Time flies and passes quickly.
Mr. Bo’s 70th birthday also arrived.
That morning, Taozi pulled Milk Ball out of his sleep.
Knowing that she couldn't wake up her young lady, Taozi didn't bother trying. She and several other maids helped her young lady wash her face and brush her teeth, and they were busy for a while.
Bo Shiyu also knew what kind of person his precious sister was, and was afraid that Zhuzhu would not be able to get up and miss the time, so he changed his clothes, got a small cake from downstairs and came over.
Looking at the sleepy little boy surrounded in the middle, Bo Shiyu laughed out loud and waved the small cake under his nose.
The kid, who was originally confused, suddenly moved, and sniffed back and forth with hazy eyes in the direction of Bo Shiyu's hand.
Zhuzhu's little nose is very useful. She sniffs left and right and her face straightens, ready to gather strength!
Then he pounced on it with his mouth open. Bo Shiyu was no longer surprised by this kind of behavior of the kid. At the same moment when the kid pounced on him, Bo Shiyu skillfully placed the small cake on the table next to him.
The little milk ball, who was originally thinking about eating the cake, suddenly missed it and was caught by Bo Shiyu and held in his arms.
The little guy was completely awake now. He scratched his head blankly and looked left and right, as if he was looking for the little cake he had made in his dream.
"Zhuzhu is awake?"
"When you wake up, brother will braid your hair, okay?"
Hearing the gentle voice and seeing his brother's handsome face magnified in front of him, the little girl instantly became happy!
She happily rubbed against her brother's arms, and the whole ball was so well-behaved: "Good Dua!"
Bo Shiyu smiled, kissed her chubby little face lovingly, and then put her on the chair.
She walked around behind Zhuzhu, picked up the comb and skillfully tied her hair into a bun.
The eight-year-old boy was dressed very formally today, in a light grey suit and uniform. He stood straight with a faint smile on his face. His every move and gesture showed his innate dignity, and his aura was calm and steady.
Just that small figure was 70% similar to Bo Yanzhou.
As Bo Shiyu was tying her hair into a bun, she instructed, "Today is Great Grandpa's birthday, and everyone in our family will be here today. Zhuzhu, just stay close to your brother or dad, but remember to stay away from all the middle-aged women when you get there."
"Also, when the time comes, you have to shout whatever your brother shouts, and you don't have to shout if your brother doesn't shout. Got it?"
Bo Shiyu actually originally wanted to tell Zhuzhu to stay away from Liu Manlian, but considering that the kid was not very smart, he simply said the middle-aged woman.
The little girl thought for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "I'll go ahead!"
Bo Yanzhou has been busy again recently. Ever since Bai Rong got humiliated in the company lobby last time, he went to complain to Liu Manlian.
Whenever Liu Manlian was unhappy, Bo Qishan would find faults everywhere to make things difficult for Bo Yanzhou. In addition, the Bo family was recently carrying out an important cooperation, so Bo Yanzhou was so busy that he was nowhere to be seen during the day or at night these days. Naituanzi really missed him a little bit.
"Is Zhuzhu up? What about that unfilial son? Has he packed up?" Just as I was thinking about this, a familiar voice came from outside the door.
The little kid lying on his brother's shoulder subconsciously stuck his head out to look outside.
A man in a suit walked in, looking exhausted.
Zhuzhu's eyes lit up, and she immediately waved her hands to try to attract her father's attention: "Daddy! Daddy! Zhuzhu is here, Zhuzhu, get up~"
Hearing this, the man curled his lips as he looked at the girl who had become rounder. He walked forward, pulled her out, and looked her left and right.
He asked curiously, "Why are you up so early today? I thought you still needed to sleep for half an hour."
The little girl smiled sheepishly and covered her cheeks shyly: "Zhuzhu is not a pig, so I won't sleep for so long~"
Seeing the little guy's awkward look, Bo Yanzhou couldn't help but smile. He looked him up and down and was very satisfied.
The little guy looks pretty good once he's dressed up.
As expected of his son.
Bo Yanzhou raised his hand and picked at the two little bells on her head: "Today's hairpin doesn't look stupid."
When this was mentioned, the little girl instantly became happy and straightened up proudly: "Of course it's spicy!"
The kid showed off by grabbing the jiujiu on both sides of his head and shaking it left and right in his villain father's arms: "This is the jiujiu that Guoguo made for Zhuzhu~"
Bo Yanzhou's smiling mouth twitched, and he swallowed the words of praise that were about to come out of his mouth.
He responded coldly: "Oh."
"Now it seems that it is not much better."
Bo Shiyu: “…”
I just don't want to pay any attention to him at all.
Anyway, this bastard can't say anything good!
It is said that father and son are natural enemies. Bo Yanzhou came in and didn't glance at his adopted son for a long time.
Now, by chance, I glanced at my cheap son and saw his big eye roll...
The man narrowed his eyes coldly, looking somewhat displeased.
What's that look in the eyes of the useless son?
Look down on him? ?
Bo Yanzhou sneered, and the desire to win that had been buried deep in his heart suddenly emerged!
He looked at his adopted son coldly and sneered, then raised his hand and ripped off one of the braids that had been tied on the kid's head.
Bo Shiyu: “???”
The young boy's nonchalant look suddenly changed. Seeing that the dog was about to pull the one on the other side, he quickly walked over and grabbed the dog's "evil" claw.
Bo Shiyu said unhappily: "What are you crazy about?"
Bo Yanzhou let go of his adopted son's hand. Besides looking unhappy, he was also very unconvinced: "Your hair is not tied up well, I will do it again."
"If I tie my hair, I'm crazy, but if you tie it, I'm not crazy? Just wait until your father surprises you."
Bo Shiyu's eyelids twitched. Seeing his confident and arrogant look, the eight-year-old boy sighed.
He waved his hands speechlessly: "You are a living father!"
President Bo, the living father, said that he didn’t understand the jokes of young people.
Although I always feel that the words "cheap son" may not be a good thing, I can't find any fault with it after thinking about it.
Just treat it as a strange compliment from a rebellious son.
He is alive and not dead.
Isn't he his real father? The man glanced at his adopted son provocatively, then curled his lips confidently and raised his hand to tie Zhuzhu's hair.
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