely.

The other party turned around to express his apology, Bo Liming nodded in greeting, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his arms were still on the other's shoulders, and he did not let go.

This is an action that is both protective and possessive.

Not far away, Lu Zeqian watched all this and bumped into Jingxia's shoulder, "What did I say?"

"You grew up with him. For so many years, you have seen who he cares about so much."

"Mr. Bo... tsk tsk tsk~"

Jing Xia raised the cup in his hand in the direction of Bo Liming, and after a while, Bo Liming and Qiao Mian stood in front of several people.

Someone was curious, "Mr. Bo, this is..."

I don't know which young master it is, but he looks unfamiliar, and they have a vague guess in their hearts - it's probably Bo Liming's little lover raised outside.

But if he can really be Bo Liming's little lover, and let him take him out to participate in activities, he is quite capable.

"The little friend at home," Bo Liming said in a calm voice, with his arm hanging on the other's shoulder, "take it out to see the world."

"President Bo was joking."

The person who asked the question laughed along, did Bo Liming's people have seen the world?

Several people chatted for a while, Bo Liming patted Qiao Mian's head, afraid that he would be bored, "Is Mianmian hungry?"

Qiao Mian looked up at Bo Liming and nodded slightly.

He wasn't hungry, but the contents of Bo Liming's chats with others were all professional, and he couldn't understand a word, so he could only stand around stupidly.It's better to follow Bo Liming's words and say that I'm hungry.

"It just so happens that today's chefs are all at the level of three stars." Lu Zeqian waved his hand and called a waiter over, "Let someone take Master Mian Mian around."

Lu Zeqian has always been a bold and careful person. From getting off the car to now, he has quietly observed this little beauty several times. He seems to have a gentle personality, but is a bit coquettish and timid, meaning that he is afraid of strangers.

Bo Liming can feel relieved by arranging someone to follow him.

"No need," Bo Liming glanced lightly at the waiter who came over, "Go and do your work."

It's just that when she looked at Qiao Mian, that handsome and cold face always showed unconscious pampering, "Mianmian, go for a walk and eat something by yourself, and come back to me when you're tired."

Qiao Mian nodded, her big eyes were flickering, and she wandered around to eat.

Seeing that Jingxia had something to say, the other people who were chatting with Bo Liming were also very winking, and they left one by one looking for an opportunity.

Jing Xia put her arm on his shoulder and moved her head closer, "Bo Liming, what are you thinking?"

Bo Liming took a sip of the wine in the glass, "What do you think?"

"A few days ago, Qiao Shicheng from Shenghe Real Estate was going crazy because of the batch of building materials from Tianhe. He searched everywhere, and he found my uncle. When I heard that the other person's surname was Qiao, I kept an eye on him."

"Isn't this the business of your little friend's family?"

"Bo Liming, while falling in love with someone else's son, at the same time, you want to suppress Shenghe's real estate with losses. You are not a scum, what are you trying to do?"

"Your Bo family has a big family and a big business, and the loss of such a small amount of money is a drop in the bucket, but the Qiao family is no match for you. If you do this, aren't you afraid that your little boy will get angry with you?"

"Or do you like the feeling of letting people have nothing first, and then acting as a savior to hold people in their hands?"

Bo Liming turned around and said seriously, "Jingxia, don't do it at the police station."

Jing Xia: "What?"

"Go write a novel. It's a pity to waste your talent."

Jing Xia: "..."

……

After figuring out what happened, Jing Xia sighed several times and poured himself another glass of champagne.

"What kind of mentally retarded thing is this old Qiao Shicheng! How did we Mianmian get here all these years!"

Bo Liming rolled his eyelids, his voice was cold.

"Mianmian, mine."

The red velvet cake at the dinner party was a masterpiece. It was sweet but not greasy, and had a soft texture. Qiao Mian was sitting on the stool, with her calves dangling, eating the cake with a small fork.

What Bo Liming said is indeed true, people at the dinner party will not pay attention to him, he can walk slowly and eat something, and when there is not much to eat, he can go back with Bo Liming.

But he doesn't understand that beautiful things always shine, even when he doesn't do anything.

Besides, those who can attend this kind of banquet all hold their own identities and will not blatantly look at a person, so when they don't know the identity of the other party, few people will take the initiative to show favor.

Therefore, those who were attracted by his beauty just fell on him and left for a moment.

At the banquet, everyone has more important things to do.

On the second floor of the hall, Qiao Xing greeted Ding Yangyao and sat awkwardly aside.

The ones chatting with Ding Yangyao are all the young masters of a distinguished family. The wealth accumulated over several lifetimes firmly occupies the top-level resources. His arrogance is written in his bones. How can he be so fond of Qiao Xing? rich man.

With a hot face and a cold butt, Qiao Xing was embarrassed and helpless, but he couldn't understand what this group of people were talking about, and sometimes he couldn't get in the conversation, so he could only sit there and laugh.

Ding Yangyao took a sip of the juice, glanced at the hall downstairs casually, "Who is that?"

Hearing the words, the boy next to him raised his head and took a look, "I don't know him, I guess he came here with his parents."

As soon as the two of them discussed, they attracted the attention of others, and they had nothing to do at the banquet. Something new was enough to arouse the interest of others.

"Good guy, this is a mobile treasury!"

The [-] or [-]-year-old boy leaned on the railing, amazed, "Did you see that white suit, Armani's limited edition, there are only five pieces in the entire Asia-Pacific region, not to mention expensive, the purchase qualification requirements are still very high, and The watch in his hand, the latest Vacheron Constantin model, has not been sold in Huaguo yet, and I didn't get it through my relationship."

Because of the angle, he could only see Qiao Mian's upper body, and he was full of envy, "I don't know which family's young master it is, most likely he just returned from studying abroad, I can ask him to come up and play with him later."

A clear and crisp girl rang, "That's right, this kind of person is suitable for us to play with, unlike some people, who are stubborn and insist on squeezing into circles that don't belong to us..."

After the words fell, the eyes of these people fell on Qiao Xing's face.

Qiao Xing's face was red and white, avoiding their scrutiny, and turned his face downstairs. The next moment, his face became extremely colorful——

Isn't the young master downstairs who was praised by this group of people the same as Qiao Mian, who was bullied and played with by their parents?

His useless, useless brother.

Qiao Xing had a look of contempt on his face, secretly laughing at the stupidity of this group of people.

"You really want to play with him? Do you know who he is?"