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

Qiao Mian raised her head and greeted him softly, "Bo Liming~"

Bo Liming's eyes fell from his face to his attire, his eyes were dark and deep, and his eyes were dark and indelible.

Delicate eyebrows, moist eyes, flushed cheeks...

Qiao Mian didn't change into the pajamas he prepared for him today, he was wearing the clothes when they first met——

A white shirt, the top two buttons of the shirt collar were undone, revealing a jade neck.

The difference is that now, on that white and slender neck, there is a black leather collar, and underneath is a copper disc, which is half hidden under the shirt, and only some writing on it can be vaguely seen.

The hem of the shirt was tucked into the trousers, and the willow waist was slender.

Black trousers and white shirt, the contrasting color is extremely bright, it should be upright.

But the very suggestive collar on his neck, coupled with the other party's blush cheeks and delicate lips, inexplicably has an inexplicable temptation.

Especially the look of looking up at him with his eyes up, strange and naive, like a fledgling goblin who is just starting to seduce people.

Qiao Mian was curious, but the other party only looked at him, but ignored him.

He fanned his long eyelashes, coquettishly: "Bo Liming..."

He stretched out his hand to open the collar of his shirt and pinched the brass sheet, "Do you want to know what is written on it?"

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the air, he seemed to be drunk, and the strength of his movements was not well controlled at the moment, one side of the neckline was pulled too far, revealing half of his fair and round shoulders, half covered under his shirt, A little bit of spring is faintly visible.

Bo Liming's Adam's apple rolled, "What?"

A small hand climbed up his waistband, followed his abdominal muscles all the way up, and gently pulled his tie into himself.

Qiao Mian was short, and when Bo Liming approached him, he bent slightly.

The other party's lips brushed against his side face and landed on his ear, the tune was so delicate that water dripped out, and the voice kept drilling into his ears.

"It's your name."

Bo Liming looked down, just in time to see the black collar, the copper piece hanging from the collar dangled between the collarbones, and there were three large characters on it - Bo Liming.

The voice beside her ear was soft, delicate and timid.

"Bo Liming, I'm yours."

Bo Liming only felt a bang in his head, a white light flashed, his eyes were absent-minded, and he even couldn't help breathing quickly...

Suddenly, a voice came——

"Bo Liming, what are you doing standing at the door?"

The man's gaze quickly regained his clarity and sharpness. He straightened up, hugged Qiao Mian in his arms, and protected him tightly.

He didn't want any man to see Mianmian's appearance like this.

"Why did you come up?"

The charming atmosphere was suddenly interrupted, and Qiao Mian still hadn't realized it. He was held in the arms of a man, and listening to the voice outside, he felt very familiar.

"Why did I come up?" The other party seemed very dissatisfied, "I've been waiting for you down there, but you seem to be living up there, why can't I come up and have a look?"

With this familiar tone, Qiao Mian's little head twitched, "Is it Jingxia?"

Bo Liming gave a "hmm" and said to the people behind him, "Go down and wait for me first."

Jing Xia casually glanced at Bo Liming who was standing at the door, and was about to leave, when she caught sight of the four legs at the door, she froze for a second.

"Fuck! Bo Liming, you old bastard!"

Jing Xia hated iron for being weak, "Just for a while! Just for a while! Can't you bear it?"

"Our poor Mianmian, just succumbed to your lust..."

Bo Liming took Qiao Mian a step inside, and then closed the door, Jingxia's voice was blocked from the door.

——"I came to your house as a guest, and you just leave me alone and do those things inside, is it appropriate?"

——"You come out to entertain me anyway..."

Ignoring Jing Xia's chatter, Bo Liming let go of the person in his arms, hooked the other's chin, and let the other's eyes look directly at him.

"its mine?"

The sudden ambiguous atmosphere was interrupted by Jing Xia, who was using alcohol to do evil. Qiao Mian blushed, feeling a little embarrassed.

Avoiding the other party's aggressive gaze, he nodded obediently, his face was hot, and his voice was soft, "It's yours."

The other party did not intend to let him go, and asked leisurely: "What is mine?"

Qiao Mian couldn't stop blushing, even his neck was hot, with long and dense eyelashes drooping, he said shyly, "I'm yours."

The man smiled lightly, kissed his forehead, suddenly realized, "So Mianmian is mine."

A very magnetic voice rang in his ears, and Qiao Mian's whole body turned red like a boiled shrimp.

The other party rubbed his face, and his clear voice was mixed with inexplicable emotions, as if he was suppressing some kind of desire that was just about to break out of the ground.

"Unfortunately, there is still one process missing, Mianmian ability is completely mine..."

Hearing what the other party meant, Qiao Mian lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to make it up?"

The other party smiled, "Of course."

"But not now."

Qiao Mian thought he was referring to Jing Xia who was still waiting outside the door.

Unexpectedly, the other party held his waist and pulled him in, feeling the scorching heat somewhere through the clothes.

"I originally planned to find a good day. If Mianmian keeps teasing me, I might not be able to bear it..."

"I can't help it, I want to swallow Mianmian..."

Qiao Mian was puzzled, what did the other party mean by the good life, and with such a place against him, his hands and feet were going to be weak, so he could only nod his head ignorantly.

Suddenly his body lightened, he was picked up by the other party and placed on the table.

Qiao Mian stared blankly at the other party, that sharp and handsome face approached, slid down, and a piece of damp heat fell on his neck.

Numb and itchy, Qiao Mian wanted to escape, but was hugged tightly by the other party.

After a while, the other party let him go and buttoned him up slowly until the top one was buttoned.

It covered the black collar with Bo Liming's name engraved on it, and the red mark on his neck.

The man hugged Qiao Mian, who had weak legs, from the table, and said in a low voice, "Mianmian reminded me that in the days when I can't make it to the end, it's good to earn more interest."

The pair of big hands approached his cheeks and rubbed them lightly, "Wait for me tonight."

After tidying up his clothes, Bo Liming briefly explained why Jingxia came to be a guest tonight, and led Qiao Mian to the door.

When Bo Liming led Qiao Mian out of the bedroom, Jing Xia was lazily leaning on the railing and waiting for him.

Seeing Qiao Mian who was following Bo Liming, Jing Xia stood up straight, "Look at our poor Mianmian baby..."

He was afraid that the other party would forget him, so he asked, "Mianmian, do you still remember me?"

Qiao Mian smiled at him, "Of course I remember."

Bo Liming reached out his hand to block Jing Xia's eyes from continuing to talk to Qiao Mian, raised his eyebrows and said, "Jing Xia, since when did you get into the habit of listening to corners?"

Jing Xia countered: "When I found out that Bo Liming I knew had turned into an old pervert, I decided to wait outside with the idea of ​​protecting the masses and the weak."

"As long as we Mianmian shout for help, I will rush in."

After he finished speaking, he took another narrow look at Bo Liming, "However, Boss, you are going too fast."

Bo Liming laughed and scolded, "Get out."

The joke was over, and a few of them went to the living room together.

Jingxia talked as much as Yu Beibei, and he was relatively poor. He was sitting on the sofa in a disfigured manner, feeling his own fate, "It's so pitiful. It's miserable enough to be homeless. Now I have to watch you abuse dogs, tsk tsk..."

Bo Liming took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call, "Then, have I booked a hotel for you?"

"Don't don't—"

Jing Xia quickly waved his hands, "If I can live in a hotel, I won't come to you."

"Believe it or not, if I live in a hotel, my father's people can tie me back home."

"If the old man gets angry again, he probably dares to follow me and others into the bridal chamber."

"Thanks to you coming to meet me. If it were someone else, my father would have sent someone to catch up and bring me back."

While he was talking, he suddenly pressed his stomach, "I ran away from home and haven't had a good meal yet, Bo Liming, what good food does your family have?"

Hearing this, Qiao Mian, who had been holding a cup to drink water, suddenly raised her head and asked in a low voice, "Captain Jing, do you like noodles? I can do it."

"I like it!" Jing Xia's eyes lit up, "I'm hungry, I want a big bowl!"

"But there's no need to be so outrageous, just call me Jingxia."

Qiao Mian nodded, put down the cup, looked at Bo Liming with soft eyes, "Do you still want tomato beef noodles?"

Bo Liming patted Qiao Mian's head, "Well, be careful, don't splash the oil on your hands again."

It wasn't until Qiao Mian's figure disappeared into the corridor that Jing Xia couldn't help asking curiously, "How did he know you didn't eat? Did you tell him?"

Bo Liming shook his head, "Mianmian is careful—"

"Forget it, it's a tacit understanding. A single dog like you won't understand if I tell you."

Jing Xia stared at him speechlessly, "Bo Liming, you have learned how to show affection."

"It's so creepy."

Bo Liming looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Is it hard to understand? You were forced to go on a blind date, what's wrong with me showing off my affection?"

After saying this, Jing Xia clutched her heart and said, "Bo Liming, you don't have a heart. I was forced to marry, and it's sad enough. You are still here to add fuel to the flames..."

"You forgot the years when we two loved each other sweetly and cherished each other..."

Bo Liming glanced at him lightly, "Don't touch me, I haven't."

Jing Xia: "..."

"But you are not very old, why did your family suddenly force you to marry?" Bo Liming asked curiously.

Jing Xia leaned back on the sofa, "Speaking of which, you are really to blame for this matter."

Bo Liming raised his eyes, "Blame me?"