Chapter 19
When leaving.
Li Yun sent them there specially.
When they reached the porch, he said, "Tingyuan, I have two words to say to Cishu."
"Um."
In the evening breeze, the scattered hair on Wen Cishu's temples floated gently.
Bo Tingyuan took off his suit jacket and put it on his shoulders: "I'll wait for you in the car."
"Yeah." Wen Cishu felt the temperature inside his coat, tugged it gently, and looked at Li Yun, "Dad?"
Li Yun retracted his gaze from his son's back and said earnestly, "Cishu, don't worry. Dad doesn't have anything important to say. Dad just wants to tell you that Tingyuan has been quiet and doesn't like to express himself since he was a child. You also know that his mother's family also has a large family business, and the family education is strict and the rules are no less than those of the Bo family. He has had to bear high pressure since he was old enough to understand."
"Hmm." Wen Cishu thought, it seems that he asked random questions just now and caused his elders to worry.
"I know."
At the car side, the assistant had already opened the door, but Bo Tingyuan did not get in. Instead, he turned to look at the people under the porch.
Li Yun also saw this scene and sighed: "Tingyuan is better than me. I can't stay in that suffocating environment where I can't have my own will for a day. After he returned to China, the old man's health deteriorated and he was anxious to push all the burdens of the Bo family onto his shoulders. For three or four years, even I received several harassing calls from Bo's side branches every week, let alone him."
Wen Cishu nodded.
He knew very well that without an iron fist, he would never be able to take over the Bo family business.
No matter how good the arrangements were before the old man passed away, there were still people who were eager to get a piece of the pie.
Li Yun changed the subject and said, "But Dad is not saying this to complain to Ting Yuan. Instead, I want to tell you that for Ting Yuan, the things in this world can be roughly divided into two categories."
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu was a little curious. "Which two things?"
Li Yun smiled: "Your health and everything else."
He raised his hand and said, "Go ahead. Ting Yuan is waiting for you. Come to Dad's place for dinner after the New Year. Dad will cook for you himself."
Wen Cishu nodded and explained again: "Dad, Tingyuan and I are fine, don't worry."
"Okay." Li Yun was relieved and watched Wen Cishu walk to his son.
He nodded to his son who was looking at him.
After the car drove away, an old friend saw him still standing on the porch and approached to ask.
Li Yun quickly wiped the wet corners of his eyes.
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When leaving just now, Bo Yiming took over a special model of airplane model from his grandfather, a model that could not be found anywhere else.
He was so excited that he almost jumped up on the spot, and quickly got into the car to play with it.
Because he was too excited, when he came to his senses, he found himself sitting alone in the back seat of a car.
He leaned over and looked forward through the front window.
Big Daddy and Little Daddy's cars!
Bo Yiming angrily asked the driver: "Uncle Liu, was it my grandfather who pushed me into the car just now?"
Deliberately making the lovely little son live in misery and loneliness!
Master Liu looked at him from the rearview mirror: "Young Master, get into my car by yourself."
"Ah?" Bo Yiming's breath weakened, "Really?"
Master Liu: "When the young master got on the bus, he turned his head and looked at you. He might be confused as well."
Handsome Yiming scratches his head in distress.
Who gave up the happy time of sitting between two fathers? !
Oh, it’s me.
That's okay.
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The Bo family mansion.
Bo Yiming jumped out of the car, ran forward, and saw the older father carrying the younger father down.
The oversized black suit almost covered the young father's entire body, and his long black hair fell outside and swayed gently.
"Hmm?" He followed Big Daddy and asked quietly, "Is Little Daddy asleep?"
At this time, the collar of his suit was pulled down slightly, revealing a pair of smiling phoenix eyes, and he said softly: "Little idiot, didn't you say you wanted to eat cake together?"
"Oh!" Bo Yiming laughed.
Now this little dad is so cute!
Li Yun baked a small cake himself, and each guest attended the event with one.
When Bo Yiming received the gift just now, he agreed to go home and eat it.
Uncle Xu and others were waiting at home. Looking at the situation of the three people, they knew that tonight should be a pleasant night.
As he walked toward the stairs, Wen Cishu looked up and blinked: "Shall we take the elevator?"
It seemed like I rarely took that antique elevator with Bo Tingyuan.
Bo Tingyuan stopped, turned around and stepped into the elevator holding the person.
Bo Yiming, who was one step faster, turned his head and saw that the elevator was already slowly carrying the two fathers up: "?"
With a fierce look on his handsome face, he rushed to the elevator entrance on the second floor in two steps to wait.
In the elevator.
Wen Cishu looked at the carved fence, his dangling legs swinging gently, and he leaned his face on his broad shoulders, squinting his eyes to admire this cold yet charming face.
He asked softly, "Aren't you curious about what your father just told me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Tingyuan's dark green eyes signaled him to look outside the elevator.
Wen Cishu slowly turned his head and met the little monkey's fierce face.
Bo Yiming: ==
Wen Cishu leaned on Bo Tingyuan's shoulder with great joy, his body trembling with laughter, and the hem of his clothes swayed gracefully.
Bo Tingyuan felt that what he was holding was like a crabapple flower that had become a fairy, with its petals falling down one after another.
When he walked out, Wen Cishu raised his foot and tapped the little monkey in the air: "Why are you looking at us like that?"
Bo Yiming followed him and entered the room.
He said aggrievedly: "We went there together just now. Don't we have to take the car together when we go home?"
He raised his eyelids and took a look, "Grandpa didn't even remind me that I got on the wrong bus!"
With a bit of gnashing of teeth, as if he was really sad.
Wen Cishu dropped the book to the ground, held his suit with both hands naturally, and said gently: "We thought you wanted to appreciate the gift grandpa gave you alone."
He freed his hands and tugged at his velvet bow tie, "You look so handsome today, why don't you smile?"
Bo Yiming deliberately pushed the little father around in a circle.
He turned his back to Big Daddy: "Mingming baby only smiles at Little Daddy."
Wen Cishu pinched his face and pulled it.
My own children are cute no matter how you look at them~
Bo Tingyuan pushed his frameless glasses and said, "Are you going to sleep with your little daddy again tonight?"
"certainly!"
Bo Yiming looked up and said earnestly, "Little dad, I will try my best to tell you a French story today."
Aunt Zhong was bringing in the cakes and desserts they had brought back.
Bo Yiming hurried over and said happily, "Grandma Zhong, my grandpa is so amazing. He can even make cakes by himself."
Aunt Zhong said, "When you were a child, your grandfather made toys for you. Your hands were quite dexterous."
"Yes." Bo Yiming almost forgot, "Where are the toys?"
Aunt Zhong explained.
As the two were talking, Bo Tingyuan picked up the suit from Wen Cishu's arms and pulled it out little by little.
Wen Cishu felt the touch of the clothes slowly flowing out and rubbing against his arms, as if the temperature was also taken away.
When the suit was almost completely removed, he pinched his sleeve and asked softly, "Let's have some cake together, okay?"
Bo Tingyuan held onto the clothes that carried his body temperature and explained, "My mother called me just now and asked me to call her back as soon as I got home. She's waiting for me."
"Then go quickly." Wen Cishu let go of his hand.
Bo Tingyuan's mother is a decisive and iron lady who manages a huge family business. Waiting for a few minutes means delaying the business for a few minutes.
Before, Bo Tingyuan casually mentioned sending the little monkey to study in France. I'm afraid that if he makes a phone call that night, his mother can arrange everything within an hour, and the little monkey can be directly escorted to the school when he lands in Paris the next day.
Of course, today is Li Yun’s birthday, or maybe it’s because of this…
When Deng Wen Ci Shu came to his senses, he saw that there was a candle lit on the cake.
He slid off the couch and sat on the cushions next to his youngest son.
"Mingming baby? Where did the candle come from?"
Aunt Zhong said seriously, "Aunt Zhong made it. Our young master can make anything he wants."
Wen Cishu smiled and took off the beads from his neck, pulled out his hair bun, leaned back comfortably, and joked, "Grandma Zhong has a treasure chest hidden in her pocket."
Bo Yiming laughed along with his little father: "Well, Grandma Zhong is even more powerful than Doraemon."
Aunt Zhong said angrily, "You two can play, I'll go look for some soothing medicine. Yiming, don't let your little dad eat too much cake, cream is not easy to digest."
"Okay~" Bo Yiming urged the little father to gather around and make a wish.
Wen Cishu did not emphasize that one cannot make a wish unless it is his birthday. He played with him, clasped his hands together, clasped them under his chin and closed his eyes. After three seconds, he said, "Okay, it's baby's turn."
When Bo Yiming heard that his little dad had simplified "Mingming baby" into a cuter name, he really wanted to turn into a small ball and nestle in his little dad's arms like his little brother Xiaoqi.
He also made a wish seriously.
At the door of the room, Aunt Zhong had not left completely yet.
She looked through the crack in the door at the father and son, heads touching each other, and saw how happily they were playing; her heart felt warm as well.
In the past two days, everyone in the mansion said that as the master came downstairs more often and spent more time with the young master, the young master no longer liked to go out and became fond of sticking to his little father.
In the past, the little master liked to pretend to be a grown-up for a while, but now, he becomes particularly clingy in front of his little father, revealing his true childish face.
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study.
Bo Tingyuan ended the call with his mother, rubbed his eyebrows, and put on his glasses again.
He walked back to the bedroom and heard nothing from inside.
After pushing the door open, I saw only a half-cut cake on the coffee table in the living room, and on the sofa were the jewelry that Wen Cishu had worn.
Empty.
"Yiming?"
Bo Tingyuan called out in a deep voice, but heard no response.
The nerves in his solar plexus jumped, and he frowned instantly and walked quickly inside.
There was no trace of Wen Cishu on the bed, nor in the bathroom. The string in Bo Tingyuan's heart was stretched to the point of almost breaking.
I was afraid that someone would faint in any aisle.
A faint melody came from the cloakroom, like someone humming slowly, soft and melodious.
Bo Tingyuan walked over step by step. The sound seemed to be blown by the wind, changing its tone and entering his ears.
Although he had never heard Wen Cishu hum these tunes before, he would not mistake that clear and pleasant voice, and his heart was immediately at peace.
In the cloakroom, only one of the double doors was closed, the other was half open.
Bo Tingyuan walked forward and was about to knock on the door, but happened to see a slender silhouette in the floor-length dressing mirror.
Wen Cishu had just taken off his trousers and was only wearing the Chinese-style dark-patterned shirt he had just worn when he went out. He was humming a tune while unbuttoning the small buttons of his sleeves.
He had his back to the door, and in the mirror, all he could see was the dark-hued hem of his clothes falling on the outside of his straight, snow-white thighs, as if swaying on the soft jade, trying to cover himself but not being able to...
The air was filled with the sound of Wen Cishu humming a song, soft and affectionate.
To Bo Tingyuan's ears, there was a hint of temptation that even Wen Cishu was not aware of.
At this moment, there was a noise coming from the living room.
Bo Tingyuan withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked out quickly.
Bo Yiming saw the big dad and asked in confusion: "Where is the little dad?"
"I'm changing clothes." Bo Tingyuan saw him pull the cushion off the carpet and sit back down, and asked, "What did you do just now?"
He sat down on the sofa and picked up the backpack hanging on the side.
"Brother Xingxing called me." Bo Yiming raised the watch on his left hand to show off his little friendship.
Wen Cishu just changed into a loose home shirt and came out, and saw Bo Tingyuan sitting on the sofa, playing with Beiyun with his fingers.
The jade pendant with dark green patterns is actually quite heavy.
But it looked small between Bo Tingyuan's powerful long fingers.
At this time, Bo Tingyuan was watching his son speak while slowly stroking the patterns on the jade with his thumb, gently and casually.
Wen Cishu took a glance and then looked away.
Why does this action look more and more like rubbing his hand?
He also looked at his smiling son and asked, "Yiming, what did Xingxing talk to you about? Why are you so happy?"
Bo Yiming waved with a small spoon: "Little Dad, let's continue eating the cake and I'll tell you."
The round cushion that Wen Cishu had just sat on was moved.
He bent down and was about to move next to his son when a hand gently placed and pressed his shoulder. He then sat down, right next to Bo Tingyuan's long leg.
Wen Cishu picked up the dessert spoon and scooped up the cream.
"Come on, let me listen to it with your big daddy."
Bo Yiming chuckled: "Brother Xingxing came to me to ask questions. He didn't understand some parts of his homework."
"You are also communicating and learning together?" Wen Cishu was amazed. This really made him overjoyed.
The protagonist of the original book is indeed a decent person.
"Of course, I'm older than him, and I want to teach him."
Bo Yiming still put on the airs of a little teacher.
He finished his cake, knelt on the cushion, supported himself on the coffee table with both hands, and leaned over, "Little Dad, after the show is over, let's invite Brother Xingxing, Sister Rongrong, and Brother Xiaoqi to come to our house to play, okay?"
"Okay." Wen Cishu joked, "Just invite the children, not their parents?"
Bo Yiming frowned, as if he had never thought about this.
"puff……"
Wen Cishu thought, you kid actually just want to "kidnap" other kids to play with.
With a smile on his face, he pinched the silver metal spoon, turned it, put it to his lips, and quickly licked a little cream on the back of the spoon with the tip of his tongue.
Just as he was laughing, he heard Bo Tingyuan's deep voice coming from above and behind.
"Yiming, aren't you going to tell your little dad a French story tonight?"
Bo Yiming looked up at Big Daddy: "Hmm?"
Bo Tingyuan reminded him, "Go to the study and get a storybook, then you won't forget how to say it."
"That's right!" Bo Yiming immediately stood up with the help of the coffee table, remembering what Grandma Zhong said, "Little Dad, you can't eat this little bit anymore, the rest... give it to Big Dad. Big Dad, you supervise Little Dad, I'll go get the book! I'll be back soon!"
After saying that, he ran out at a swift speed, his footsteps making a thudding sound even through the carpet.
Wen Cishu smiled and thought, with the noise he made, if he lived in a high-rise apartment, no matter how good the soundproofing was, he would receive a lot of complaints.
Bo Tingyuan looked at the person who leaned on his legs unconsciously, with a lazy and soft demeanor.
Without the little monkey's laughter, Wen Cishu slowly turned his head and found that he seemed to have been staring at him quietly with his eyes lowered.
Bo Tingyuan was leaning against the back of the sofa, looking relaxed and at ease. When he turned his head, she used her fingers to push aside the hair at his temples, revealing his perfect profile.
Suddenly, the room was extremely quiet.
Wen Cishu felt the warmth of his fingertips.
The thumb that was stroking the jade pendant just now now lightly swept across his cheek, earlobe, and even touched the soft earlobe.
He plucked it lightly as if he was fiddling with a jade pendant.
Wen Cishu's breathing slowed down unconsciously, and once again, he saw a deep and unspeakable desire in those eyes.
He asked with a little awkwardness: "Do you want... do you want to eat cake?"
Although he did not receive a positive reply, Wen Cishu turned around with a big swing, scooped up a piece of cream with a spoon, raised his hand quickly, and handed it to his lips.
Bo Tingyuan glanced at the spoon.
The sweet image of Wen Cishu smiling and sipping the cake just now appeared again.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu raised the spoon again to signal.
Bo Tingyuan took the small spoon from him, but instead of putting it into his own mouth, he leaned over and handed it to Wen Cishu's lips.
The main light in the living room was on, but there was another light on the far wall, and the light source happened to be projected from behind.
Therefore, when Bo Tingyuan leaned forward, Wen Cishu felt a figure with warmth and strength slowly pressing up, and he also smelled his breath, which seemed to hide a more dangerous signal than before.
Just when Wen Cishu almost forgot the existence of the spoon, the sound of footsteps was heard.
Alarm bells went off in his brain, and he quickly snatched the spoon, turned it around, and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "Eat it if you want!"
Bo Yiming ran in with several fairy tale books in his pocket.
Bo Tingyuan pushed his glasses and put his arm on the armrest of the sofa: "You found it so quickly?"
"Yes." Bo Yiming didn't notice anything wrong. He ran into the master bedroom excitedly and put all the books on the bedside table.
Bo Tingyuan followed his son's figure and his eyes stayed on the row of books.
He frowned and loosened his tie.
When he stood up, Bo Tingyuan glanced at the person who was concentrating on eating the cake and reminded him in a low voice: "Eat less, and wait for Aunt Zhong to bring the calming soup, then wash up and rest."
Wen Cishu sipped the spoon and hummed.
——We are just a couple who sleep in separate rooms, please be aware of your boundaries!
Bo Tingyuan stepped forward and said a few more words to his son.
Wen Cishu heard the kindness and patience in his voice, turned around quietly and found that he was holding his back cloud in his hanging hands.
He came back to look at the ring on his left hand and fell into deep thought.
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