Chapter 101
When Wen Cishu woke up from his nap, the first thing he did was to pick up the phone next to his pillow.
As a result, there was no response.
He threw away his phone and sat up, his eyelids drooping, his long eyelashes covering his pupils. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but grind his teeth.
——Bo Tingyuan, sleep on the floor tonight!
A few minutes later, Wen Cishu came out of the bathroom, washed his face, woke up, and slowly went downstairs.
Aunt Zhong was just about to go upstairs, and when she saw him, she said, "Second Young Master, Yiming's grandfather is here."
Wen Cishu looked towards the bright living room: "How long have you been here? Why didn't you wake me up?"
Aunt Zhong said, "I specifically told you not to."
Wen Cishu was still a little sleepy and listless, so he nodded.
Aunt Zhong helped him walk down the stairs, saying, "The grandfather and grandson are playing tennis on the court now."
"Hmm." Wen Cishu seemed to have remembered something and asked in a leisurely tone, "Has Uncle Xu told Young Master Bo about their family? What are the arrangements for the evening?"
"Their Young Master Bo", what a fresh title.
How could Aunt Zhong not hear it? She guessed that she was in a bad mood.
"I don't care about their eldest young master's affairs. Can I ask him for you now?"
Wen Cishu pursed his lips and smiled slightly, it still has to be Aunt Zhong.
Aunt Zhong looked at his curved eyebrows and eyes and thought he didn't look like a nine-year-old child at all. His temperament and personality were like that of a child.
Afterwards, Wen Cishu drank a bowl of sweet soup, got into the family car, and went to the tennis court.
He looked at the grandfather and grandson on the field from afar.
Li Yun was wearing a white striped sports casual suit. He didn't look old at all while running and his playing style was steady.
Looking from behind, Bo Yiming looked like a sturdy teenage boy, and his racket swinging movements were extremely neat and clean, very professional.
Wen Cishu couldn't help but take out his mobile phone to take a picture, and subconsciously wanted to open someone's dialog box.
When I found that the other party had not replied yet, my eyes went dark and I quit with gritted teeth.
He cut out the little monkey and sent it to Little Potato: [Freshly baked Ming cub]
In the sunshine, the boy jumped up and raised his arm to swing the racket.
He has a tall back, a neat figure and looks quite professional.
[Wait, is this Mingzai?] Who was the one sitting next to the little dad, smiling like a fool with his head tilted? 】
[What a handsome Mingzai! Even if we take a step back, why can’t he be my brother/son! 】
[Mommy, if our votes exceed 100,000, can you let Mingzai debut? (You can also debut)]
[Sister, one hundred thousand?] Who are you looking down on? One million is just a matter of minutes.
[Millions of fans sent him to debut, Mingzai can do it]
Wen Cishu was amused by these cute messages, and when he flipped through the pages, a WeChat message reminder popped up at the top of the screen.
He saw who had posted it, snorted softly, and continued to look through the comments, liking each one.
When the second message came, he slowly clicked it.
Bo Tingyuan: [Yiming and my dad are playing ball? 】
Needless to say, Uncle Xu had already reported to him about Li Yun's visit to the mansion.
Wen Cishu secretly complained: Instead of working properly, he was just browsing social media!
The coffin lid of the old man of the Bo family can no longer cover itself.
He didn't reply, turned off his phone and looked at the little monkey running towards him.
"Little daddy!" Bo Yiming jumped up and down, took off the black hairband on his forehead and shook it, his face full of enthusiasm and brightness, "I won!"
The sun was setting, Wen Cishu narrowed his eyes and nodded to indicate that he had seen it.
When Li Yun walked to the car, he handed him a bottle of water: "Dad, go take a shower first."
"Okay." Li Yun took the water.
Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren slowly walked towards the mansion.
Li Yun embraced his grandson and patted his shoulder: "Cishu, I think Yiming is much stronger than he was during your last birthday."
"La la la la~" Bo Yiming twisted around happily.
"Little Dad, can we go to the lake to eat hot pot tonight? We haven't eaten hot pot with grandpa yet."
Wen Cishu suggested: "How about eating at the farm?"
The scenery on the farm is nice, and he thought Li Yun would like it too.
Li Yun naturally knew about the existence of the farm and agreed immediately: "Okay."
As a result, Bo Yiming silently lowered his head, drank water, and said nothing?
Even the steps I walked became stiff.
Li Yun asked quickly: "What's the matter? Yiming wants to go to the lake? Then go ahead, Grandpa is the same."
Wen Cishu saw the boy's reaction and immediately understood.
He ruffled his son's hot, fluffy short hair: "Don't you want us to go to your and Xingxing's secret base?"
"Um."
Bo Yiming hooked his index finger into Little Daddy's shirt pocket and tugged at it, then asked in a greasy tone, "Little Daddy, isn't this really bad?"
"Of course not."
Wen Cishu hugged him and said, "But you have to tell us next time."
Bo Yiming listened to his father's words and didn't blame him at all. He continued to twist his body: "Okay!"
When the three of them walked into the mansion, the grandfather and grandson had to go upstairs to their room to take a shower and change clothes.
Wen Cishu walked into the flower hall and sat comfortably on the couch.
When Aunt Zhong came over with the tea, she said, "Aunt Zhong, ask Uncle Xu if he has a Chinese rocking chair at home?"
Aunt Zhong put down her cup and asked.
In about ten minutes, Uncle Xu conjured up an old rosewood rocking chair out of thin air.
A soft blanket was placed on the rocking chair. Wen Cishu sat in it and rocked gently, gazing at the scenery of the garden. He felt so comfortable.
On the second floor stairs.
Li Yun reminded: "Yiming, tell your grandfather about having hotpot tonight."
Bo Yiming nodded in agreement and lowered his head to contact her using his watch.
After entering the room, the phone was connected.
When he finished speaking, he didn't hear the voice of the big dad immediately, and said in a particularly filial manner: "Big dad, if you are very busy, you don't have to accompany us."
"I'm not busy."
Bo Tingyuan said, "Just go there on time after get off work. First come, first served."
"Oh~" Bo Yiming kicked off his shoes and walked to the bathroom, "Dad, why did you hesitate just now?"
Bo Tingyuan: "What is your little dad doing?"
Bo Yiming never tires of reporting his young father's whereabouts for the day.
Finally, he asked softly, "Big Daddy, did you make Little Daddy angry?"
"No." Bo Tingyuan denied decisively, "Okay, see you tonight. I'm busy now."
"Bye, Big Daddy."
Bo Yiming finished speaking obediently, put his watch on the sink, shook his head and touched his hair, and said in a mature tone, "Hey, Daddy is really something!"
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evening.
The car arrived at the restaurant's quiet courtyard.
Li Yun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw the vehicle parked in front of him at a glance.
He smiled and said, "Ting Yuan arrived earlier than us!"
Bo Yiming leaned forward from the back seat and saw the old man's long legs stepping out of the car.
Wen Cishu raised his eyebrows.
As soon as their car stopped, Bo Tingyuan walked forward, opened the back door, and bent down to look at him.
The two people's eyes met, each with their own intentions, and sparks flew invisibly.
When Bo Tingyuan's eyes fell on his lips, Wen Cishu quickly looked away, stepped out of the car door, and when he reached out to shake his hand, he turned his arm and avoided him.
Bo Tingyuan simply raised his arm, put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him into his arms, then greeted Li Yun.
A family of four walked into the restaurant room.
Li Yun walked towards the view outside the French window: "The lake view and sunset here are really nice."
Bo Yiming was very proud.
The place he chose.
Bo Tingyuan pulled out a chair and Wen Cishu sat down.
The two of them didn't say a word, but they had a tacit understanding.
The restaurant's steward came to arrange the dishes, and then everyone evacuated, leaving only the family to dine.
During this time, when Wen Ci's hand was held by Bo Tingyuan under the desk, he quickly shook it off, fearing that Li Yun or the little monkey would notice something.
Who knew that Bo Tingyuan would put his palm on his leg and rub it with heavy force.
Wen Cishu suddenly remembered the two photos he sent before taking a nap. He felt a little hot on his back and quickly picked up the cup beside him and took two sips of sour plum tea.
Bo Tingyuan saw that the cup was almost empty and whispered, "Don't drink too much."
He called for the restaurant steward to bring a kettle of warm water.
Li Yun nodded: "Yes, this tea is appetizing but it is cold in nature, so take a few sips."
Wen Cishu thought to himself: You don’t know, I just want to cool down.
He raised his hand to push Bo Tingyuan's palm, but it didn't move at all.
Not only that, through the thin and breathable fabric of the pants, Bo Tingyuan's fingertips seemed to be pinching into the soft flesh and rubbing back and forth.
Wen Cishu: Enough!
He scooped up some food from the spicy hot pot and put it into Bo Tingyuan's bowl and dish: "You work hard, eat more."
"Thank you." Bo Tingyuan gently placed his hand on him twice before taking it back to taste the food with chopsticks. "Well, the heat is just right."
Wen Dictionary: ...
Li Yun felt particularly relieved when he saw the two of them having so much fun together.
Yesterday he received a call from Wen Minghui, asking him to visit the three children at the mansion when he is free, also to take care of his in-laws who are far away in the south.
His gaze shifted from his two children to his eldest grandson's face, and he felt quite relieved: What is there to worry about?
He asked, "Yiming, how about you go home with Grandpa tonight? Stay with Grandpa?"
"OK."
Bo Yiming agreed without thinking.
"Dad, will you take me and grandpa over there at that moment?"
"Okay." Bo Tingyuan agreed and looked at Wen Cishu again.
"Of course I have no objection." Wen Cishu always felt that the way he looked at him today was obscure every minute, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
Under the table, he tapped the back of his hand.
He even suspected that a red mark had appeared on the skin there.
End of dinner.
Originally, Bo Tingyuan planned to ride in the same car with Wen Cishu, leaving the grandfather and grandson to ride alone.
But Bo Yiming was the first to get into the back seat next to the young father.
Bo Tingyuan had no choice but to get on the bus from the other side and sit on the other side of Wen Cishu.
Wen Cishu was squeezed in the middle and thought to himself: Great, the little monkey learned some of his bad habits from this big father.
Li Yun still sat in the co-pilot seat, turning back from time to time to talk and chat with the children.
He was in a particularly good mood today, and his conversation and laughter were elegant and graceful.
Wen Cishu guessed that Bo Tingyuan did not seem to have inherited this trait from Li Yun, perhaps because he was like his mother who was in France.
As soon as he glanced, he was caught by Bo Tingyuan's gaze. He turned his eyes away dejectedly and looked towards the front of the car.
His left hand had been in Bo Tingyuan's palm the whole time, and at this moment, the ring on his ring finger was turned by him.
Wen Cishu took a deep breath and silently recited the Heart Cleansing Mantra in his heart.
After a few words, nothing worked, so he had to give up and thought angrily, where is the Taoist priest who catches demons? Take this monster away.
Bo Yiming muttered to his little dad: "Little dad, I will miss you, you should miss me too, okay?"
"Yeah." Wen Cishu touched his face with his backhand, "I understand."
Bo Yiming raised his head and blinked: "I'll call you guys tonight."
Wen Cishu was silent: "Oh."
Bo Tingyuan frowned almost imperceptibly.
After arriving, Li Yun originally wanted to invite the two to go in for a cup of tea.
Bo Tingyuan declined his offer on the grounds that it was too late and rubbed his son's head: "Be good and go to bed early."
Bo Yiming was speechless: "It's past seven o'clock, how can it be late?"
Li Yun didn't care: "Your little father is weak, he should rest early."
Wen Cishu: This dad! You are really a kind person!
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When returning to the mansion, I took Bo Tingyuan's car.
As soon as he got on, Wen Cishu saw him press and hold the control button, and the sound insulation panels in the front and rear rows slowly rose.
Wen Cishu leaned his back against the car seat and warned him with his eyes.
But she was easily carried over and sat astride his legs.
Danger!
Wen Cishu supported his shoulders with one hand, but was rubbed on the lower back by his palm.
Somehow, the hand ran into the hem of his clothes, and the fingertips caressed the place where his waist was.
Bo Tingyuan asked calmly, "What happened to the photos from this afternoon?"
Wen Cishu thought to himself, it’s a good thing you still remember it.
Not replying to messages is rude.
He replied coldly: "Oh, the photo, I sent it to the wrong person."
Bo Tingyuan didn't expect this answer. He raised one eyebrow and asked, "Who was it originally going to be sent to?"
"Send it to..." Wen Cishu raised his head to avoid his lips on his face, "Why do you care about me?"
Bo Tingyuan's palm reached his leg, slowly slid down to his knee, and then moved all the way up...
Wen Cishu hurriedly pressed his wrist and seemed to feel his taut veins.
The two of them competed silently, and the small space became increasingly hot.
When Bo Tingyuan turned his head to kiss him, Wen Cishu turned away and muttered, "You smell like hot pot, don't mess around."
His voice was very low and gentle like the evening breeze.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his head, rubbed his nose against the side of his neck, and whispered: "Well, it smells delicious."
Wen Cishu: "..."
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