Chapter 88

At dawn, Wen Cishu had an extremely absurd and strange dream.

In the eerie and empty bedroom, a gorgeous and delicate rose was placed on the extremely large bed.

A python slowly moved up along the tender green flower stem and wrapped itself around the branch bit by bit.

The python spit out scarlet tongue, tasting the dew on the petals bit by bit.

At this moment, the rose seemed to have life, trembling, weak and shy.

Wen Cishu seemed to be on the roof of the room, looking down at everything happening.

In his dream he felt the shackles, as if the serpent was not wrapping around the rose but around his body. The slender legs rubbed slightly, and the twisting body could not tell whether it was a struggle of resistance or a hesitant response.

What puzzled him was that, although it was a mysterious and dangerous python, he didn't feel scared at all and even reached out to hug it.

The python in the dream raised its head, revealing a pair of green vertical pupils.

"Forehead!"

Wen Cishu woke up suddenly and looked at the empty roof.

The world was spinning, and I felt as if I was in a dream scene full of desires.

He raised his arm, placed the back of his hand on his forehead, squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

Feeling hot all over, he kicked off the quilt, revealing his long calves.

There was already some light in the room, and it was obviously already morning.

He was alone in the bed.

Before going to bed last night, Bo Tingyuan mentioned that he would go to the company on time this morning.

Wen Cishu slowly moved to the place where Bo Tingyuan had been lying, turned his face to his pillow, and calmed his fluctuating heartbeat and breathing.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the scene of the snake and the rose rubbing against each other appeared in front of him, which was intertwined with the scene of Bo Tingyuan full of lust late at night.

After he spied on what happened last night, he went back to bed while Bo Tingyuan wasn't noticing and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Originally, he was afraid that Bo Tingyuan would return to bed and find him awake; but when he fell asleep again, Bo Tingyuan had not come out of the cloakroom.

Bo Tingyuan's overly arrogant and ferocious presence brought too much visual impact to Wen Cishu.

So much so that he frowned whenever he thought about it now, and was even dragged back to the two times he had an intimate relationship after his honeymoon.

At that time, the two of them had no experience and no skills, so they entangled awkwardly.

Wen Cishu didn't even dare to see it as clearly as he did last night.

He has always been reluctant to dwell on these ambiguous details, and now just recalling them makes him feel a little embarrassed to pull the quilt over his head and act like an ostrich.

He wondered curiously, what about this morning?

Did Bo Tingyuan hug him like before?

But he might have slept too soundly in the second half of the night and was now completely unconscious.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Second Young Master?"

Wen Cishu pulled back the quilt and asked Aunt Zhong to come in.

Aunt Zhong woke him up at the latest time, fearing that he would oversleep and feel uncomfortable with an empty stomach.

Wen Cishu slowly got out of bed, lowered his head to look for his slippers, and asked, "Where's Yiming?"

"On the tennis court."

Aunt Zhong glanced at his shoulders and back. He had suddenly been ill for several days and had lost a lot of weight.

I finally recovered some of my strength, but now I am almost back to lying down every day.

She felt a little distressed and changed the subject to talk about how Bo Yiming was sad and crying the day he fainted.

After listening to this, Wen Cishu thought that although children will eventually grow up and become sensible, it is better for them to experience less of this kind of things.

"Aunt Zhong, I'll take good care of myself and won't go out. Don't worry too much."

Aunt Zhong nodded and helped him to wash up.

When Wen Cishu was about to go back to his dressing room to change clothes, Aunt Zhong said, "I have packed a lot of your clothes and sent them to the young master's place."

"Ah?" Wen Cishu responded blankly, sounding a little dumb.

Aunt Zhong naturally didn't understand his reaction, "Shouldn't I have taken it?"

"No, no."

Wen Cishu pretended to be calm as he walked towards Bo Tingyuan's cloakroom. Seeing that she wanted to follow him, he said, "Aunt Zhong, can you go downstairs and prepare breakfast first? I'll come right after I change my clothes."

Seeing that he looked normal and there was no sign of him fainting, Aunt Zhong left the room first.

Wen Cishu walked out of the cloakroom like a guilty thief and pushed the door open.

What catches your eye is the calm and solemn black leather sofa and the slender and elegant retro floor lamp.

The scene from last night seemed to be replayed.

Wen Cishu didn't know what to do, so he had to quickly get his clothes. When his eyes fell on Bo Tingyuan's dark gray home shirt, his slender hand pulled it down as if by magic.

Then, when he took off his pajamas and was about to change, he suddenly started to hear auditory hallucinations.

The silent room seemed to echo with Bo Tingyuan's suppressed and restrained moans as he covered his face and raised his head, masturbating to himself.

Wen Cishu lay with his back to the sofa, his back burning hot. He quickly pulled on his loose clothes and fled in a hurry.

He thought with shame in his heart, how can he get in again in the future? !

-

Flower Hall.

When Bo Yiming came in, he saw his young father starting to eat breakfast.

He fluttered to the table, leaned over the chair, and looked around the little daddy, wondering: "Little daddy, why are you secretly wearing big daddy's clothes?"

“Ahem…”

Although Wen Cishu knew that everyone could recognize him, he didn't expect that the brat could expose him in person. "I got the wrong one. I'll change it later."

"Oh." Bo Yiming sat next to the little father, quietly turned sideways and poked the children's watch.

Wen Cishu was pouring him some juice. When he pushed it in front of him, he asked with concern, "Are you hungry? I'll ask Grandma Zhong to give you something to eat?"

Just as he finished speaking, a sound came from the speaker of the children's watch.

"Yiming?"

"Huh?" Wen Cishu looked at his watch in confusion.

Bo Yiming laughed and said in a quirky way: "Big Daddy~Little Daddy is wearing your clothes today."

Wen Cishu: “?”

I often doubt whether this kid is my biological son.

On the other end of the phone, Bo Tingyuan said calmly and calmly: "Well, I understand."

Wen Dictionary: ...

Hearing the cold attitude and tone, people who didn't know would think that he was talking about work.

Bo Tingyuan continued: "Yiming, I'm not at home today, remember to walk with your little dad in the garden."

"Yes!" Bo Yiming agreed happily.

Wen Cishu took a sip of hot milk, his face was as cold as ice, and his heart was in turmoil:

Bo Tingyuan, are you going to ignore me? !

"dictionary."

Wen Cishu happily took over the conversation: "Yes, I am. What do you want to tell me, Dad?"

Bo Tingyuan's tone softened: "I'll try to go back as soon as possible."

"Oh." Wen Cishu responded indifferently, but he was overjoyed by such a simple sentence.

After hanging up the phone, Bo Yiming just ate the white sesame egg pancake brought by Grandma Zhong. It was salty and fragrant and very delicious. He was so happy that his eyebrows were jumping up and down, making his little father laugh.

Wen Cishu rubbed his hair and said softly, "Yiming, can you invite Xingxing to come to your house to play?"

Bo Yiming was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed.

The young dad is thinking about his own things.

"Well, maybe in a few days. I'm busy accompanying my little dad every day. My schedule is very full."

Wen Cishu smiled and pinched the tip of his ear.

-

Around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Wen Cishu was lying down washing his hair, while Zhu Wei's songs were playing on the wall-mounted TV.

Because Xingxing was in contact with Yiming, she also knew that Wen Cishu was not feeling well, and then she let Chu Han and the others know, and they all expressed their concern for him through WeChat.

Wen Cishu closed his eyes and thought, this variety show is really a very wonderful journey.

After washing his long hair, Aunt Zhong helped him stand up and sit on the sofa.

He yawned lazily, and then he realized that the fingers rubbing against his scalp belonged to someone else - Bo Tingyuan.

Wen Cishu then realized that he was blowing his hair with his hands!

There is nothing strange about this incident itself. The only thing wrong is that he made random associations.

Wen Cishu's whole body tensed up, and his increasingly dry lips moved again and again. He wanted to speak to break the silence, but he didn't know what to say.

Should I turn around and smile at him: Hi? Are you off work?

His broad palm brushed across the silky long hair, and Bo Tingyuan patiently used the hair dryer to dry the damp black hair bit by bit.

After about ten minutes, the hair dryer was turned off.

Wen Cishu suddenly became nervous.

Then, he placed both palms on his shoulders and rubbed them.

Bo Tingyuan's deep voice flooded into his ears like the warm afternoon tide.

"You're not going to talk to me?"

Wen Cishu hesitated and slowly raised his face.

When he met those dark green eyes, he was instantly caught in a vortex of strangeness and confusion.

His lips opened, revealing his pearly teeth slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

Bo Tingyuan's gaze moved from top to bottom and lingered on his tender lips.

Wen Cishu just felt his gaze rise and curl his fingers slightly on the armrest, his nerve endings trembling slightly.

——What is Bo Tingyuan doing? Tempt yourself!

Bo Tingyuan blinked behind his glasses and quickly suppressed his desire to kiss.

"Get up, let's go walk around in the garden."

Hearing such calm and rational words, Wen Cishu felt inexplicably lost.

He was helped to stand up, and his eyes swept over the collar of Bo Tingyuan's shirt.

On the black shirt, every dark mother-of-pearl button was fastened tightly, all the way to the Adam's apple.

Wen Cishu seemed to smell the unbridled hormonal scent gushing out from beneath Bo Tingyuan's ascetic attire.