Chapter 104
"Oh yeah~ When my little dad showed up at school, everyone looked over!"
Bo Yiming rolled over on the bed excitedly.
At the head of the bed, an oversized mechanical monster stretched out its arms, with its index and middle fingers extended and a children's watch hanging on them.
The sound of stars came from the watch. "My mother said that my uncle was born to be a star. Everyone likes him."
"Yes!"
Bo Yiming hugged a big pillow, closed his eyes and imagined, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, "My classmates who are not close to me all come to me to ask about my little daddy, and even invite me to play basketball."
"What ball?"
"Basketball." Bo Yiming muttered, "But I prefer playing tennis."
Xingxing: "Brother, shall we play tennis together? I have finished my homework for the holiday."
"Okay~" Bo Yiming rubbed the soft pillow in his arms, "Brother will pick you up and bring you home, okay? You can stay at home for a few days?"
He struggled, "How about we build a tennis court on the farm?"
"Build a tennis court?" Xingxing didn't quite understand and asked, "Build it yourself?"
"I'll go discuss this with the two fathers."
Bo Yiming stood up and accidentally bumped into the monster's hand, "Ouch!"
"Brother? What's wrong with you?" Xingxing called out anxiously, "Brother? Brother Yiming?"
Bo Yiming covered his forehead and tried not to make any sound. After hearing Xingxing calling him brother several times, he said in an exaggerated tone: "Hey, brother is fine! He just hit his head. Xingxing, don't worry!"
"Well. Then walk slowly."
Xingxing, "Hang up first."
"No." Bo Yiming lay back down. "Then I'll ask tomorrow. Anyway, my grandfather doesn't like me going to their room at night."
"Why? Was your big daddy mean to you?"
"No."
Bo Yiming hugged the pillow and curled up on his side, like an oversized dart shrimp.
He thought about it carefully before explaining, "Big Daddy is usually at the company, so he sticks to Little Daddy after get off work. Big Daddy always says they want to talk or something like that."
"Then let's talk."
Bo Yiming rubbed the soft pillow: "Well! The stars are so nice~"
Xingxing said sullenly, "Brother is also very good."
Bo Yiming suddenly remembered a song and couldn't help humming: "Twinkle twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are~Haha, stars are little stars who can Twinkle twinkle!"
Xingxing on the other end of the phone was silent: "Brother, don't sing, it doesn't sound good."
Bo Yiming glared angrily: "Ahhhhh bad star! I don't want to be with you anymore!"
The watch emitted Xingxing's cute and childish laughter.
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In order to prepare for the charity foundation, Wen Cishu went out for meetings for several consecutive days.
Although he was a bit busy communicating with various parties, he was surprisingly motivated.
After learning about this, Li Yun expressed his willingness to serve as a bridge between the foundation and relevant departments of the municipal government, and to do his best to expand the influence of the foundation and truly help those patients with congenital heart disease.
Before Bo Yiming started school, the Lexin Children's Congenital Heart Disease Charity Fund officially held a plaque awarding ceremony.
On the day of the ceremony.
Wen Cishu got up very early.
In order to be energetic today, he went to bed at nine o'clock the night before.
Bo Tingyuan felt the person in his arms move and woke up. Seeing that he had stood up, he put his hand on his lower back and rubbed it: "There's no need to hurry so early."
Wen Cishu picked up the manuscript on the bedside table and said, "I can't make a fool of myself in such a formal occasion."
Today, leaders from municipal departments, multiple hospitals and dozens of news media reporters will be present, so naturally he needs to take it seriously.
Bo Tingyuan hugged him sideways and kissed him on the lower back: "Yiming and I are here. I will handle any emergencies. Don't be too nervous."
His words did make Wen Cishu feel a lot more at ease, but he still looked at the speech carefully, muttering to himself.
Bo Tingyuan closed his eyes and listened quietly. After he finished reading, he reminded him, "Speak slower. You need to give others time to react. The whole ceremony is not long. If you speak too fast, it will be over in no time."
Wen Cishu joked: "The sooner we finish, the sooner we can finish work."
He put the manuscript back on the bedside table, lowered his eyes to look at the man who was hugging him sideways, and touched his handsome face with his hand, "Bo Tingyuan."
Bo Tingyuan held his hand and pulled it to his lips, then looked up at him.
Wen Cishu slowly lay down, nestled into his arms, and kissed him on the face: "I went to bed early these two days, I will make it up to you one day."
Bo Tingyuan stroked his waist, his warm palm moving back and forth along the uneven curves, his dark green eyes revealing some ambiguous signals: "What form of compensation?"
Wen Cishu was immediately brought into the realm of desire by him. He pushed his arms, which were getting tighter and tighter, and reminded him: "Hey, not now!"
Bo Tingyuan immediately let go, lay on his pillow, closed his eyes, and chuckled: "You said you forgot later."
This joyful laugh sounded unexpectedly sexy.
"No way." Wen Cishu poked his face, "Am I that kind of person?"
Bo Tingyuan reached for the phone on the cabinet, quickly operated it, and put it next to his mouth. He raised his chin and said, "Say it again."
"Eh? Why don't you trust me at all?"
Wen Cishu was so angry that he found his instep with his foot and stepped on it lightly a few times.
Afterwards, he had to clear his throat and promised in a serious and precise manner: "I, Wen Cishu, will do this after I finish my work today..."
Bo Tingyuan reminded in a serious tone: "Please specify the time and place."
Wen Cishu frowned and glared at him, and had to say: "September 23rd..."
He hesitated for a few seconds, "In the bedroom at home. Is that okay?"
Bo Tingyuan: "What time exactly?"
Wen Ci Shu: I want to curse someone.
He made up a random sentence: "8:23 pm."
Bo Tingyuan: "What is the specific form of compensation?"
Wen Cishu lifted the quilt: "You decide, okay?!"
He pushed the person away, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Bo Tingyuan turned off the recording software and stood up. While he was slowly putting on his slippers, he picked him up and carried him to the bathroom.
Wen Cishu put his arm around his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Boss Bo, are you so impatient?"
Bo Tingyuan raised his eyebrows, put him in front of the sink, and helped him squeeze toothpaste.
Wen Cishu looked at the man in the mirror, and seeing that he looked normal, he couldn't help but lean over to him and lean on his chest, feeling intimate and attached.
Bo Tingyuan handed the toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it to his lips, and when he stretched out his hand, he said, "Open your mouth."
"Oh." Wen Cishu slowly opened his lips and allowed the toothbrush to enter his mouth.
He looked at Bo Tingyuan's face and had to raise his chin slightly so that he could brush his teeth more smoothly.
It was just that the soft bristles of the toothbrush kept rubbing against my teeth, which felt weird and indescribable.
Wen Cishu even let out a very short and shameful moan from his throat, but he stopped the moment he realized it.
He couldn't take his eyes off Bo Tingyuan's green eyes.
When the soft tip of his tongue accidentally touched the toothbrush, Wen Cishu felt as if he had deliberately pressed it gently.
Wen Cishu reached for the toothbrush, avoiding his gaze, and whispered vaguely, "I can do it myself."
He leaned one hand on the sink, lowered his head slightly, and tried to focus on brushing his teeth.
Bo Tingyuan's arms went around his waist from behind and reached into his clothes without restraint. The direct skin-to-skin contact could barely be considered a brief consolation of desire.
Wen Cishu naturally did not refuse, nor did he push him away, allowing him to rub her slowly.
As he was gargling, he realized he had a reaction.
He put the toothbrush and cup back, supported the sink with one hand, and asked in a low voice, holding back his shame: "...I help you?"
"No need." Bo Tingyuan reached out and pulled off the towel, but urged him, "After you wash your face, go out first. I'll take a shower."
Wen Cishu pinched the towel and rubbed it, and a very inappropriate thought flashed through his mind:
But I kind of want to...
never mind.
Wen Cishu washed his face obediently, turned around and walked out.
When he reached the door, he turned his head and looked at Bo Tingyuan: "You really don't need my help?"
Bo Tingyuan looked at him and raised his hand to unbutton his pajamas: "No need. Go downstairs to have breakfast first, and then read the speech a few more times."
Wen Cishu narrowed his eyes: “?” Wow, he did it on purpose!
His eyes swept over his perfectly shaped body, moving slightly downward to the considerable size of his waist...
His eyes were burned for a moment, and he quickly retracted them: "Then I'm out."
Bo Tingyuan is indeed quite scary when he wakes up in the morning. It will probably take some time.
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Dining room.
When Bo Tingyuan showed up, Bo Yiming had already finished half of his meal and was surprised: "Dad, why did you get up so late? Is the sun rising from the west today?"
He leaned out of the French window with exaggerated movements and said, "No."
Wen Cishu helped explain: "Your dad will also be tired, so it's normal for him to get up a few minutes later."
Bo Tingyuan pulled out his chair, looked at him and asked, "Have you memorized the manuscript?"
"Ahem..." Wen Cishu let go of the milk cup and said unhappily, "Why do you deliberately stab me when I'm speaking for you?"
Bo Yiming was curious: "Little dad, are you going to recite them all?"
He is also going to attend an event today.
Wen Cishu picked up some snacks with chopsticks and gave them to him: "No, I'll tell you as you watch."
Bo Yiming nodded, bit into the shrimp dumpling, and asked with a smile: "Then let's celebrate tonight and go out for dinner, okay?"
Wen Cishu was about to agree, but then he realized his "promise" and looked at Bo Tingyuan hesitantly.
Bo Tingyuan said: "Yiming, your little father is very tired these days, so come back early tonight to rest."
Bo Yiming was considerate and used his free hand to stroke the little daddy's arm: "Okay, little daddy, don't get too tired."
Wen Cishu made an exaggerated "woohoo" sound: "Yiming is such a good boy. Let's go out for dinner in a day~"
Bo Yiming nodded obediently and liked to receive praise from his little daddy.
After dinner, Wen Cishu went back to his room to change into formal clothes.
Today's occasion is particularly formal, with leaders from all parties and many social media reporters present.
Bo Tingyuan helped him choose a formal yet elegant fine twill tie.
Wen Cishu stood in front of him, resting his forehead on his shoulder: "Boss Bo, please help me put it on."
“Oh.”
Her face was pinched by Bo Tingyuan's fingers.
Then, Bo Tingyuan put the tie around his shirt collar and slowly tied a Windsor knot.
The two of them stood very close to each other. Wen Cishu looked at his slender fingers, and couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. He slowly shifted his gaze to look at his straight shirt collar.
He raised his hand and slid his fingertips across the collar: "Did you use a collar stay?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan adjusted his tie and collar, "Do you need it?"
"No, no, no." Wen Cishu didn't even have the patience to button his shirt, let alone use a collar stay. He joked softly, "You have French genes after all. You are really particular, Mr. Bo. Hmm——"
Before he could finish his words, his waist was hugged tightly and he received a strong and passionate kiss.
When he was out of breath, Bo Tingyuan sucked his lips, his deep eyes full of teasing: "What about you? You are eloquent during the day, but hesitant at night."
"Ha!" Wen Cishu's eyes were filled with water and he smiled brightly, "You don't understand this, right? We call this being reserved."
When Bo Tingyuan was about to move forward again, Wen Cishu supported his chest with his palm and shouted: "Don't make me late!"
Bo Tingyuan raised his thick eyebrows slightly: "Well, I'll put it on the account."
Wen Cishu: “…” Exploitious businessman!
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