Chapter 98

While having dinner that night, Wen Cishu, Zhu Wei and Zhou Xu all posted a group photo of the dinner on social media.

Chu Han was absent, so Zhu Wei specially photoshopped her and Xingxing into the picture.

The popularity of this hit variety show is still there, and the group photo became a hot topic on the search list soon.

Fans of the show are hoping that they will have a chance to work together again.

[Wow, I really like the guest gathering after the variety show. It feels like the beauty of the live broadcast continues into reality~]

[That’s right!] Everyone is in great shape~ Everyone has a new start (except my wife who didn’t join the circle, which is the only regret of the show)

[Is there no beauty who can escape the domestic entertainment industry? Why can Mingzai’s dad do it? 】

[Even Mingcu showed no sign of entering the circle, tears fell]

After dinner, everyone waited for the car to pick them up at the restaurant entrance.

Bo Yiming looked around and saw the family car slowly approaching. He saw the figure in the back seat and then glanced at his young father.

Wen Cishu was talking to Xiao Qizizi and didn't pay attention to the situation in the car.

It was Zhou Xu who winked at him: "Someone's family is here."

Zhu Wei deliberately bent down to take a look: "It really is."

When the car arrived, Bo Tingyuan got out from the back seat and greeted them: "Hello."

"Hello, Mingzai, Daddy."

"Let's eat together next time!"

Bo Tingyuan nodded politely: "Okay."

Wen Cishu was surprised, then he realized that it was the little monkey who tipped off.

Bo Yiming moved his feet to the side and quickly got into the car the moment his grandfather opened the door.

Then the three of them left in a car.

Wen Cishu sat in the middle, and for no reason he thought of the word "bed" that the two of them mentioned when they were talking on the phone.

He glanced at the person beside him: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Bo Yiming said softly: "Little Daddy~Big Daddy didn't let me tell you."

The implication is that I didn't hide it on purpose~

Wen Cishu snorted: "Collusion!"

"Woo woo~" Bo Yiming tilted his head and rubbed against his little daddy's arm, "Little daddy~"

Bo Tingyuan spoke in a deep voice: "Yiming."

"Ah?" Bo Yiming leaned over to look at his grandfather.

Wen Cishu also glanced at him.

Outside the car, a streak of light just happened to pass across his eyebrows, a flash of gorgeousness and stunningness.

Bo Tingyuan paused for a few seconds, took his hand and put it on his leg, then looked at his youngest son's face: "It's okay."

Bo Yiming:?

The kid didn't understand why his dad was hesitant to speak, but Wen Cishu understood Bo Tingyuan's eyes. He turned his gaze away and moved his hand in his palm.

The couple held hands silently.

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Home.

Bo Yiming pushed the door and got out of the car first. Wen Cishu wanted to follow him, but Bo Tingyuan did not let go of his hand, so he had to wait for him to get out first.

After Bo Tingyuan stood still, he bent down and carried him out of the car.

Wen Cishu didn't say anything. He put his arm around his shoulders and looked at the three-dimensional lines of his profile.

The silent Bo Tingyuan has an abnormal sexiness.

It was late, so the three of them went straight upstairs.

Uncle Xu brought warm water to the bedroom.

Bo Yiming has been sleeping at his little father's place for the past two days, and today is no exception.

He said on the stairs: "Then I'll go back to my room to take a shower and come over later!"

Bo Tingyuan hugged the person in his arms, stopped, and said to his youngest son: "Don't go back yet, let's talk about your schooling."

"Ah?" Bo Yiming was stunned.

Wen Cishu was also startled, and suddenly felt that the gaze behind Bo Tingyuan's lenses was cold and ruthless.

Bo Tingyuan didn't give his youngest son a chance to speak. He walked straight into the bedroom and living room, bending down to put down the dictionary.

Bo Yiming had no choice but to sit down on another sofa and put his hands under his buttocks to cushion his position.

When Uncle Xu brought in the warm water, there was already a depressing feeling in the air, as if a storm was about to come.

He thought to himself, what is going on?

Wen Cishu asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Bo Tingyuan picked up the water cup and handed it to him: "Yiming School has some matters concerning the start of the semester."

When Wen Cishu raised his hand to take the cup, his fingertips scratched the back of his hand, and he muttered in his heart: Can you finish it all at once? I'm a heart patient!

Bo Yiming's face puffed up like the belly of a small puffer fish.

Woohoo, he doesn’t agree to start school!

Bo Tingyuan talked about the school's opening arrangements and specific time.

His low tone was very formal, completely reflecting the serious attitude of a person attending a company meeting.

Wen Cishu watched the little monkey moving its butt cautiously, and for a second he imagined himself as a student, and he couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy.

But if the children go to school, there won't be so many problems.

——It is very good for parents.

Bo Tingyuan looked at his youngest son, who looked tired of studying, and frowned: "There will be a parents' meeting before school starts."

"Hmm?" Wen Cishu's eyes lit up, and he looked into Bo Tingyuan's green eyes behind his glasses, "Are you going?"

Bo Yiming said first: "Little Dad, can you go?!"

He asked aggrievedly, "Little Dad, you haven't participated in my parent-teacher meeting yet~"

Wen Cishu nodded: "Okay, I'll go~"

He looked at Bo Tingyuan and blinked, indicating that the matter was settled.

Bo Tingyuan stared at his slightly moist lips, raised his hand to take off his glasses, and slowly closed the temples with his slender fingers.

Wen Cishu: “?”

When she realized what his action meant, she quickly turned to her youngest son and asked, "What do I need to prepare?"

Bo Tingyuan: "The school has a document. It's a bit late today, so go to bed first. I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"Oh." Wen Cishu held the water cup, "Yiming, will you sleep with us tonight?"

Bo Yiming lowered his head and cried, "Little Dad, I feel like I need to talk to my little brother Xingxing..."

The little tone was very aggrieved.

Before Wen Cishu could speak to comfort him, Bo Tingyuan said, "Go ahead."

Bo Yiming left reluctantly, and when he closed the door, he showed his little face: "Good night, Dad~"

He turned around and ran away, with two invisible wide tears flowing out of his eyes.

The door clicked shut and the living room fell silent.

Wen Cishu watched him slowly and leisurely play with the glasses with his long, bony fingers, as if he was toying with them in the palm of his hand.

"You have something to tell me?"

Bo Tingyuan raised his hand, put his glasses on the coffee table, and looked at him again.

Wen Cishu's gaze followed his glasses back to his face and he pursed his lips.

The liquid she just drank seemed to suddenly heat up. She lowered her eyes deliberately to avoid his aggressive gaze and asked in a chilly tone, "What's wrong? Are you in the mood to kiss me again today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Tingyuan leaned over and approached like a beast approaching its prey.

Wen Cishu subconsciously leaned back, his back against the sofa, staring straight at the face in front of him, and pursed his lips.

"I, I'm tired today and want to take a bath."

Bo Tingyuan pinched his chin with his fingers, lowered his eyes to his lips, and asked in a low voice: "Don't kiss anymore?"

Wen Cishu muttered: "It's not that you don't allow me, hiss..."

His lips felt pain, and he frowned and raised his neck, as if he was reluctant but also reluctant.

As the arms around his waist tightened, his lips were blocked. As soon as he opened them, he was violently attacked. His breathing became heavier as the tip of the tongue teased him.

More than ten minutes later, Wen Cishu sank into the sofa in a daze. Then, remembering something important, he placed his palm on his chest and pushed him hard: "I have something to talk to you about."

Bo Tingyuan pressed his soft lips against his: "Talk while taking a bath?"

"Oh." Wen Cishu had just agreed when he heard a knock on the door.

Then, Uncle Xu's voice came in.

"Master, I have something to do."

"Go to my study."

Bo Tingyuan frowned almost imperceptibly.

Wen Cishu pushed him away: "I'll go to the bar by myself."

Bo Tingyuan carried him into the bathroom.

Seeing that he was in no hurry to leave, Wen Cishu ordered him, "Go, bring me a book."

Just as she finished speaking, her neck was held by his large hand, forcing her to look up. "What are you doing? Letting Uncle Xu wait for you at his age?"

Bo Tingyuan kissed him, slid his hands to his waist and hugged him tightly.

Wen Cishu was lifted up by him and then dropped to the ground, gasping for breath.

The two looked at each other with obscure eyes.

Wen Cishu urged in a low voice: "Go quickly."

Bo Tingyuan rubbed his waist hard and suppressed the surging desire in his eyes.

He hurried to the bedroom, took out the poetry collection from the drawer, returned to the bathroom and handed it to Wen Cishu.

"Wait until I come back."

Wen Cishu thought to himself: Why are you so sticky?

Come to think of it, he wasn't in a hurry to see how smart the smart bed was.

After washing up slowly, he lay in the hot water in the bathtub and sighed deeply.

Comfortable.

He opened the poetry collection and enjoyed it slowly.

More than ten minutes later, Bo Tingyuan finished his conversation with Uncle Xu and returned to the bathroom.

Wen Cishu heard his footsteps and raised his eyes, "What happened to Uncle Xu?"

Bo Tingyuan walked forward and glanced at the pool of blue bath water.

"He has some personal matters to deal with, so he's taking half a month off."

Wen Cishu rested his head on the bathtub, looked up at him, and asked in confusion: "What took so long? You didn't let him take a leave?"

Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes to look at his face and explained, "He feels bad about it."

Back then, he even suspected that he was too strict, which caused Uncle Xu to be extremely careful and thoughtful in everything he did.

As time went by, he finally understood that Uncle Xu was such a person. He treated Old Master Bo the same way he treated him. Maybe it wasn't him, but the employer recognized by Uncle Xu.

He rubbed Wen Cishu's face, took a chair and sat down next to him, took out the poetry collection in his hand, and said, "I'll read it to you."

Wen Cishu moved in the bathtub, and I thought he wanted to take a bath too.

He closed his eyes, "Yeah."

Bo Tingyuan sat close to him, holding a book in one hand and resting the other on his slender neck, stroking his delicate skin with his fingertips.

Wen Cishu listened to his low and sexy French, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

The bathroom was filled with the scent of violets from melted bath balls, rich and intoxicating.

Bo Tingyuan's voice sounded particularly focused, as if he was not distracted, but his hands were making extremely ambiguous movements.

The palm slid from Wen Cishu's moist and red neck to his chin, and finally stopped between his lips, and the curved knuckles slowly pressed in.

Wen Cishu, with his eyes closed, followed his subtle movements, tilted his neck back, and licked his fingers with the tip of his tongue.

In silence, it is quiet and beautiful.

"By the way." Wen Cishu opened his moist black eyes and talked about his own affairs.

He first briefly mentioned the situation of investing in Zhu Wei's studio, then slowly straightened up, looked at Bo Tingyuan, and said formally, "I plan to set up a fund to help heart patients."

Bo Tingyuan closed the collection of poems and placed it on a stand at the side. “What can I do?”

Wen Cishu smiled: "That's a lot. I don't have any operational experience, so I'll have to ask Mr. Bo for advice when the time comes~"

He raised his hand and quickly flicked some water droplets onto her face.

A few drops of water soaked the black shirt, and a few drops fell on Bo Tingyuan's face and slid down his jawline.

Bo Tingyuan looked at him quietly.

Seeing that he was silent with a frown and his eyes were filled with burning desire, Wen Cishu subconsciously lowered his shoulders into the water.

Bo Tingyuan stood up.

"Huh?" Wen Cishu looked up in confusion, thinking that he was going to leave, but he actually looked down at her like an eagle, raised his hands and began to unbutton his shirt.

Wen Cishu wanted to look away, but couldn't help but stare at his collar.

When the hem of the dress falls, the perfectly shaped muscles on the chest and abdomen are so attractive.

Wen Cishu waited until Bo Tingyuan unbuttoned his pants before turning his eyes away and moving in the bathtub to make room for him.

With a splash, Bo Tingyuan walked into the bathroom and pulled him over.

Wen Cishu was puzzled: "Aren't you in a hurry to introduce me to your newly bought bed?"

Bo Tingyuan rubbed his nose against his face and said, "You have a whole night to experience it. There's no rush."

His hands moved along his waistline and dipped into the water.

"Uh~"

Wen Cishu raised his head, resting the back of his head on his shoulder, and through his closed eyelids there was a light shining like broken diamonds.

Every time Bo Tingyuan's palms kneaded with a certain force, Wen Cishu always felt that his lazy bone frame was tightly closed, and after a slight sore feeling, he felt particularly comfortable and satisfied.

But sometimes, she would feel itchy and move around in his arms.

Bo Tingyuan grabbed his hand and placed it on himself, holding it tightly with his.

Wen Cishu suddenly opened his eyes, and the bathtub seemed to suddenly become hot, scalding him so much that he almost jumped up. "How did you..."

Bo Tingyuan leaned forward and approached, not giving him a chance to ask.

He hasn't taken his medication recently, and his body has too much desire, so he has to do it twice every night and early morning. Now that they were so close to each other, it was even more impossible to control it.

The water was surging, and Wen Cishu opened one eye and peeked in quietly.

After Bo Tingyuan noticed it, he freed his hand and pressed the switch to drain the water from the bathtub.

As the water level slowly dropped, Wen Cishu's already rapid breathing became even heavier. He buried his face in his wet neck and murmured in shame, "Don't."

The water stopped when it dropped to a certain level. Bo Tingyuan pressed his ears tightly, and the uncontrollable sexy sounds all poured into his ears.

Wen Cishu was aroused by him and kissed him actively with misty eyes.