Chapter 100
Because of the upcoming school term, Bo Yiming was in a bad mood all day.
When Wen Cishu asked him if he wanted to go to France, he asked blankly: "Little dad, if I go there, can I not come back to school?"
Wen Cishu pinched his little ear and said, "Little fool, is there no school for you to go to in France?"
"Ah!" Bo Yiming fell on the sofa, with his head under the pillow, playing the role of an ostrich. "I want to go to outer space! I want to go to the moon!"
His butt was sticking out, and Wen Cishu raised his hand and tapped it: "Okay, go play."
"No." Bo Yiming stood up, stared at the messy hair, and deliberately moved closer to his little father.
He drooped his eyes, aggrieved, "Little dad, when I go to school I won't be able to play with you every day, won't you be sad and upset?"
"I'm sad~" Wen Cishu said gently, "but for your future, I will hold back for now."
Bo Yiming thought that his father's attitude had softened, but who knew...
His face was devastated.
Wen Cishu thought, this child is already nine years old, how could he still think he could avoid the issue of going to school by "selling misery".
"Then if you don't want to go play, then study the information of the Design Foundation with me."
He pushed the tablet in front of the kid, "Do you understand?"
"Of course!" Bo Yiming immediately held the tablet with both hands and studied it carefully.
Wen Cishu finally diverted his attention and took a sip of tea.
Bo Yiming read the information roughly and asked doubtfully: "Little Dad, if we set up a foundation, how can we find children with congenital heart disease and help them with treatment?"
Wen Cishu said: "Hospitals, schools, and relevant registration departments are all OK. And Internet social media."
He placed his hand on his son's shoulder, "Would you like to do this with Dad?"
"Of course, I also want to help children in need."
Bo Yiming suddenly put down the tablet, turned around and hugged the gentle little father.
Wen Cishu was a little surprised. He touched his hair and asked softly, "What's wrong, Yiming?"
Bo Yiming tilted his ear to listen quietly to the sound of his father's heartbeat, pursed his lips and whispered: "If possible, I hope no children will have heart disease."
Wen Cishu was stunned by the innocent tone. He put his palm on his back and rubbed it hard, then bent down to kiss his hair: "Dad hopes so too."
Afterwards, Wen Cishu contacted Albert and talked for more than half an hour to confirm all the details of the foundation.
Not long after the phone call ended, he received a call from Bo Tingyuan.
Wen Cishu thought it was something related to the foundation: "Hello?"
Unexpectedly, Bo Tingyuan asked, "Why did you talk for so long?"
“…”
Wen Cishu chuckled in the afternoon sun and asked bluntly, "Boss Bo, in what capacity do you manage me? Are you Albert's boss? Why don't you allow him to talk to me for so long?"
Bo Tingyuan said calmly: "I thought you would talk to me after you finished reading the information."
Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the kid suddenly rode a beige bicycle across the green lawn.
Wen Cishu lowered his voice and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier? When Albert gave me the information just now, I must have assumed that you gave it to him to handle."
Bo Tingyuan then spoke in French: [Of course I agree that we are communicating. 】
Wen Cishu's tone was originally somewhat joking, but when he heard him speak in French, he sat up straighter.
——Bo Tingyuan’s low tone sounded as if he was heartbroken.
He said sincerely, "I'm sorry. I lacked a little tacit understanding. I apologize."
"Make it up to me with a date in a few days?"
Wen Cishu finally realized what was happening and couldn't help but ask back with a smile, "You went through so much trouble just to set a trap for me? Mr. Bo, are you so free at work?"
He asked a few questions, but Bo Tingyuan chuckled with pleasure.
"Yes?"
Wen Cishu listened to his sexy voice, but didn't make any comment. He just muttered, "You haven't promised me yet!"
As soon as he mentioned it, Bo Tingyuan naturally knew what it was about: "The day of the date?"
Wen Cishu gritted his teeth, what a profiteer!
"Bo Tingyuan, we are not doing business, why are you negotiating with me? Just tonight, if you don't want to wear it, just sleep by yourself. Goodbye!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
With a "squeak", the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the floor tiles made Wen Cishu turn his head.
Bo Yiming propped up his bicycle with one foot and asked in confusion, "Little Dad, who are you talking to on the phone?"
"A very cunning businessman."
Wen Cishu stood up and took the handle of the cart, "Come on, let me play with it for a while."
Bo Yiming was very happy to help adjust the seat height: "Little dad, please go slowly."
"Got it." Wen Cishu got on the car and said happily, "Let's go!"
Then he rode his bike from the small hall into the corridor.
Although the mansion was extremely spacious, he still rang the car bell all the way to remind everyone to take shelter in advance.
Uncle Xu saw this and looked at him with a smile.
As long as Mr. Wen is in good health, he is particularly interesting and can bring a fresh atmosphere to the entire mansion.
When Aunt Zhong came down from the second floor, she saw him circling the large sofa in the living room and reminded him, "Slow down, don't fall."
Bo Yiming held Aunt Zhong back and said, "Grandma Zhong, my little dad is very happy, please don't talk about him."
Aunt Zhong came back to her senses and looked at him, feeling relieved for the Second Young Master.
This child is becoming more and more sensible as he grows older.
Wen Cishu rode out of the living room and into the wider garden.
Bo Yiming chased out and took pictures of this beautiful scene with his small watch.
Not long after, Bo Tingyuan, who was in the company, received a video from his youngest son.
It was the scene of Wen Cishu riding a bicycle in the garden of a mansion.
He looked ahead intently, his two long legs adapting to the small bicycle, pedaling one by one, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, his whole body filled with relaxation and happiness.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly, casting a layer of light around him.
Bo Tingyuan tapped the screen casually.
In every pause, the people in the picture are flawless.
It’s a pity that at this moment, he cannot exist on the screen and cannot be with Wen Cishu.
"Knock knock, Mr. Bo?"
Albert's voice came from outside the door.
Only then did Bo Tingyuan quit the video he had watched many times and pushed up his rimless glasses.
The green eyes behind the lenses returned to their usual serious and sharp look: "Come in."
Albert came to report on the specific matters of setting up a charitable foundation.
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Afternoon.
Wen Cishu felt a little sleepy after playing, so he went back to his room for a nap.
As soon as I stepped into the bedroom and my eyes met the new bed, the unbearable scene came vividly to my mind.
As he walked forward, he muttered, "... Changing the bed for no reason, you have no good intentions."
After taking off his coat and trousers and lying down, he closed his eyes and thought: Is this what Bo Tingyuan thinks about during the day at work?
His thoughts kept turning around, and he went back to the night when he sat on Bo Tingyuan's lap...
Wen Cishu placed his fingers on the white jade bracelet on his wrist and silently chanted "Amitabha" in his heart, trying to dispel the inappropriate thoughts for children.
Ten minutes later, he was wide awake and no longer sleepy.
His black eyes suddenly opened and he glared at the pillow beside him angrily.
Bo Tingyuan is such a nuisance!
He's not at home and you're still causing him trouble.
Wen Cishu took a look at the pajamas and wondered if he couldn’t sleep because he wore them incorrectly?
In a flash, he threw off the quilt, jumped up, ran to the cloakroom, and put on a loose black pajamas.
In front of the dressing mirror, he wandered around with great satisfaction, even retracting his hands childishly and waving his sleeves like someone on the stage.
Looking deep into the mirror, I saw a corner of the single sofa.
Wen Cishu suddenly had a "bad idea" and rushed to the bed, picked up his cell phone and then returned to the cloakroom.
He quietly closed the door, pushed the sofa to face the large dressing mirror, and turned off the bright ceiling light, leaving only the floor lamp with ambiguous tones.
He sat down on the leather sofa, picked up his phone and looked in the mirror for a suitable shooting angle.
After taking a few pictures, I was not very satisfied.
He simply plucked up the courage to unbutton two buttons, pulled the collar outward, revealing his collarbone and a bit of his chest...
As the camera made slight shooting sounds, Wen Cishu kept trying to take pictures.
After taking the photos, he opened Bo Tingyuan’s WeChat dialog box with a wicked smile and selected two photos to send.
Wen Cishu threw himself onto the bed, turned over, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes, and imagined the expression that Bo Tingyuan might have after seeing the photo.
The more he thought about it, the funnier it became, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud against his pillow.
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company.
Bo Tingyuan had just stepped into the conference room and sat down when he received new news.
After he saw that it was a message from Wen Cishu, he picked up his phone and opened it.
There are two smaller photos in the dialog box.
In one of the photos, Wen Cishu was sitting sideways on a large sofa, wearing loose black pajamas, with his two long legs folded together, his body well-proportioned and his skin dazzling white.
Bo Tingyuan glanced at it quickly, immediately turned off the phone screen, raised his cold and sharp eyes and looked at his subordinate who was starting to report his work.
The subordinates noticed the change in Mr. Bo's gaze, and their hearts skipped a beat. They became extremely cautious in their attitude.
Bo Tingyuan listened to the report calmly and seriously, but his hand was always on the screen, as if covering the photo sent by Wen Cishu.
The meeting was extremely long and torturous.
The other participants in the meeting felt abnormally that Mr. Bo was suddenly depressed. They always felt that they might have missed some important project, which led to his gloomy eyes and silence.
After the meeting was over and Bo Tingyuan left with his phone, everyone looked at each other, feeling as if they had survived a disaster.
The two people, who were on good terms with each other, spoke in low voices.
"What happened to Mr. Bo? What happened at home?"
"It's definitely not at home, otherwise Mr. Bo would have to go and deal with it immediately, so how could he stay for a meeting?"
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office.
Bo Tingyuan's powerful fingers loosened the shackles of his tie before he opened his phone and reopened the dialog box.
Only then did he see the two photos clearly.
In another photo, Wen Cishu was leaning back on the sofa, holding up his mobile phone to take a photo.
His posture was lazy and casual, with one long leg resting on the armrest with his calf hanging; the other long leg was stretched out in front of the mirror.
Between the wide-open legs, there is a hem that is too long, which makes the appearance even more obvious.
Bo Tingyuan's dark green eyes darkened.
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