Chapter 111
On the morning of the first day of school, Wen Cishu got up early and sent the kid to school with Bo Tingyuan.
Bo Yiming sat between the two fathers, with his arms around the new schoolbag given by his young father, and his expression was awkward.
If he goes out to play instead of going to school, his mood will be even higher and fuller.
——How I wish the driver would suddenly make a big turn at the school entrance and take them to the amusement park.
The first time Wen Cishu sent his child to school, he reminded him, "If anything happens at school, call me."
Although Bo Yiming's ears were already numb from hearing this kind of talk, it was his little dad who said it.
He was very happy to listen attentively, and turned his head exaggeratedly, putting his ear close to the little daddy: "Little daddy, what else?"
Wen Cishu walked past him and smiled at Bo Tingyuan.
He put his arm around the little monkey's shoulder and said earnestly, "Also, you must listen carefully to the teacher's lectures. If you don't understand, remember to ask more questions. If you do understand, don't be too proud. The most important thing is to eat more at noon and don't go hungry."
Bo Yiming was so happy that he was speechless and twisted around in his little father's arms.
But then he remembered that he was growing taller rapidly, and the smile on his face disappeared immediately.
——Wow, if he was as tall as Xingxing, or as tall as Rongrong or Xiaoqi, how great it would be. He could always act like a spoiled child in his little daddy’s arms.
Wen Cishu saw that he suddenly pouted, his face full of innocence and pity, "What's wrong?"
He joked, "We're almost at school, are you going to skip school?"
"No way." Bo Yiming tilted his head and rested it on Little Daddy's shoulder. He thought of something and looked at him again. "Little Daddy, remember to pick up your lovely little son this afternoon."
"Of course, come and pick up the cutest baby in our family." Wen Cishu hugged him.
The car stopped on the road in front of the school gate. Wen Cishu combed his hair and straightened his uniform before letting him get out of the car.
Bo Yiming held him down and said, "Little Dad, you don't have to get out of the car to send me off. I'll get off from Big Dad's side."
Bo Tingyuan had indeed pushed the door open.
Wen Cishu looked at the school gate in the distance: "Hmm? Don't you need to send it in?"
Bo Yiming coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "If my classmates knew that two fathers came to see me off today, they would laugh at me."
Wen Cishu: "..."
——What a contradictory yet cute child’s psychology.
"So they won't laugh when they see your big daddy?"
Bo Yiming moved out and said, "I would say they were mistaken. It was the bodyguard at home, hehe!"
As soon as I stepped out, I was met with the stern face of my father.
Bo Yiming carried his schoolbag and nimbly avoided the hand of his father who was about to rub his head. He said in a loud voice, "See you tonight, father!"
Wen Cishu smiled secretly and kept watching the boy's back as he rushed towards the school gate.
Immediately, classmates of different heights came over to say hello.
After Bo Tingyuan got in the car, he asked the driver to drive.
He sat in the middle holding Wen Cishu's hand.
Wen Cishu lowered his voice and asked, "You don't mind what Yiming just said, right?"
He recently discovered that although Bo Tingyuan seemed to be open-minded and broad-minded, he actually also secretly "held grudges".
This was not the first time that Bo Tingyuan had heard his naughty little son say this.
However, since Wen Cishu asked this, he just went along with it.
He pushed up his glasses, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes behind the lenses: "Should I still bother with the child?"
It is said that a pair of moving eyes can speak volumes. Wen Cishu felt a little sorry for him. He held his hand and rubbed it, saying softly, "Then when he gets out of school, I will criticize him. How can you say that about your father?"
After he finished speaking, what responded to him was not Bo Tingyuan's words, but the front and rear soundproofing panels that suddenly rose slowly.
Wen Cishu turned his head slightly to take a look, confused: "Huh?"
Bo Tingyuan said nothing. He just waited for the soundproofing panel to be fully raised, then he hugged the person and sat him on his lap facing each other.
"Hello? It's work time!"
Wen Cishu couldn't help but lean back, and he held his lower back against his waist and abdomen.
He quickly poked at the traffic outside the car window and lowered his voice, "It's rush hour, what do you want to do?"
The windows on both sides were lowered by one third.
Because of this, all the car windows were rolled up by Bo Tingyuan.
Now the back row forms a relatively closed private space.
Wen Cishu read the danger in his silent and obscure eyes, leaned back, and reminded again: "We will be at your company soon."
During breakfast, Wen Cishu specifically mentioned that he would send the child to school first and then send him to work.
Bo Tingyuan placed his palm on the side of his slender neck and rubbed his earlobe with his thumb: "Yiming said that, aren't you going to comfort me?"
Wen Cishu pressed his palm against his and looked at his thin lips, eager to try.
After all, an hour has passed since they kissed each other after brushing their teeth in the morning.
But when he opened his mouth, the words that came out became: "Oh, you were just pretending to be pitiful, you didn't care at all, right? Um——"
Bo Tingyuan smiled and kissed her.
He didn't take off his glasses, so he turned his face, and his tall nose just touched Wen Cishu's cheek.
When the kiss ended, Wen Cishu said with a hurried breath: "Fortunately I don't wear glasses, otherwise they would be broken if you touched me like this."
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his cheek: "Did you bump into anything?"
"Yes." Wen Cishu pulled his hand and bit his wrist, leaving a tooth mark.
He has been learning bad things recently, and he likes to leave some marks of his own on Bo Tingyuan.
Bo Tingyuan saw him lower his eyes to admire the marks, and then he pulled the sleeves of his black shirt outwards to cover the marks.
Wen Cishu's series of unintentional little movements seemed to transmit a tiny electric current through the tooth mark to the depths of Bo Tingyuan's heart, causing waves of numbness.
Wen Cishu was about to raise her eyes, but he slowly lifted her chin so that she could meet his mysterious and deep green eyes.
This time, it was Wen Cishu who slowly raised his hand to take off his glasses, then took the initiative to put his arms around his neck and kissed him.
The large palms massaged his slender back, as if to press him into his chest.
While they were kissing passionately, the phone in the armrest rack suddenly vibrated.
Bo Tingyuan freed his hand and picked it up.
At the same time, they saw the word "Yiming" displayed on the screen.
Wen Cishu was stunned, and pressed the answer button faster than him.
Before the two of them could say anything, they heard their son's words coming from the other end of the phone.
"Big Daddy, did you go to work? Did you go home? Where's my little daddy?"
Wen Cishu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"I'm on my way to the company and I'm not there yet. Just go to school and don't worry about these things."
After listening to Yuan's words, Bo hung up the phone, hugged him tightly, and kissed his soft and plump lips, "What are you laughing at?"
Wen Cishu smiled and shook his head, then asked, "How could you hang up first? What if Yiming has something else to say?"
Bo Tingyuan: "I'll call you again if I have any."
He knew his youngest son's habits very well.
Wen Cishu sat up straight and said in a serious tone: "Okay. Mr. Bo, you need to correct your attitude. What does it look like to tug and pull on the way to work?"
He put the glasses back on Bo Tingyuan's nose and admired this three-dimensional mixed-race face.
Bo Tingyuan didn't let him go, but looked at him quietly.
The sunlight shone in from the rear and side windows, causing a faint glow between his soft brows.
Only Bo Tingyuan knew that such an ordinary scene was something he could never achieve before.
Wen Cishu saw that he was staring at her intently, and after the strong desire just now faded away, he was replaced by extreme tenderness.
He was held in his arms, his chin resting on his shoulder, and he asked softly, "What did you suddenly think of?"
Bo Tingyuan hugged him tighter: "I'm thinking about you." All the time.
Even though he no longer had nightmares, he still needed to constantly make sure that what he had now was not a fantasy.
Wen Cishu rubbed his back in response.
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School.
Not long after Bo Yiming entered, he received a call from Xingxing.
Xingxing asked a lot of questions about school, and Bo Yiming patiently answered them one by one.
Xingxing: "Brother, how about you come over to my house to play this weekend? I've talked to my parents and they both agree. Oh, and my grandma too."
Bo Yiming felt that his brother Xingxing valued him, so he naturally agreed.
"Shall we sleep in your room?"
"Yeah." Xingxing was a little embarrassed, "My room is not as big as my brother's."
In fact, Bo Yiming had heard him mention this before, but he said as if he had never heard it before: "That doesn't matter. You must have a lot of fun things in your room, right? You won't hide them from your brother, right?"
"Of course not." Xingxing's tone was a little anxious, and she wished her brother would come and live with her tonight. "Brother, remember to tell your two dads after school, don't forget."
Bo Yiming lay on the table and said as a matter of course: "If brother forgets, Xingxing will remind him again tonight."
"Okay." Xingxing agreed readily.
The two children whispered a few more words, and then Bo Yiming pressed the watch.
When he raised his head, he found the teacher standing next to him.
"Um...hello, teacher!"
He jumped up quickly and was not much shorter than the teacher.
The teacher took a step back and said, "Sit down first."
Bo Yiming sat down obediently.
The teacher didn't say much, just reminded: "Pay attention next time, don't talk on the phone when the music is playing in class."
After all, the school has just started, and it is difficult for students to get back into the learning state after having fun during the summer vacation, and teachers can understand that.
Bo Yiming was surprised, huh? It turns out that the class was already in session while I was talking to Xingxing?
He frowned and thought, clearly nothing was said.
He looked at the teacher who walked to the front of the stage again, and thought: If every teacher was a star, it would be great, then long classes wouldn't be so painful and boring.
He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
Before the teacher looked over, Bo Yiming immediately pursed his lips, straightened his chest and raised his head, and widened his amber eyes.
A sentence kept echoing in his mind: "I am the only heir of the Bo family, I must study hard!"
The next second, he looked at his watch.
It’s over, there’s still a long time before the get out of class ends!
The classmates next to him were particularly surprised. Why did they feel that Bo Yiming was a little abnormal at the beginning of the new semester?
——Isn’t he going to study seriously?
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