Chapter 107
"Grandma Zhong, where is my little dad?"
In the corridor, Bo Yiming came running over.
Aunt Zhong put her finger on her lips, made a "hush" gesture, and pointed to the flower hall.
Bo Yiming understood, and he quietly slipped along the wall to the sliding door of the flower hall and peeked inside.
Inside the flower hall, the rocking chair swayed gently up and down in a certain rhythm.
Wen Cishu was lying on it, having fallen asleep with his body tilted to one side, with the book in his hand draped over his body, his slender fingers still gently pinching the book handle.
The afternoon sun shone on him, warm and comfortable, and time seemed to pass slowly.
Bo Yiming walked in quietly, but he didn't know that the little father woke up as soon as he approached.
Wen Cishu looked at him with a confused look and stretched out his hand.
Bo Yiming bent down and leaned into his little father's arms like a cute and docile puppy to hug him.
"Little daddy?"
When Wen Cishu heard the tone, he wanted to ask for something and teased him deliberately: "Younger son."
Bo Yiming: “?”
"Little daddy, I have something to tell you."
Wen Cishu yawned and pulled the blanket over his face: "How about? Find your big daddy?"
Bo Yiming quickly took the book and the brush and put them aside. "Let me tell you first!"
He walked around to the other side of the rocking chair, pulled down the blanket, and looked into Little Daddy's dark eyes. "Little Daddy, I want to build a tennis court on the farm. What do you think?"
Before he could finish, the little dad's fingers had already pinched his face.
Wen Cishu: "You'd better really ask for my opinion instead of requiring my agreement."
"No, I'm here to ask!"
Aunt Zhong just came in with some tea and pushed a footstool towards the young master.
Bo Yiming squatted on the footstool and said, "Little dad, with a tennis court, Xingxing and I can play every week to exercise and promote height growth. Xingxing said that I have grown taller recently."
Aunt Zhong smiled and said, "Still longer? Then the door frames at home will have to be dismantled and re-raised."
"Grandma Zhong!" Bo Yiming stood up in a flash and jumped on the spot, "Look, I'm still far away from the roof!"
Wen Cishu tried to sit up, but the kid grabbed hold of the armrest and rocked him back down.
He simply didn't move: "Want to build a tennis court? What's the exact location? Have you thought about it?"
Bo Yiming nodded vigorously: "Of course!"
He pulled out a blueprint tucked into his waistband from behind his back.
This surprised the two adults, and they moved closer at the same time.
It is a very regular farm plan.
It is definitely not a random drawing by a child, it must have been extracted from some project files.
Wen Cishu was surprised: "Where did this come from?"
"When Grandfather asked me to sign the contract, there was a copy of it among the many documents." Bo Yiming looked up and explained proudly, "This is not the original, it's a copy. I'm afraid I'll lose the original."
He pointed to a rectangle drawn with a ruler and said, "The farm is here. Little dad, when it's finished, you can go and play."
Wen Cishu smiled: "What about your great father?"
"Big Daddy can go play, too."
Wen Cishu said mischievously: "No, don't let Big Dad go. Only I can go."
"Ah?" Bo Yiming didn't understand. Why did the little dad suddenly stop playing with the big dad? That's great, let's play with him.
"Well! I told Xingxing that only the little dad can go!"
Wen Cishu muttered to himself: Why is this child's head so full of stars?
In the original book, these two children had no intersection at all, but I didn't expect them to get along so well.
He asked curiously, "Yiming, do you have any good friends in school?"
"Yes." Bo Yiming nodded.
Wen Cishu looked at him intently, "Who? What's your name? Why didn't you tell me?"
“Because there are too many.”
Bo Yiming boasted, "Everyone likes me very much and wants to be friends with me. They keep calling me and asking me to go swimming, play ball, and ride horses with them, but I don't want to."
Wen Cishu thought it might be a character related to the original book, but who knew it would be like this.
"Why not? Don't you wish you had lots of friends?"
Bo Yiming shook his head: "I don't like them being too enthusiastic. I like Brother Xingxing."
Wen Cishu: “……?”
He couldn't help but looked up in surprise and looked at Aunt Zhong who was present.
Aunt Zhong shrugged slightly, as if to say: All children are like this, what can you do?
Bo Yiming carefully placed the floor plan on the blanket in front of the young father, spread his legs and slid to the sides, slowly lowered his body, and continued: "When I am enthusiastic about the stars, the stars will be very happy; when I am not enthusiastic, the stars will be nice to me. Not like school classmates..."
"Um?"
Bo Yiming raised his eyes and blinked at his young father: "My classmates at school get upset when the test results come out. Sometimes they are good, sometimes they are bad."
I see.
Wen Cishu ruffled his hair.
Bo Yiming leaned his head against his father's arms and then looked up. "Then my father agreed to build a tennis court! Thank you, my father!"
He ran away in a flash.
Wen Cishu: “?”
He asked Aunt Zhong slowly, "Did I agree?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to go play?"
Aunt Zhong held down the rocking chair and asked him to stand up. "Go walk around in the garden. Your bones will get sore if you lie down for too long."
"Oh." Wen Cishu stood up and brushed off the dust in the air, then walked out to see the "fatherly love potatoes" that Bo Tingyuan had asked him to plant.
It is growing well and there is indeed no sign of having been replaced.
I guess new potatoes can really grow.
"Second Young Master, there's a phone call." Aunt Zhong came forward with the phone.
It was Bo Tingyuan who called.
Wen Cishu took it, walked towards the flower hall, and lay down. "Did Yiming come looking for you?"
"No." Bo Tingyuan asked with concern, "Did you take a nap?"
"Just woke up." Wen Cishu was curious, "Then you are looking for me?"
Bo Tingyuan: "Nothing."
Wen Cishu pulled the blanket in front of him. Seeing that Aunt Zhong had left, he lowered his voice and asked softly, "Do you miss me?"
Bo Tingyuan: "Come over here?"
Wen Cishu snorted: "What's so good about going to your office? I don't want to go there."
Bo Tingyuan said slowly: "Then I will change the sofa and then the bed in the lounge."
"Hey! That's not what I meant."
Wen Cishu interrupted him, "People in the company might wonder what we are doing. It's immoral to be in public!"
He had no doubt that Mr. Bo, whose words were law, could really do something as outrageous as "changing beds and sofas".
Bo Tingyuan chuckled.
After the call ended.
Wen Cishu sat in the rocking chair in a daze. When Aunt Zhong came back, he asked, "Aunt Zhong, how did I spend my wedding anniversary?"
This was the first time Aunt Zhong heard him care about this issue, and her expression seemed calm but also a little surprised.
"Didn't you say you didn't?"
Wen was stuck in the dictionary, and could only try to smooth things over: "It's been almost ten years, isn't it? I have to commemorate it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to look at the ring on his left ring finger, slowly turning it in a circle, and an idea came to his mind.
Aunt Zhong asked: "What should we do at home?"
Wen Cishu smiled and said, "No need, won't he know once you are ready?"
It is self-evident who “he” is.
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company.
In between his busy schedule, Bo Tingyuan took a few minutes to listen to Wen Cishu talk, and he felt much more relaxed.
He had just put down his phone when the computer screen on his desk indicated that there was a new email.
The email came from a designer of a French jewelry brand.
The antique jewelry shop he went to when he first met Wen Cishu.
The content is several very clear photos of the wedding rings, and Bo Tingyuan is asked to give his final opinion. If confirmed to be correct, they will be sent out as scheduled.
After checking it, Bo Tingyuan replied to confirm.
His green eyes looked at the photo on the desk, which was the most recently replaced one.
A hilarious moment of a family of three in a variety show.
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That night.
Bo Yiming was dragged to the study by his two fathers and re-explained the concept of the tennis court.
Wen Cishu had already heard it once, so he didn't listen carefully, and his eyes kept glancing at Bo Tingyuan's left hand resting on the armrest.
I don't know how many times, but Bo Tingyuan naturally noticed it and kept an eye on him quietly.
Wen Cishu thought to himself: Why should I just read it? Can I just ask for it directly?
So, while Bo Yiming was talking at a hoarse voice, he reached under the table to grab Bo Tingyuan's ring.
As a result, Bo Tingyuan raised his fingers and held his hand.
Wen Cishu pushed him and insisted on taking off the ring.
The two of them childishly played "hand fight" back and forth.
Bo Yiming held the water cup to his lips, staring at the documents on the desk, and said with a fierce look on his face: "Your lovely little son is talking about something very important. You have to respect the children!"
Wen Cishu quickly slapped Bo Tingyuan's hand away and glared at him: "Hurry up and explain to that brat!"
Bo Tingyuan held his hand tightly, pressing it between his palm and knees and rubbing it.
He said to his youngest son, "Yes, I will arrange it."
After saying that, he looked at his son who was motionless and unwilling to go back to his room: "Anything else?"
Bo Yiming lowered his head, hesitating.
Wen Cishu felt something was wrong.
Every day, more and more requests are made.
“We need to dig a swimming pool?”
"No." Bo Yiming raised his eyes and looked at him, "Little dad, it's just that I think it would be very happy if Xingxing and I went to school together."
Wen Cishu held his forehead with his hand.
What does it mean for this kid to have two dads?
A wishing well?
Bo Tingyuan asked, "Have you talked to Xingxing?"
"Not yet." Bo Yiming lowered his head. "Brother Xingxing said he wanted to visit my school. So I thought..."
Wen Cishu said earnestly, "Yiming, don't tell Xingxing yet. This matter is quite important. It's not as simple as you two going to school together."
"Oh." Bo Yiming agreed obediently.
Wen Cishu was afraid that he would be sad, so he rubbed his fluffy hair and found that it didn't feel right, so he reminded him: "Get a haircut before school starts."
Bo Tingyuan said nothing, just quietly watched Wen Cishu say these words, as if thinking about something.
"Oh." Bo Yiming puffed up his cheeks, "Then little dad, big dad, would you consider it?"
Bo Tingyuan said: "Let's discuss it first."
Wen Cishu nodded to show his agreement.
When Bo Yiming left the room, he poked his head through the crack of the door and said loudly, "Dad, please discuss my proposal with me. Please discuss it seriously."
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and told him to go back and rest.
After the kid closed the door, Wen Cishu asked softly, "What do you think?"
Bo Tingyuan turned the ring on his ring finger: "I thought you would agree immediately."
"ah?……"
Wen Cishu looked into his green eyes, calmed down in an instant, and couldn't help but ask softly, "From your perspective, do I really hope that Xingxing and Yiming are dating?"
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan did not deny it, "You mentioned this child quite a few times."
Wen Cishu: ...So it was caused by yourself?
"So you're ready to agree?"
Bo Tingyuan looked at him quietly with an indifferent expression.
After a few seconds, Wen Cishu raised his eyebrows: "Hmm?"
Bo Tingyuan: "Do you hope to accomplish this?"
Wen Cishu thought thoughtfully: In fact, the two children now have such a good relationship, which is already a change of the original book's plot.
Simply considering the current status of his two children, he is happy to see it happen.
He nodded slowly, then asked, "What's the use of my hope? Don't you think the parents of the stars have their own considerations? Maybe they will be sent abroad soon."
When he participated in a variety show before, Wen Cishu heard several guests say that many celebrity children would arrange to go abroad early in order to avoid being photographed by entertainment reporters.
Bo Tingyuan stood up, bent down and kissed him on the cheek: "It's a good opportunity for us to go to France to study together, so you don't have to worry."
"oh--"
Wen Cishu reacted and pushed him away when he tried to hug her, but failed.
"You are selfishly planning to send Yiming away, and you are still looking for a study partner for him, right?!"
Bo Tingyuan hugged the soft person and walked towards the bedroom: "I'm still looking for something."
"What?"
"Keep it secret for now."
Wen Cishu thought to himself, it just so happens that I have one too.
He usually can't keep secrets and wants to know the truth about everything.
I didn't ask any further questions today.
Bo Tingyuan looked at him and said, "Aren't you curious?"
Wen Cishu pouted as he stared at her, and leaned back when he was about to kiss her, chuckling: "Bo Tingyuan, how come you can't stand a little bit of a test? You don't have any self-control!"
The long black hair was draped over Bo Tingyuan's shoulders, swaying like willow branches in the warm breeze.
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