Chapter 14
Wen Cishu didn't know whether Bo Yiming's impassioned speech about how young and ignorant he was could inspire Zhou Xu's ambition.
But as a parent, he fell into new thoughts.
After the guests tried their best to restore the farm, the first episode of "Zizai is Superman" came to an end.
When returning to the room to pack his luggage, Wen Cishu watched his son suddenly take out a bag from somewhere and put it into the suitcase.
"Yiming, what is this?"
Bo Yiming was unhappy: "I took some souvenirs home."
Before Wen Cishu reached out his hand, he saw a few small potatoes covered in mud in the bag he opened.
The little cub, who looks as aggrieved as a puppy, is unexpectedly cute at this moment.
Bo Yiming asked nervously, "Little Dad, you won't let me put it back, will you?"
"Well, you should be able to take it." Wen Cishu took it and put it in the space between the suitcases. "If the production team asks, Dad will help you speak."
"Okay!" Bo Yiming tilted his head happily and leaned on his little father's shoulder. His eyes flashed and an idea flashed through his mind.
[Mingzai, don’t worry, the production team won’t be so stingy! 】
[I thought it was something else, but it turned out to be this... OK, only you would take this as a souvenir]
[Hey, wife, don’t be so submissive to our son! My son is almost standing on the table.]
[You are jealous!] Hehehe~】
After the three suitcases were stuffed with clothes and supplies and the father and son were about to go out, they felt something was wrong.
The two looked at each other, and finally stared at each other for a few seconds.
Wen Cishu asked, "Yiming, have you forgotten anything?"
"No, where's the little daddy?"
Bo Yiming turned his head to look at the room. He had already thrown some toiletries into the garbage bag, which was in his hand.
No omissions, it's perfect.
"Let's go, then."
Wen Cishu smiled relaxedly, closed the door, and left the room with his son pushing the suitcase.
[Hey, you don’t want to take this comfortable four-piece suit? 】
[How did you fill the three boxes?] 】
[My wife was very “careful” to separate worn and unworn clothes into different suitcases, but she was “careless” to forget to flatten the clothes, so the suitcase was filled up]
[You have a very smart face, but you are actually a fool in life? Wife, you really need me with your ability to take care of yourself! 】
[Should the program crew give a reminder?] My wife and Mingzi seem to have completely forgotten about this incident...】
[Suddenly I want to pick up a bargain (the dog sneaks into the bed with my wife's body odor)]
[Eh? Don’t say it, don’t say it... take me, take me! 】
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Atrium.
The guests packed their luggage and prepared to leave together.
Xiaoqi pouted and Rongrong drooped his eyes.
Only Xingxing had the same expression as when he first arrived yesterday.
The adults' comfort was of no use. Rongrong sadly pinched her mother's clothes and wiped her red eyes.
Wen Cishu comforted her, "We will play together next week, don't be sad, Rongrong."
Bo Yiming bent down, took out a potato wrapped in a napkin from his coat pocket and stuffed it into Rongrong's hand.
The little girl who was still sobbing suddenly widened her eyes.
Bo Yiming said as a matter of course: "This is our souvenir, sister, just take it."
Then he turned around and took out potatoes from his other pocket and his trouser pocket respectively, and distributed them to Xingxing and Xiaoqi in the same way.
"Xiaoqi is the youngest child, so he should take the biggest potato."
"Xingxing, take this cat head!" Bo Yiming picked up a potato and shook it in front of him. "It's super cute, isn't it?! Just like Xingxing."
Stars: ==
He reached out and held the round potato, which really looked like it had two eyes.
"It's obviously a puppy."
[No wonder Mingzai always says he is cute, it’s true! ! ! ! 】
[Brother Yiming is so awesome! It makes me feel so warm inside]
Wen Cishu was silent: "Yiming, did you take too much?"
Bo Yiming chuckled and jumped to the little daddy's side: "Little daddy said it. If the production team asks, little daddy will tell us?!"
Wen Ci Shu: Very good, very good!
With Bo Yiming, who is very good at livening up the atmosphere, the atmosphere of separation becomes less heavy.
He was pushing the suitcase and jumping up and down, "We'll come and play together next week!"
Chu Han said, "It seems that we may not come here."
"Wow, that's great." Bo Yiming was even happier. "Xingxing Mom, do you know where to go?"
Chu Han shook his head: "Auntie doesn't know either."
【Uh-huh? New live broadcast location? Are you starting to whet your appetite now? 】
[Today's task was to restore the farm, and I felt that I would not come next time]
[Why didn’t anyone remind me of the four-piece set? I am so anxious】
【Four-piece set: Wuhu, we are free~】
Everyone walked to the farm gate and counted down the time for it to open and leave.
Bo Yiming urged Xingxing, "You need to call your brother, do you understand?"
The stars said nothing.
Wen Cishu rubbed the child's head and said, "Yiming, Xingxing might be busy too?"
Xingxing raised her face: "Uncle, I'm not busy."
Wen Cishu was stunned, it turned out that he had misunderstood: "Is that so? Okay."
Bo Yiming raised his chin proudly: "Little dad, do you think Xingxing likes me very much?"
Wen Cishu thought of the story in the original book and his eyes narrowed slightly.
——The relationship between these characters seems to be getting more and more complicated.
Half a minute later, the farm gate opened and the photographer appeared with a camera.
The program PD reminded: "Please say goodbye to the audience, and see you next time~"
On the live broadcast screen, the audience can clearly see each group of guests walking hand in hand in front of the camera.
When it was Wen Cishu's turn, Bo Yiming stood on tiptoe to block the camera and said seriously: "Everyone, please remember to like me and vote for me, so that I can make my debut."
Wen Cishu: "..."
There was laughter among the guests and staff in the front.
[Little brat, you are blocking your little daddy, my wife! I'm so mad, the last shot ahhhh]
[Ming cub! ! You are nine years old, you should be more sensible! 】
[What kind of voting is this show for, you guy? 】
[Hahahaha, I almost choked to death while holding my dry yogurt bowl]
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The company cars and family vehicles that came to pick up the three celebrity guests were parked in another area.
No one was chatting with each other, but they all noticed the super luxurious RV and black car.
In one car were Zhou Xu's assistant and driver.
The driver asked curiously, "Are they from the program crew?"
Assistant: "I just asked the production crew, and they said it was Yiming's family. It seems like they didn't leave yesterday and have been parked there ever since."
The driver was surprised: "Wait all night?"
The assistant nodded and said, "I think Yiming and his father should have a very good background. However, they are both very casual and don't seem to be arrogant at all."
In the entertainment industry these days, there are too many people who act arrogantly just because they have a little money. It is surprising that the rich act low-key.
The driver laughed. “What about this Yiming kid? Does he still need audience voting? Just let his family help him debut. This kid… is quite funny.”
The assistant recalled the passionate speech Bo Yiming made to Zhou Xu in the afternoon. Zhou Xu's expression was a little complicated at that time.
"I don't know if Brother Xu listened to it."
The driver said nothing. Zhou Xu has been in a slump in the past two years.
It is impossible to change things just because of a few words from a child, but what if?
Everyone has some glimmer of hope.
Just as the driver was in a daze, the assistant suddenly slapped him hard, scaring him.
"Look! Look! It's little Yiming's big dad, right?!"
The driver quickly straightened his neck to look, and through a row of green trees, he saw a tall man in a black suit and a black mask on his face.
The part above the mask has thick eyebrows and deep eyes, and is dignified and solemn, with the demeanor and temperament of a superior.
As the tall Wen Cishu slowly walked over, the man also walked towards him, his eyes lingering deeply on his face.
There is a certain difference in height and body shape between the two, and their temperaments are even more different, which makes people want to see what's going on at a glance.
Behind Wen Cishu, Bo Yiming was jumping and skipping.
Further back, the bodyguard's assistant was pushing the luggage.
In addition to the man, there were several other people whose identities were unknown outside the RV, all of whom greeted them with smiles.
The driver was shocked: "Why are there so many people here?"
As soon as they finished speaking, they both saw another unexpected scene.
The tall man wearing a mask approached, bent down, reached out and picked up Wen Cishu horizontally, then turned around and stepped into the luxury RV.
His movements were so easy and smooth that it was obvious that he was used to doing it.
The people around didn't look weird, which only proved that everyone was used to it.
Including Bo Yiming, they all jumped into the car.
The assistant turned to look at the driver, "Did you see that?"
The driver couldn't believe it: "Am I seeing right? This... is such a good relationship?"
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Inside the car.
After Wen Cishu was carried into the car, his hand was held by Bo Tingyuan, and as he sat down, he leaned on the armrest between the two seats.
Bo Tingyuan's palm was broad, and his palm was thick and warm, but what caught Wen Cishu's attention most was the gold and platinum ring on his slender ring finger.
Perhaps it is because it has been worn for many years, as time passes, the ring has a unique low-key and gentle feeling.
This was the first time Wen Cishu looked at the ring so formally.
Where's his wedding ring?
Why doesn't he have any impression at all?
Wen Cishu's fingertips moved slightly, and then were held tighter. The heat from the palms touching startled him.
In the front row, Bo Yiming was sharing things about the program team with Grandpa Xu. His voice was not sharp and the atmosphere was lively.
The couple in the back row were extremely quiet.
Wen Cishu glanced at his profile lightly. He was speechless again after seeing her?
Didn’t you send messages on your phone last night? You’re quite good at talking, right?
Bo Tingyuan noticed his expression and said, "Are you too tired? Go back and take a rest."
No different from usual.
Just a perfect person who cares a lot about his or her significant other.
Wen Cishu turned his head slightly and looked into his deep green eyes behind his glasses, "You..."
Perhaps he hadn't figured out what to say yet, and his voice was as gentle as the evening breeze.
Bo Tingyuan looked at his soft face and slightly upturned eyes, and took the initiative to move closer.
At this moment, Bo Yiming in the front row suddenly popped up and said, "Big Daddy!"
"Hmm?" Bo Tingyuan frowned slightly, responded in a deep voice, and leaned back in his chair again.
Wen Cishu seemed to sense the annoyance of being interrupted from this brief response, and even felt strangely guilty, so he turned his head to look outside the car.
Bo Yiming leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the two fathers in the back row. He suddenly acted coquettishly and said, "Big Dad, Grandpa Xu said you asked Master Chen to make roast goose at home."
Bo Tingyuan said, "Well, sit down. I'll drive home right away."
Wen Cishu was about to look at his son, but his middle finger was forcefully pushed away by another hand, and then five fingers were slowly pressed into the space between his fingers, interlocking them.
In his ears was the serious voice of Bo Tingyuan talking to his son, and the delicate and sensitive skin between his fingers was scratched by Bo Tingyuan's skin and ring, and a sense of abnormality unexpectedly emerged in his heart.
"Okay!" Bo Yiming sat down happily, "Let's go home and eat roast goose~"
Bo Tingyuan turned his head to look at the person next to him, seemingly concentrating on the scenery outside the car. The lines on the side of his neck were white and sexy, dotted with a few strands of hair, making a small mole on the side of his neck faintly visible.
His gaze lingered on the small mole for a long time, and finally, he raised his right hand and gently touched the silky smooth skin with his fingertips.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu felt his fingertips rubbing against her skin, and he lifted her hair and tucked it behind her ear.
He turned his head and his sight met his eyes.
When being stared at intently by this pair of gem-like green eyes, Wen Cishu always had a strong illusion that he was about to sink, and his breathing gradually stagnated.
Bo Tingyuan turned his gaze away and fell on his slightly tired brows, and said lightly: "Go back and have a good sleep first."
Wen Cishu's slightly hanging heart fell again, "Oh."
After responding indifferently, he closed his eyes, unable to resist pulling his hand back in anger.
As a result, his right hand was pulled over and placed on Bo Tingyuan's leg.
Wen Cishu felt the man's thumb rubbing the back of his hand back and forth, intimate and ambiguous.
He suddenly thought of an important thing that he almost forgot.
According to the original book, Bo Tingyuan had a hidden illness.
This disease was not even known until Wen Cishu died, and even Bo Yiming did not know about it.
Wen Cishu felt mixed emotions. What was his hidden illness?
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