Chapter 116
For the first time recently, Wen Cishu did not leave his room all day, let alone go downstairs, nor did Bo Tingyuan.
At first, the aunts in the family thought that the husband was unwell, but when they didn't see a doctor coming, they realized that he had to live in his own world.
Starting from morning, Uncle Xu specially brought both meals upstairs and placed them in the living room.
The tray was brought into the bedroom by the eldest young master, and Uncle Xu didn't even see the master.
Bedroom in the afternoon.
Wen Cishu was wearing a loose black shirt, and his inky black hair was draped over his shoulders, almost blending into the shirt.
The shirt was only buttoned once, and the skin that was faintly visible between the collar was dazzlingly white.
He was leaning on the sofa, soft and boneless, with his long legs resting on the armrests and a dark green ribbon tied around his slender ankles.
As the ankles swing gently, the hanging ribbons sway like leaves in the wind.
Wen Cishu closed his eyes slightly and looked at the person sitting behind the table from afar - Bo Tingyuan who was painting.
In the morning he said he wanted to go out for a walk, but Bo Tingyuan didn't say anything; he said he wanted to go to the restaurant to eat, but Bo Tingyuan still didn't say anything; he listed one thing after another, but it didn't work anyway.
At the end, he joked, "Why don't you just stay in your room all day and not go out today?"
Bo Tingyuan nodded: "This is a good suggestion."
Wen Cishu was so angry that he wanted to hit him with a pillow.
Unexpectedly, Bo Tingyuan not only did not allow him to go out, he even did not allow him to step foot on the ground after getting out of bed.
Wen Cishu also unexpectedly lived a good life with food and clothes provided for him.
At this moment, he stretched himself, leaned on the soft pillow and yawned, and said lazily: "If you draw me ugly, you will sleep in Yiming's room today."
The movement was so large that the hem of her dress accidentally pulled up, revealing part of her waist.
When Wen Cishu saw that he didn't answer, he turned his head and realized that his eyes were on his waist. An smiled and put his hand on it to rub it.
Their eyes met, and sparks flew.
Wen Cishu saw his movements and thought he was coming over, so he quickly stopped him: "Hey, hey, hey, draw well."
Bo Tingyuan just picked up the water cup, indicating that he had no intention of going over.
Wen Cishu hummed softly, lifted up his legs tied with ribbons and swayed gently on the outside of the armrest.
Just as he was trying to tease him, with a smile on his face, he heard a slight sound of a camera snapping.
Wen Cishu immediately turned his head and looked over: "Aren't you painting? Why are you using a camera? This is a foul."
Bo Tingyuan looked closely at the frozen image captured on his mobile phone, his eyes focused.
He looked extremely focused, his eyes fixed on the painting, as if he was appreciating a work of art.
This made Wen Cishu suddenly curious: "Let me see?"
Bo Tingyuan put down his phone: "Wait until the painting is finished before looking at it."
Wen Cishu was out of breath. He sat up and tried to get his cell phone, but his slippers were not found by the sofa.
Bo Tingyuan stopped him: "Sit down."
Wen Cishu looked at him, and slowly stepped his feet on the carpet provocatively. When he frowned, he smiled and retracted his feet, and stretched out his hand to him: "Then come and hug me quickly."
Bo Tingyuan stood up, walked over and picked him up.
Wen Cishu rubbed his face against his and asked softly, "Bo Tingyuan, you really won't let me leave the room?"
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan seemed to have found a way to get along with others that made him feel more secure than before.
——He and Wen Cishu stayed in the same space inseparable. Whenever he raised his eyes, he could see Wen Cishu with a smile on his face within his sight.
If this smile comes from him, then in addition to a sense of security, he can even taste the sweetness of happiness.
Bo Tingyuan held him and sat on the chair in front of the table.
Wen Cishu first looked at the drawing paper on the table - it was the one that Uncle Xu had just found in Bo Yiming's room.
His tone was extremely exaggerated: "Wow, the painting of me is so beautiful, isn't it? Mr. Bo, this is really a master's technique."
Bo Tingyuan raised his eyebrows.
The piece of paper on the table is pure white.
He hadn't even started writing yet.
Wen Cishu was clearly joking, but he laughed so hard that he fell into his arms.
After he pinched her ear, she looked up and asked, "You've been sitting here for so long, but you haven't started writing yet?"
He raised his hand and pretended to use a microphone to interview someone. "Excuse me, Mr. Painter, is this a problem with me as the model?"
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes to admire his happy look with narrowed eyes while smiling, then bent his head and kissed his hand: "Of course."
"Hey, my hands are dirty."
Wen Cishu rubbed it exaggeratedly on his chest's clothes and laughed happily again.
Bo Tingyuan held him and sat him on his lap, face to face, recording every inch of his smile with his eyes.
The corners of his lips curved naturally, and his dark eyes were like clear springs, clean and clear, yet concealing a hint of hesitation.
Wen Cishu saw that he was looking at him steadily in silence. Without the obstruction of glasses, the look in his green eyes always exuded an extremely seductive desire.
He slowly stopped smiling, subconsciously leaned back to avoid him, moved his lips, and said in a low voice: "No."
"What?" Bo Tingyuan's voice was also very light, almost a breath.
Wen Cishu's wet tongue quickly licked his dry lower lip and reminded him: "That... too much will hurt your body."
Bo Tingyuan raised his thick eyebrows slightly, leaned over and bit his soft lips gently: "Then how did you seduce me just now?"
Wen Cishu suddenly pushed him with a burning sensation, "I didn't! Mr. Bo, you should be more careful with your words and stop slandering people."
Bo Tingyuan took his hand and touched his waist and abdomen, just like he had done just now.
“That doesn’t count?”
"Of course not!" Wen Cishu quickly pulled his hand away. Seeing that he was staring at him like a hawk staring at its prey, he raised his head and shouted at the roof, "Hey! Where did you come from, monster? Don't destroy my practice!"
Perhaps it was because the opera voice was too impactful that Bo Tingyuan paused.
Wen Cishu pushed away his shoulders and said, "Okay, okay, let's go out. We can't stay here any longer."
He patted the blank drawing on the table seriously and said, "Look, you didn't draw anything at all." He pointed to the company documents on the corner of the table and said, "You didn't do any work either."
Finally, he clapped his hands and asked, "Boss Bo, in our Chinese history, excessive debauchery will lead to trouble."
Bo Tingyuan really likes his nonsense these days, so he said in agreement, "There are many in French history, too."
"I'm glad you know." Wen Cishu pushed him, but he didn't move, so he glared at him.
Finally, it was the vibration of his cell phone that saved him.
The caller was their adorable little son.
"Yiming..."
Wen Cishu spoke in a long tone, dangling his feet, and pointed at the bed to Bo Tingyuan, indicating that he should carry him over.
"Where are you? Are you missing your little daddy?"
Bo Yiming responded obediently: "Yeah~"
Bo Tingyuan didn't move. While he was talking to his son on the phone, he opened the collar of his shirt to reveal his sexy collarbone and shoulders, and leaned forward to him.
Wen Cishu: "..."
"Little daddy? Didn't you take a nap?"
Bo Yiming deliberately called the older father's cell phone, fearing that he would disturb the younger father's rest.
Wen Cishu reacted and praised, "You are so good, Yiming. I can't take a nap, your daddy..." Suddenly realized that he couldn't say that to a child, "Your daddy has something to talk to me about."
"Ah?" Bo Yiming was surprised. "Big Dad is really something. Can't we talk about it later?"
"That's right~" Wen Cishu really wanted to hug the cute little guy.
He did his best to ignore the person "nibbling and nibbling" on his shoulder and asked about his day.
Bo Yiming naturally had a lot of fun.
"Little dad, I want Xingxing and I to stay at our house tonight? What do you think? We want to stay in a tent."
Since Wen Cishu had just clicked on the speakerphone, Bo Tingyuan could also clearly hear what his youngest son said.
He slowly raised his face and said, "I'll have someone bring the tent to you."
Wen Cishu: "..."
He winked at him, asking him not to be so "excessive".
But the next second, Bo Yiming cheered: "Okay, thank you big daddy~ Then I'm fine, little daddy. Goodbye, little daddy~"
Wen Cishu: "Ah? Just agree to it?"
Bo Yiming said coquettishly: "Hehe~ I just want to sleep in a tent~ Goodbye, little daddy~"
After the call ended, Wen Cishu was speechless. "So naughty."
He pressed his phone on the table, thinking he could go downstairs when the brat got home.
Bo Tingyuan held his waist: "Yiming is like you, lively."
"Where?" Wen Cishu was surprised. "How is that like me? Am I usually so out of tune?"
Eyes met.
Obviously, he was the one who was not very focused.
Wen Cishu curled his lips, stepped on the carpet, stood up and pushed him away: "Get up! You are not allowed to stay in the room!"
Bo Tingyuan was afraid that he would fall, so he held his waist and looked up at him.
Wen Cishu rarely looked at him from this angle. He wanted to grumble to him, but when he raised his eyes, he was stuck.
Looking at Bo Tingyuan from this angle actually made him want to hug him.
But he obviously did nothing.
Wen Cishu frowned slightly, pondering the source of this thought.
But he didn't think too long, his body made a decision faster than his brain, and bent down and reached out to hug him.
Bo Tingyuan naturally welcomed his embrace. Seeing his expression suddenly change, he asked, "What's wrong? You don't want to stay in the room, you want to go out, right?"
Wen Cishu shook his head and said emotionally: "Bo Tingyuan, I love you." I love you very much.
The arm around my waist suddenly tightened.
Bo Tingyuan said in French: [I love you, forever]
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