Chapter 11
After Bo Yiming finished his bath, he waited for his little father to wash up before changing into the four-piece suit that had been taken out.
The audience was originally discussing whether a nine-year-old child would change his quilt cover.
What he took out was not a duvet cover, but a compressed quilt, which he could directly lay out after opening it.
The kid was jumping around and playing on the bed, and then he made the bed.
The bedding is so soft that the audience can see through the screen that the material is super comfortable.
[Mingzai is awesome, lively, sensible and optimistic. I love him as both a son and a friend.]
[Is this an advertisement for a four-piece suit? Mingzai, please tell me what brand it is.]
When Wen Cishu stepped out of the bathroom, her long black hair was tied into a loose, slightly messy bun at the back of her head, with a few strands of hair hanging down disobediently on the back of her neck.
The pearly white silk pajamas were thin and soft against his skin.
There was still some redness on the cheeks that had just been steamed by the hot air, and the black hair and black eyes looked more like a carefully drawn painting.
Although Wen Cishu was thin, he was at least 1.8 meters tall. His straight shoulders supported the soft, skin-friendly pajamas, revealing his narrow waist.
[Ahhhh, what's with the fair skin and beautiful face, the thin waist and long legs, you're yelling at your wife]
[My sweet and soft wife, I want to kiss her to death! 】
Bo Yiming stood at the end of the bed, raised his hands, and asked excitedly: "Little Dad, I've got it all!"
Wen Cishu walked over and touched the smooth bed sheet, then looked up at the little monkey looking down at him, and praised with a smile: "Well, Mingming baby is the best."
Under the light, Bo Yiming's eyes, which were shimmering with a circle of golden light, were blank, and then he shyly fell back on the quilt, raised one leg, and hugged the soft pillow. “Ah~”
Wen Cishu noticed that his ears seemed to be turning red, so he smiled and walked over to rub the back of his head.
Turn into a little monkey with a red face.
So cute.
He pulled back the quilt and sat in. "Come on, let's go to bed."
"Hmm~" Bo Yiming sat up on his knees and helped pull the quilt. "Little dad, don't you want to read? There are books in the suitcase."
Wen Cishu tilted his head to adjust the pillow and asked, "Did Grandpa put it there?"
"Yeah." Bo Yiming said as he went to get it.
Wen Cishu held his arm and said, "Dad is a little tired today and wants to go to bed directly. Okay?"
Bo Yiming tilted his head and observed carefully, only to find that the young father seemed a little tired. After the heat on his face faded, his skin seemed transparent.
"Then go to sleep quickly, little daddy."
He helped the little father lie down and gently tidied up his long hair that was scattered on one side, as if afraid of hurting it.
Wen Cishu closed his eyes and whispered, "Yiming, if you feel bored, why don't you go play with the stars?"
Just now after dinner, Chu Han told him that they had a late break, so if the two children wanted to play together they could go anytime.
“It won’t be boring.”
Bo Yiming still spoke in his normal tone, but his voice was much lower.
"Little daddy, go to sleep and don't talk."
Wen Cishu didn't say anything else. After lying down on the comfortable bed, fatigue invaded him from every angle and his consciousness gradually faded away.
Bo Yiming knelt beside his little father and rearranged his hair according to his own ideas.
Soon the work was done, and he quietly stepped back, with a look of joy on his face as if he was admiring a work of art that he had carefully created.
Wen Cishu's phoenix eyes were closed, and her thick, long, and dense black eyelashes covered her jade-like skin. Her outline was clear and extremely soft, as if she was a beauty in a classical Chinese painting.
The audience watching the live broadcast immediately understood what the little guy meant.
[Ahhhh, it’s Sleeping Beauty’s little daddy!] 】
[It is a traditional Chinese Sleeping Beauty! My wife is exactly what I imagined an ancient handsome man to be. She bit the corner of the quilt and rolled around like crazy.
[Mingzi, you know how to pamper the audience. Sister loves you, loves you, loves you~]
[Mingzai: I also inherited three points of this top-notch good looks~ So proud! 】
Wen Cishu fell asleep early, but he didn't know that his sleep had become a hot topic and headline on major platforms.
#Parent-child variety show Sleeping Beauty#
#Chinese Sleeping Beauty Little Dad#
The audience who heard the news and rushed in from external platforms to "identify" the appearance brought a small peak in the nighttime live broadcast viewing traffic, making the program staff so excited that they exclaimed it was incredible.
It turns out this is what it feels like when you meet a guest who “attracts a lot of traffic.”
The most special thing is that this guest is truly an amateur with no one behind him.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Wrapped in a quilt and cuddling up to his little father, Bo Yiming hummed and talked in his sleep: "Roast... goose... is delicious... um... delicious..."
There were still many viewers who stayed up late at night and heard these words.
[Mingzai, tell me the truth. You are staring at the goose in broad daylight. Do you just want to take a bite of it? 】
[I didn’t see this scene? 】
[It’s time for Zhou Xu to lead Mingzai and the others to catch ducks]
[Oh oh oh, I'm watching my wife fishing hehe]
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Outside the farm.
What surprised the program staff even more was that they originally thought that Wen Cishu's family would return home in the evening, but unexpectedly two larger, more luxurious and comfortable RVs slowly arrived.
The bodyguards and aunts packed up and seemed to be spending the night with the father and son from the program crew.
Late night.
Under the night sky, the moon hangs high in the sky.
The lights were still on in the windows of one of the white RVs.
Bo Tingyuan, who was sitting on the large sofa, washed up and wore the same dark blue silk pajamas as Wen Cishu.
In a dim night light, the whole person's body seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, with only the pair of dark green eyes reflecting the screen light from two different angles.
Without the obstruction of his glasses, Wen Cishu's profile was fully and deeply imprinted in his eyes.
On the table, there were a pair of frameless glasses thrown over there casually, with a small white medicine bottle next to the temples.
Bo Tingyuan pinched his eyebrows hard with his fingers, but still looked at the person on the screen with affection.
The fingertips did not exert enough force and the skin between the eyebrows was pinched red.
Anxiety and uneasiness permeate every breath.
His teeth were unconsciously clenched, making him look like he was trying hard to suppress his frenzy.
A few minutes later, the hand that quickly picked up the medicine bottle declared a complete failure of self-control.
Bo Tingyuan quickly poured out two pills, picked up the bottle of water and drank it all.
Even when he raised his head to drink water, his eyes were still looking at Wen Cishu who was sleeping peacefully.
The medicine swallowed along with warm water could not save him, as if the person on the screen was the only real medicine.
After drinking half a bottle of water, Bo Tingyuan's restlessness was suppressed, and he gradually calmed down. He looked down at the few remaining medicine bottles.
With a deep breath, he picked up his glasses and put them on his high nose.
The moment the lenses covered the eyes, the gloomy fog seemed to slowly dissipate.
Bo Tingyuan picked up his phone and made a call.
The call was answered quickly by the other end, and it was a deep, middle-aged female voice, who said in English: [Hello Mr. Bo, how are you feeling recently? 】
Bo Tingyuan: [Doctor Xu, please prescribe a bottle of medicine for me as soon as possible. 】
【What? 】
Doctor Xu's voice became a little nervous: [Under normal circumstances, the medicine prescribed last time should last until the end of the year. What unexpected situation occurred? Did you increase your medication? The situation suddenly worsens? 】
Bo Tingyuan's gaze fell on the face on the screen: [No, there was no surprise. 】
Doctor Xu said sternly: [Mr. Bo, as an adult, you should know that concealing the emergency situation will cause the doctor to make a wrong judgment...]
Bo Tingyuan: [I will control my medication. 】
Under the strong pressure, Dr. Xu knew that as long as he was unwilling to reveal it, he would not be able to say more.
[Okay, I'll have someone send it to the mansion tomorrow. But you should definitely come for a checkup before the end of the year. 】
【Um. 】
After hanging up the phone, Bo Tingyuan returned to silence.
He had just asked his assistant to turn off everything that might make any sound, leaving only his own breathing and the audible breathing of Wen Cishu.
It was light and warm, just like whispering in his ear, able to slightly dispel the uneasy factors floating in his world.
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At dawn, a pink, gauze-like morning glow appeared on the horizon.
The round sun slowly rises from the horizon.
Uncle Xu got up early as usual, and the first thing he did was to get into Bo Tingyuan's RV.
He actually found that the young master was staring at the screen intently, his eyes were red with fatigue.
Although Bo Tingyuan's figure was still upright at this moment, he would not show a depressed look even when sitting casually.
But Uncle Xu truly felt that he was in torment all night, like a ferocious trapped beast, facing an unprecedented crisis.
The last time Uncle Xu saw a similar situation was when the young master was born.
His eyes slowly turned to the two screens.
In one shot, the gentleman is sleeping peacefully on his side;
The other one can take a picture of both the gentleman and the young master at the same time.
Uncle Xu stepped forward and asked with concern: "Young Master? You...didn't sleep all night?"
Bo Tingyuan moved his dry lips, and his voice seemed to come from his chest, very dull.
"I forgot to tell Yiming,"
"What?"
Even though Uncle Xu was the person in the Bo family who knew the eldest young master best, he was still a little confused at this moment.
Bo Tingyuan: "His little dad can't sleep on his side."
Uncle Xu savored the dignified and reproachful tone, and was startled: "Young Master is only nine years old after all, and he can't be perfect in everything. Young Master, please don't..."
Before he could utter the word "angry", Bo Tingyuan raised his head and looked at him through the thin and cold glasses.
Uncle Xu stopped consciously.
Bo Tingyuan looked at the screen again and saw his youngest son curled up into a small ball and stuck behind his little father.
Just like Rongrong who always pinches Zhu Wei's clothes in the show, he is also a little tail.
He said slowly, "Please ask Master Chen from Lee Kee to come over and prepare the roast goose at home."
The tone of his voice was no different from usual, as if what happened just now was just Uncle Xu's hallucination.
He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he had misunderstood the young master. He smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll contact him right away. Sir, you also like to eat two more pieces of meat with the sour plum sauce made by Master Chen himself."
After Uncle Xu returned to the RV, he contacted Master Chen who was in the south.
Aunt Zhong was listening nearby and said, "Ask Chef Chen to bring some fresh soup ingredients from their restaurant."
Uncle Xu conveyed all of this and contacted the private jet team to send Master Chen over immediately.
He then brought breakfast to the eldest young master and informed him that everything had been arranged.
"When we get home after the show, Chef Chen should have prepared a table of food."
He could imagine that the young master would definitely jump up and down when he saw the roast goose.
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