Chapter 108
A few days later.
When Wen Cishu went downstairs, he saw Uncle Xu walking into the living room with two large gift boxes. "Uncle Xu? Why did you come back today?"
Uncle Xu smiled and said, "Yes, I just arrived at the mansion this morning."
He carefully looked at the gentleman's complexion, which seemed to be better than the day he left, so he felt more relieved.
These two days he was at home, talking on the phone with people in the mansion, and he also wanted to express his concern specifically.
Wen Cishu quickened his pace and walked forward: "Why don't you stay at home for a few more days?"
Uncle Xu invited him to sit on the sofa and explained, "I won't have anything to do after this. It just so happens that the young master is about to start school, so I'd better go home early."
He placed the box in front of the teacher and said, "This is the new semester uniform that the school just sent."
In previous years, these things were delivered directly to Bo Yiming's room, and Wen Cishu had never handled them.
There were several boxes, obviously multiple sets.
He was a little curious, but he didn't let the kid have the fun of opening the box himself, so he just took out the school envelope card from it.
The speech, written in both Chinese and English, was meant to welcome students back to school and send blessings.
Wen Cishu thought about it and felt that he could prepare a back-to-school gift for the kid first.
He was about to speak, but when he looked at Uncle Xu's familiar face, he said, "Uncle Xu, don't be busy today. Take a rest first."
Just then an aunt came over and Wen Cishu asked her to help arrange a driver for the trip.
"To the mall."
Auntie nodded and went to do it quickly.
Uncle Xu said, "I'm not tired. If you go out, please have two bodyguards."
Wen Cishu thought about it and didn't refuse.
After Uncle Xu left, he picked up the clothes box on the coffee table and walked into the elevator.
Go to Bo Yiming's bedroom.
Wen Cishu placed the box on the chest of drawers in the cloakroom.
He opened the kid's wardrobe, looked through it carefully, and prepared to buy him some more clothes.
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When Bo Yiming returned home, he found that his young father was not at home.
"Where did you go?"
He went to participate in a cycling activity organized by his classmates in the morning, and rushed home in a hurry, his face still flushed with heat, "Why didn't you take me with you?"
Uncle Xu said, "Sir, you also have your own things to do."
My husband just told me before he left not to reveal that he was going to the mall.
"What if the little daddy is not feeling well outside?"
Bo Yiming took the warm water handed to him by his aunt, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, "Where's my great dad?"
Uncle Xu explained that he brought two bodyguards.
"Young master, go take a shower and change your clothes first. Sweating can easily lead to catching a cold." He mentioned the matter of school clothes, intending to divert his attention.
But Bo Yiming still poked his watch and called the young father. As soon as the call was connected, he muttered and asked why he didn't take him out with him.
Wen Cishu questioned: "Little idiot, don't I have my own things to do?"
Bo Yiming pouted: "I can wait at the place where my little dad is doing his work."
The tone of voice sounded so aggrieved.
Uncle Xu understood immediately and probably thought that he had missed a good opportunity to play with his master.
Wen Cishu chuckled: "Thank you so much for your filial piety~"
Bo Yiming greeted Uncle Xu and walked towards the stairs: "Little Dad, what time are you going home? Can I wait for you?"
The VIP lounge of a brand store in a shopping mall.
Wen Cishu took a sip from his teacup and smiled, changing the subject: "Did you have fun cycling this morning?"
"It's okay, I just kept riding." Bo Yiming's attention was diverted and he began to talk about the incident where two classmates accidentally bumped into each other and scraped their knees during cycling.
"Are you okay?" Wen Cishu asked cautiously.
A boastful voice came from the phone.
"Of course not, I am the young master of the Bo family who possesses superb athletic talent!"
Just after he finished speaking, he added: "Where are you? If you don't tell me, Little Dad, I will...I will tell Big Dad that you are missing."
Wen Cishu frowned: "...Is this something a child can say?"
Bo Yiming: "How about...I'll go ask the driver? They will definitely know."
Wen Cishu was afraid that he would really go and tell his father nonsense, "Okay, okay, I'm at the mall. Come on, little follower."
"Hehe~ I am concerned about little daddy~" Bo Yiming said proudly, "Then come over after I take a shower."
Wen Cishu had indeed not chosen a gift yet, but he agreed.
After putting down his phone, his eyes looked at the men's accessories on the royal blue velvet tray in front of him.
The small diamonds inlaid on the jewelry reflect a cold light.
The original book states that Yiming couldn't stand not seeing the protagonist's emotions, so he chose to illegally imprison him.
Wen Cishu looked at his phone and muttered to himself: "... Is it available now?"
He raised his hand unintentionally and accidentally knocked over the cup of water on the coffee table, and the remaining two-thirds of the water spilled out.
This little accident caused the two brand sales consultants to jump up almost at the same time and reach out to grab the customer's mobile phone at the same time.
Wen Cishu was born without motor cells, and due to his physical condition, he has always been slow to react.
Therefore, by the time he was about to take action, his cell phone had already been snatched away, and some water splashed into the jewelry tray instead.
The sales consultant immediately asked, "Mr. Wen, I'm so sorry. Are you frightened?"
He handed over the phone.
Another person quickly cleaned up the scene.
Wen Cishu went to get his phone: "Thank you." When he saw someone was about to take the jewelry tray away, he said, "I'll pack up all the jewelry in here later."
"Ah?" The two sales consultants were surprised and looked at each other in astonishment.
Two seconds later, they both laughed at the same time.
"Okay, okay, thank you Mr. Wen."
Originally, the jewelry on this tray was the one that Wen Cishu liked the most after his initial screening.
Although I didn't find the most suitable one for the tenth anniversary, it is suitable for daily replacement.
The sales consultant said, "Mr. Wen, our cufflinks, collar stays, tie clips, tie pins, and suit buttons, except for the special mother-of-pearl material, all other metals can be engraved. Do you need it?"
Wen Cishu looked at him.
The sales consultant couldn't help but stand up straight when he saw him looking at him.
The last time Mr. Wen came to the mall, the sales consultants of the brands he visited mentioned him several times in the mall employee group, saying that he was very polite and decent, and had no airs at all.
"Isn't that a pair of pure platinum collar supports with no logs that I just took out?"
"Yes." The consultant immediately went to get it.
Wen Cishu said, "Put this pair together as well."
A good idea came to him.
When he was young, he was not allowed to go out to play. When he got bored of reading, he practiced calligraphy and learned the piano. In addition, he also learned some basic seal carving.
It might just come in handy today.
When Bo Yiming arrived, he was pressed on the sofa by his young father and was not allowed to move.
The consultant served tea and left.
There were only a father and his son in the VIP lounge.
Wen Cishu walked back and forth on the soft carpet.
Bo Yiming's amber eyes scanned left and right following the figure of his little father. "Little daddy? What's wrong with you? Aren't you happy that I came here to accompany you?"
Wen Cishu thought to himself: Stop nagging, little brat, your dad is thinking about something very important!
"Yiming, you are going to school in a few days. If dad goes out, will you accompany him?"
Bo Yiming immediately asked back: "Little Dad, you have to go out every day? Can't you wait for me to rest before going out?"
Wen Cishu:……?
He stood still, his hands slanted in his trouser pockets, staring at his son from a distance.
"Yiming, your grandparents don't control me like that. I can go wherever I want...wherever."
He hesitated a little halfway through the sentence, but still finished it smoothly.
Bo Yiming was not moved at all. He reached out to open the disposable dessert spoon and picked up a delicate little cake. He said confidently: "But my father is not in good health. It is not safe to go out alone."
Wen Cishu stared and frowned.
He now suspected that Yuan Shushou was not in good health either. At least in Bo Yiming's eyes, the other party's health was not good enough, so he had to be "protected in all aspects."
He walked forward and ruffled the kid's hair: "Yiming, I know you care about daddy. But if daddy is in good health, then you don't have to worry too much, okay? Look at your big dad, although he cares about me, he won't ask about these things."
Bo Yiming lowered his head and muttered something.
It wasn't just because he had cream in his mouth, but he spoke in a deliberately vague tone, so that Wen Cishu couldn't hear clearly.
"What?" Wen Cishu sat on the sofa next to him and pinched his little ear. "Hmm? Say it again."
Bo Yiming stuffed the remaining cake into his mouth and said angrily, "Big Daddy is the one who wants Little Daddy to be at home every day! He wants it more than I do."
Wen Cishu: "..."
So, you learned all this from Big Daddy?
Seeing that the little dad was silent, Bo Yiming picked up the small cake and handed it over: "Little dad? Are you angry?"
"No." Wen Cishu pushed his hand away and whispered, "Eat it yourself."
He had vaguely felt a few times before that Bo Tingyuan seemed to want him to stay at home, but he didn't take it seriously and didn't communicate seriously.
In addition, since he learned that Bo Tingyuan had mild separation anxiety, he didn't think much about other aspects.
Now the little monkey's words pointed it out, which reminded him again.
Wen Cishu glanced cautiously at the little monkey eating the third piece of cake:
Your dad is fine, but you seem to be in a serious condition.
"Hmm?" Bo Yiming felt the sharp eyes.
He moved his knees slightly and asked cautiously, "Little Daddy, why do you look like Big Daddy?"
Adults often say that couples who have been married for a long time will look like a married couple.
Bo Yiming felt that his two fathers were indeed becoming more and more alike, especially in certain subtle expressions and living habits.
Wen Cishu was so angry that he pinched his little face: "Why don't you learn something good from your big daddy?"
After saying that, he stood up.
"What?"
Bo Yiming still had something in his mouth. He puffed up his cheeks, put down his spoon, stood up, and followed his father's steps. "I learned French—"
Wen Cishu started the first wave of ridicule: "Hey, you still need to learn French? Isn't it your genes?"
Bo Yiming pouted: "Huh!"
"Then why don't you study English well? Isn't your great father good at English too?"
Bo Yiming was shot for the second time: "Humph!"
But I still remember to take a step forward and open the door for my little father out of filial piety.
"Be good~"
Wen Cishu rubbed his hair and took him out.
"And the same goes for Chinese. Your father studied it for ten years, and you studied it for nine years. Even though you are only one year behind, you are still far inferior to him in speaking Chinese."
"Ahh!" Bo Yiming stomped his feet.
Seeing this, the sales consultants outside the door thought that the young master of the Bo family, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, was going to lose his temper with Mr. Wen, but he did not even break away from his father's arms.
Wen Cishu nodded in thanks, then walked away with the kid.
As soon as he got downstairs, a sales consultant brought up several shopping bags and counted the items with Mr. Wen before handing them over to the bodyguard.
"The platinum collar support without engraving is placed in a small bag for your convenience when you need it immediately."
"Okay, thank you."
Wen Cishu took the small Klein blue jewelry bag.
He didn't expect the brand's consultant to be so thoughtful.
The next second, Bo Yiming grabbed all the other bags, saying in a childish and willful tone: "I don't care, except for the one in Little Daddy's hand, the others belong to me! This is the mental damage compensation for the attack I just received! I won't give any gifts to Big Daddy!"
He turned around and handed all his belongings to the bodyguard, and sternly instructed, "Send them directly to my room when we get home."
The sales consultants in the store couldn't help but be amused by him.
The bodyguard took the shopping bag, but looked at Mr. Wen with a hint of invitation in his eyes.
Wen Cishu nodded and said that he would talk to the kid himself.
He led the group out: "Baby, I chose everything in the style of your great father." He lowered his voice to remind them, "It's very old-fashioned~"
"oh--"
Bo Yiming took a step away, "Little Daddy said Big Daddy is old-fashioned!" He began to poke his watch to make a call, "I'm going to contact Big Daddy right now and tell him!"
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