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

"If I do something wrong, what is my father going to do?"

"Slap me on the palm with a ruler like when I was a child, or beat me with a whip like when I was a little older. Or continue to lock me in the basement and go to confinement?"

"Aren't these the only means he has?"

Bo Liming looked at the person sitting on the mahogany chair and sneered.

"What is mother going to do again? Just like before, just watching? Let me cry, how can I call your mother, and you are indifferent?"

"Watching my hands dripping with blood, seeing my back full of injuries, watching me being taken out of the confinement room by the doctor? Then you pretend to persuade me to obey?"

Bo Liming said, "That's the way it goes back and forth, I'm already tired of watching it."

He picked up the jacket that Qiao Mian had prepared for him from the chair, put it on his wrist, and said in a light voice, "Besides, he has long since lost his ability to discipline me like this."

Bo's mother frowned, her face was full of sadness, "Mingming, how can you think like this, dad is also for your own good..."

Bo Liming didn't want to continue to argue with the two of them, he raised his hand to check the time on the watch, grabbed the coat in his hand, "If it's okay, I'll leave."

Mother Bo finally took a step forward, and the distance between the two shortened to two steps away. She asked with some reluctance:

"Is it because the company is too busy? Do you have to rush to solve it today?"

"Mom and Dad haven't seen you for a long time, please chat with us."

"It's not about the company."

"Then why do you have to go back so late? Just stay at home."

Bo Liming raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face remained undiminished, "It's the little boy you mentioned that I raised at home. He is timid and coquettish. He won't eat unless I'm coaxing him at home."

Mother Bo's face froze.

Bo Kaiyue also supported the chair and stood up, "I think you've just lost your mind!"

"Bo Liming, I order you to break up with him! We are a decent family, how can we hang out with men!"

Bo Kaiyue was furious: "I don't agree!"

"Father, why are you still indulging in that patriarchal dream."

Bo Liming bypassed her mother and walked a few steps in the direction of Bo Kaiyue.

"I'm no longer the kid you beat me up to."

There was a layer of frost on his face, and he felt a piercing coldness: "I can be with whoever I want to be with."

"Without your consent."

Bo Kaiyue patted the table angrily: "You bastard! You bastard!"

Bo's mother hurried over to support Bo Kaiyue, seeing his son cast a cold glance, as if looking at something insignificant, then turned around without hesitation, and walked out.

On the way back, Bo Liming lit a cigarette.

Lao Wang was driving, looking at Boss Bo's downcast face from the rearview mirror, he shook his head helplessly.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and headed towards Guanlan Villa.

Bo Liming entered the house after finishing his cigarette. It was nearly ten o'clock after a long trip.

I don't know if the child is asleep or not.

He was so delicate, he was frightened by himself today, he was afraid that he was going to have a nightmare.

Bo Liming and Qiao Mian went upstairs and pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

The lights were turned off inside, and it was quiet, as if he had fallen asleep.

Afraid of waking up the person on the bed, he simply didn't turn on the light, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

The quilt in the middle of the bed bulged, Bo Liming looked at it for a long time, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

The person on the bed seemed to have fallen asleep, without making any movement, just lying there like that.

A rare moment of silence.

Bo Liming lowered his eyes, his eyes were as deep as the night.

"I might have scared you."

His voice was very soft, and it was hard to tell whether he was speaking to the sleeping person on the bed or to himself.

The voice was soft and low, with a bit of cold hoarseness.

"Mianmian, I only have you."

"You can't go, and I won't let you go."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the person under the quilt, but his palm fell in vain.

Bo Liming frowned, and the lights came on in response.

The quilt was lifted, and there was a pillow tucked inside the quilt, but it was empty and there was no one there.

"Qiao Mian?"

Bo Liming clenched his fingers tightly, his jaw line was tense, and his face was full of hostility.

He said to himself, "Run?"

"Lied to me again, tricked me into leaving, and ran away again?"

"Ah……"

He dialed the phone and called the housekeeper, "Mum Zhang, where is Mianmian?"

"Master, young master Mianmian didn't go out, but stayed at home the whole time, maybe in the room, I didn't see him come out."

Bo Liming hung up the phone, approached the cloakroom, and opened the closet.

The lace suspenders were missing on the bed, and a shirt was missing from the closet.

He changed his clothes and escaped while no one was prepared?

Bo Liming's eyes narrowed slightly, sharp and dangerous.

If you say anything, you will be good, and you will wait for him to come back at home.

The buttoned-up shirt, the well-chosen tie, the gentle tiptoe kiss on his lips.

all fake.

All are false.

Bo Liming tore off his tie and threw it on the counter casually, his face was so gloomy that water dripped out.

He suddenly turned around and walked towards the door, the aura around him was harsh and dangerous.

With long legs wrapped in black trousers, he walked downstairs one by one, with deep and dangerous eyes, like a lion on the verge of rage, trying to catch his small prey.

He took out his mobile phone and called the driver, "Lao Li, drive the car out and wait for me outside the yard."

Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind, with surprise, sweetly "Bo Liming!"

Bo Liming turned around abruptly and froze on the spot.

The little prey he had fled in his mind was wearing an ill-fitting shirt with long sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

Straight and delicate legs, hidden into the hem of the shirt, are dazzling white, like snow piled up in winter.

There was a smile on his face, bright and dazzling, like a little sun, holding an apron that had just been taken off in his hand.

Seeing himself, he rushed over with his calves "thump, thud, thud, thump", plunged his head into his arms, and acted softly, "Why did you come back~"

Bo Liming stretched out his hand to hug him back, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Bo Liming, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You smoke."

A faint smell of tobacco lingered on Bo Liming's body, faintly visible.

Qiao Mian leaned her head on his chest, "Bo Liming, is your father seriously ill? Are you very sad?"

His body was hugged tightly, and the man answered irrelevantly, "I went back to the bedroom, but I didn't find you."

Qiao Mian came out of his arms, raised her snow-white face, her rosy lips were extraordinarily soft, "I'm here to cook for you."

He took Bo Liming's hand and walked towards the kitchen, "You went out without eating, I don't know if you will eat outside, I was afraid that you would be hungry when you came back, so I made some soup for you and made some side dishes."

I'm afraid you will starve.

He hurried back to Bo's house, his father sat in the Ming hall, and his mother hurried over, saying she was doing his best, but no one asked him if he was hungry or if he had eaten?

There were chattering voices in his ears, and he was pushed to sit on the dining table, looking at the several dishes on the table.

Stir-fried broccoli, eggplant with minced meat, dry-stir-fried green beans, pickled pork with preserved vegetables.

The simplest home cooking, steaming.

The person he likes is standing next to him, holding a spoon to feed him porridge, "I read on the Internet that lotus seed and japonica rice nourish the stomach, so I learned how to make it..."

Bo Liming watched the other person's movements, and lost his mind in a trance.

As if the two of them were supposed to be like this.

He is his umbrella against wind and rain, and he is his little wife who knows nothing about the world.

The porridge bowl was placed in front of him, and Qiao Mian sat down next to him, complaining softly, "Why do you keep staring at me?"

The hand was pulled by the other party, and the person in front of him with a shy smile, led his hand to reach into the hem of the shirt.

"I'm obedient, Bo Liming..."

"I didn't take it off..."

"But there are so many people in the family, and I don't dare to come down and cook for you just wearing it..."

The other party's voice was soft, with a bit of righteousness and squeamishness, "I am obedient, Bo Liming...you can't blame me..."

Bo Liming's Adam's apple rolled, "Okay."

His Mianmian didn't lie to him.

He is extreme and suspicious, anxious and narrow-minded.

It was he who didn't try to believe him.

He gently hugged him into his arms, patted his thin body with his palms, and lowered his voice.

"It's not Mianmian's fault, it's my fault."

Growing up, his father used him as a tool to train him, and his mother was a panting decoration. Later, he took over the company, and the people below also had their own ghosts, so he knew it a long time ago, and no one could trust it.

But his sleep is different, he is not those people.

You can try to believe him.

Sleep is the best sleep.

Bo Liming is not the best Bo Liming.

He lowered his eyes, bowed his head and gently kissed the top of the other's hair, "I'm sorry, baby..."

Very affectionate.

After dinner and washing up, Bo Liming came out of the bathroom.

The light in the bedroom was warm and yellow, and Qiao Mian was leaning against the bed and playing with her mobile phone while the quilt was stuck together, waiting for him.

The outer shirt was taken off at some point, but the suspender skirt that I forced him to wear on the inside was still there. The soft skirt stuck to his body, as if it had been tailor-made.

The v-neck has a deep opening, revealing a large white and soft chest, with a bit of youthful childishness, so beautiful that it makes people feel dazzling.

Hearing the voice, the other party raised his head and smiled at him. His round eyes were raised at the end of the eyes, and when he raised his eyes to look at people, the curves were more rounded, beautiful and non-aggressive.

Like glutinous rice dumplings that only need to be held in the palm of the hand.

When the other party saw him coming, the blush on his face seemed to spread even more, his legs were dangling uncomfortably, half of his body swayed into the quilt.

She was so ashamed that even the tips of her ears were stained red.

Under Bo Liming's scorching gaze, Qiao Mian bent her fingers uncomfortably, not even noticing that the video on the phone interface had ended, her eyes flustered and she didn't know where to put it.

When Bo Liming went in to take a shower, he was lying on Bo Liming's bed, obviously he had already done a lot of mental construction for himself——

When you see someone coming out in a while, first smile, then warmly invite the other person to bed and come to him.

Who knew that seeing Bo Liming coming out wrapped in a bath towel, his face became hot uncontrollably.

Bo Liming is in good shape, he has always known it.

The shoulders are flat, the back is straight and inverted, and the pectoral and abdominal muscles are mermaid lines. The lines of each part are beautiful as if they were carved out.

Wet hair, half naked, Bo Liming.

Three words formed a sentence, and the protagonist in this sentence gave him a deep look.

Qiao Mian couldn't help her heart beat faster.

He felt like he couldn't stand it.