Chapter 22
In the evening, wait for Bo Yiming to take a bath.
Wen Cishu went to find Uncle Xu and learned the whole story, only to find out that it was just a prank by the kid.
He asked doubtfully, "Wasn't he fine the day he got home from the show?"
Bo Tingyuan invited Master Chen to his home to make roast goose, and the little boy even knew to thank him proactively.
Even the next day when he went to his grandfather's birthday party, the kid even dragged his two dads to dance, but he went home alone...
But shouldn't we confront each other over this matter?
Wen Cishu lowered his eyes and thought, but couldn't figure out the reason.
Uncle Xu was worried that he was thinking too much and it was bad for his health.
"Sir, the young master is not really angry. He asked me to deal with the lemon and didn't say anything. He went to the study to do his work."
Wen Cishu knew that Bo Tingyuan had said the same thing after he carried him back to the room.
Uncle Xu: "You and the young master will be on the show the day after tomorrow, and the eldest master must accompany you, and he can't go to the company, so he will be very busy these two days."
"Yes." Wen Cishu was enlightened.
His eyes lowered slightly, and he rubbed the bamboo bracelet on his wrist, not knowing how to persuade Bo Tingyuan not to stay up late.
Just by looking at this man's face, you can tell that he is someone who is difficult to convince easily.
There was a jumping sound outside the door, and I knew it was the little monkey jumping back from taking a bath.
Wen Cishu sighed helplessly, "It's like clockwork every day."
Uncle Xu couldn't help laughing.
This description of the young master is really accurate.
The bedroom door was pushed open a crack.
Bo Yiming's rosy little face poked in, his big amber eyes darting around.
Obviously, it is scanning for any danger signs.
After confirming that every corner of the room was a safe area, Bo Yiming felt relieved and pushed the door open.
At this moment, a deep voice came from behind.
"Looking for me?"
“Uwaa ...
With a burst of noise, Bo Yiming stiffened his back and jumped across the living room.
He jumped onto the bed, crawled to his little father using his hands and feet, hid his body like an ostrich, and retracted his feet.
"Little daddy, cover me quickly, woooo!"
Wen Cishu raised his hand and rubbed his back: "Okay, okay, little daddy is here."
He looked from a distance at the man who was bending down to pick up a small slipper.
——Strange, why didn’t he go through the screen in the room and went around to the bedroom door?
Could it be that he was waiting for the little monkey on purpose?
Just to scare him?
This speculation is too inconsistent with Bo Tingyuan's temperament.
Wen Cishu just had a flash of thought and didn't think about it in detail.
Seeing this, Uncle Xu quickly said, "Then I'll go and count the things that you want to bring to the show."
Wen Cishu nodded and looked at the person who was slowly walking towards the big bed.
Bo Tingyuan was still wearing the shirt and vest he wore when he went home, but compared to before, his shirt sleeves were rolled up now, revealing his slender and strong forearms. One hand was holding a slipper, and the other hand was inserted diagonally in the pocket of his suit pants. He walked slowly with a calm posture.
Wen Cishu keenly sensed a rare sense of relaxation from his gait and brows, as if his nerves, which were tense every day, had relaxed a little after teasing his son. He asked softly, "Are you done with your work?"
"Well, get ready to wash up." Bo Tingyuan walked to the bedside, put on his slippers, took his son aside, and leaned his shoulders against the head of the bed.
Bo Yiming quickly opened his quilt, crawled in, moved his hands and feet to wrap and press down the two sides of the quilt, turned into a straight silkworm pupa, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Wen Cishu couldn't help but smile when he saw all this.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Bo Tingyuan looking at him, as if he had something to say.
He suppressed his smile and looked at her inquiringly.
Bo Tingyuan didn't say anything, just said: "Go to sleep." He raised his hand and rubbed his son's messy hair, which was like a bird's nest, and said, "Be good."
"Oh." Bo Yiming opened one eye and watched the big daddy walk into the screen and his back disappear. Then he quickly turned around and threw himself into the arms of the little daddy, mumbling and acting coquettishly, "Mommy~ Big daddy scared me!"
Perhaps he was worried that the big dad would come back and attack him, so he turned his head cautiously to observe, and then continued to bury himself in the quilt on the little dad's chest, "Mommy~Mommy~"
Wen Cishu naturally had no way to deal with him, so he hugged him through the quilt, and when he was satisfied, he pinched his little face and said, "Daddy has something to ask you."
"Hmm?" Bo Yiming raised his face and blinked.
He inherited the good looks of his two fathers, and with his mixed-race genes, his eyelashes are thick and curly, fluttering like a small fan.
Wen Cishu thought, when he was little he was as cute as an angel, but now that he has grown up he has become a clockwork monkey.
He pulled his son to lie on the pillow, and put one hand around him.
"Tell me honestly, why are you suddenly competing with Big Dad? Is it because we forgot to ask you to ride with us on your grandfather's birthday?"
“No.”
Bo Yiming twisted and turned until he found the most comfortable position, with his legs pressed against his little father's long legs through the quilt, secretly comparing their lengths.
He turned around again and whispered, "Little daddy, can you pat me like you did when we were little, okay?"
Wen Cishu's palm patted him lightly from time to time. "Then tell your dad obediently."
"that is……"
Bo Yiming nestled happily in his little father's arms, mumbling about his indignation.
"We made an agreement last year when Big Daddy and I were riding horses. This year we made time to compete, and he couldn't let me. I mentioned it recently, but Big Daddy kept finding excuses to delay. Humph!"
Wen Cishu picked up the emphasis in his words and asked back, "Excuse?"
Bo Yiming raised his face and counted seriously on his fingers.
"The first time he said he was too busy and didn't have time for the moment. So I'll wait. The second time he said after the show. But the day before yesterday I found out that he didn't plan to compete with me at all. Humph! Big Daddy is a big liar."
Wen Cishu pressed the little guy, who was getting more and more excited as he spoke, down to lie down.
"Yiming, why do you have to compete with your big dad in horse riding? Your big dad doesn't go to the horse farm many times a year."
"But Big Daddy is still very powerful. The master at the horse farm often talks about him. And--"
Bo Yiming raised his head again, like a little angry rooster.
"When Big Daddy was nine years old, he was already playing with the world champion. I am nine years old now too."
After hearing what he said so confidently, Wen Cishu could only comfort him slowly. "If you also want to play with the world champion, tell Big Daddy and he will definitely invite you. But if it's a serious competition, you're still young and it's not safe, and your Big Daddy is afraid that you'll get hurt."
Bo Yiming pouted, puffed up his little face, and buried it in his father's side.
"But...but Big Daddy never showed his true strength when he accompanied me on horseback before, and he didn't respect me!"
Wen Cishu finally understood clearly, and said slowly: "You said yourself that you are the future heir of the Bo family. If you fall down in the horse farm, your eldest father will be worried to death? Your young father will definitely faint from fright, right?"
When Bo Yiming heard what the young father said, he looked at him with one eye, as if to confirm the possibility that the young father had fainted from fright.
Wen Cishu waited for him to react to the meaning of these words.
After a while, Bo Yiming whispered, "Little Dad, I won't get hurt. Don't faint, okay?"
Wen Cishu smiled and scratched his nose: "Okay~ Daddy practices Tai Chi hard every day and keeps his body in good shape."
Bo Yiming's eyes lit up, and he immediately stretched out his arms to hug the little father, and said caringly: "Then starting tomorrow I will practice Tai Chi with the little father every day."
Wen Cishu lowered his head and kissed the kid's fluffy hair, casting a spell madly in his mind:
Just take a good sleep and forget about it!
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The next morning.
Even without Wen Cishu's reminder, Bo Yiming spontaneously accompanied him in practicing Tai Chi.
Bo Yiming was neither agitated nor impatient throughout the whole process, and each of his moves was very standard, which caused the Tai Chi master to praise him again and again.
Wen Cishu felt a slight headache.
——With such a good memory, why don’t you spend time memorizing words?
After finishing Tai Chi practice, Wen Cishu asked the dessert chef to teach him and prepare desserts for the afternoon.
Bo Yiming stuck to his little father's butt and didn't go anywhere.
He asked the chef to prepare the same set meal for him and to make it himself. He looked up and smiled at his little dad: "Little dad, I will give you the dessert I made first."
"Okay. Dad will look forward to it."
Wen Cishu said this gently, but he couldn't help but hold the stirring stick tightly and stir the cream cheese vigorously:
What's going on?
Why are you talking about “the first” again!
Why didn’t the “Little Dad’s Psychological Counseling” before going to bed yesterday have any effect!
"Um, sir?" the pastry chef reminded softly.
"It's almost done. Now add some granulated sugar."
"good."
Wen Cishu silently let go of his hand and followed his master's process.
Bo Yiming picked up the small spoon in a similar manner and pointed to the glass window in the distance before scooping the sugar: "Little dad, do you know? Big dad saw me yesterday and didn't let me in."
Wen Cishu couldn't help but interrupt: "Baby."
In front of the dessert chef and the aunties, Bo Yiming looked at his little dad shyly but happily, "Hmm?"
Wen Cishu said, "Master is teaching, why don't we just stop talking?"
"Oh!" Bo Yiming loved mumbling to his little daddy so much that he forgot that the master standing opposite him could also hear him and nodded obediently.
"Okay, I'll talk to my little dad in private before we go to bed at night."
A lovely smile appeared on his handsome face.
Wen Cishu's hand trembled and he sprinkled a spoonful of sugar: Okay, listening to children attentively is the unshirkable responsibility of every parent.
I learned how to make Basque cake.
Wen Cishu chose a black tea flavor with a slightly bitter taste, while Bo Yiming made a lemon flavor.
After everything was done and put in the refrigerator, Wen Cishu asked with concern, "Yiming, why do you suddenly like sour things recently?" with a fatherly heart trying to understand his child.
Bo Yiming thought he was being cool and threw a wick at his father: "I want to let Big Dad know that I am determined to compete with him!"
Wen Cishu: "..."
He was worried that Bo Tingyuan would never eat lemon Madeleine again, and would have the conditioned reflex of the little monkey playing pranks when seeing lemons or something like that.
However, if that were the case, perhaps Bo Tingyuan would smile knowingly?
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Afternoon.
The most iconic building among the Bo family’s assets is the Shengyuan Building, which is over 500 meters high and has more than 80 floors.
As the helmsmen of the Bo family's business empire, both old man Bo and Bo Tingyuan work at the highest levels.
At this moment, Bo Tingyuan finished a long meeting and sat in his office chair.
He took off his frameless glasses, rubbed his brows, and looked at the photo frame, quietly gazing at the calm and beautiful face in the photo.
In the past, Wen Ci was always sick, his eyes were full of fatigue, and he had no interest in anything.
Among the photos taken, it is rare to find one or two that show a smile.
Wen Cishu has changed a lot during this period, especially after accompanying his son to the show.
Bo Tingyuan saw that his smile was always as gentle as the spring evening breeze, and his eyes were always like willow branches in the wind, lovingly caressing everyone and everything around him - including him.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
In the distance, there was a sound of the office door opening.
Bo Tingyuan slowly withdrew his hand from the photo and put on his glasses again.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Normally, an office assistant would not simply knock on the door all the time.
Bo Tingyuan walked over and opened the door.
A tall and thin figure jumped up and jumped into his sight: "Big Dad, I'm here to bring you dessert!"
"Why are you here?"
Bo Tingyuan was always calm. When he saw his youngest son, he looked calm and did not seem to be frightened or shocked by his son.
Bo Yiming held the box and shrugged, saying like a little adult: "I told you, Big Daddy wasn't surprised."
He observed it attentively and concluded, "It seems that there is still a little disappointment."
"Not disappointed." Bo Tingyuan raised his hand to rub his son's hair, but saw him smiling and stepping back.
Wen Cishu, who was standing outside the office wall, walked over slowly, put his arm around the little monkey's shoulders, and smiled gently: "I came here with Yiming."
He pointed to the dessert box in the child's hand and said, "We agreed yesterday to make something to eat for you as afternoon tea."
Wen Cishu wore a white casual flat-top hat. Under the wide brim, half of his face was covered by a light-colored mask.
So his eyebrows, especially his graceful almond-shaped eyes, seemed to be framed by two arcs, highlighting his bright and charming appearance like a close-up.
Bo Tingyuan stared at his brows for a few seconds, then realized that he was at the office door, and quickly glanced at his little son who was standing on tiptoe to observe his father.
"Go in and talk."
His expression remained calm, and his tone was unruffled.
But as they walked in, he naturally raised his hand and put his arm around Wen Cishu's shoulder, and they walked in together.
Bo Yiming followed behind, muttering to himself.
"Little daddy, look, big daddy is smiling when he sees you."
Wen Cishu glanced at Bo Tingyuan from the corner of his eye:
Where?
It's still not this cold look.
Albert, who was responsible for quietly picking up the two heavyweight guests, retired after completing his mission.
After closing the door, he signaled with his eyes to the assistants working nearby:
Don't gossip!
But it would be too against human nature not to gossip about the boss's family at this time, so everyone tacitly started typing frantically on their keyboards.
[Oh my god, it’s the first time ahhh the first time ahhhh! So many years! ! ! ! 】
[Mingzai and Dameiren in “Zizai is Superman” are Mr. Bo’s family members? Shit, I actually knew this secret? I won’t be assassinated on my way home from get off work, will I? 】
[Looking closely at the beauty, she is really beautiful, elegant, and looks like someone whose ancestors have been rich for 18 generations]
[Ahem, everyone, I just met her at the elevator entrance. The beauty smiled at me, so gentle. But he is really tall, indeed about 1.8 meters tall.]
[When I stood in front of Mr. Bo, I actually felt like a little bird. 】
[I didn’t expect that Mr. Bo, who comes to work like a thug in a suit every day, would also be able to hug his wife tenderly]
After Albert sat down, he always felt that there was a strong and complicated smell of gossip in the air.
He shook his head helplessly and went to prepare the tea.
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In the office.
Bo Yiming eagerly opened the dessert box. "Don't worry, Big Daddy. I didn't replace the cake Little Daddy prepared."
Wen Cishu really wanted to slap him on the butt. Could you please forget it first? !
He raised his hand and pushed the small plate of Basque black tea to Bo Tingyuan: "Try it?"
As soon as Bo Yiming's butt touched the sofa, he keenly noticed that his grandfather was looking at him.
He looked over in surprise.
"Big Dad, do you need your cute little son to disappear for a while?"
He tilted his head to look cute and blinked wildly.
Wen Cishu: "..."
Bo Tingyuan pointed to the window with his eyes and gave clear instructions to his naughty and clever son: "Go over there and see the scenery."
"Okay, okay."
Bo Yiming jumped up and trotted over, surprised, "Wow, there's no view at all."
Today the sun is weak, the clouds are thick, and the floors are too high. It feels like I am standing in the clouds and can only see the roofs of other tall buildings.
But Bo Yiming did not come back and take pictures with his watch.
On the sofa, Wen Cishu supported himself on the armrest with one hand, holding his chin with his hand and smiling lightly. When he came to his senses and saw Bo Tingyuan looking at him, he reminded him, "Try it? If you don't like it, I'll learn something else next time."
Does this mean that if it tastes good there won’t be a next time?
The most difficult decision Bo Tingyuan has ever made in his life may be now.
He picked up the silver dessert spoon and took some cake to taste.
"How is it?" Wen Cishu leaned closer to him, "Is it the flavor you like?"
As soon as I moved, he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. I looked up and saw that he was silent again. I couldn't help but urge him softly, "Hey, don't keep me in suspense. Tell me quickly. If it doesn't taste good, let Yiming eat it."
When Bo Tingyuan heard what he said, he raised his eyebrows and joked: "Hasn't he eaten enough at home?"
“…”
Wen Cishu's eyes flickered and he couldn't help but glance at him.
Okay, okay, you two really are biological children, you really have a father-son bond.
Bo Tingyuan watched quietly with his green eyes, a little absent-minded. The vividness between the brows of the person in front of him was a hundred times, a thousand times, and a million times more wonderful than the sweet but not greasy cake in his mouth.
Afterwards, Bo Tingyuan enjoyed the most perfect afternoon tea in his life with this lovely little dessert and the coffee brought by his assistant.
Next to the large floor-to-ceiling window in the office, Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming were leaning on the inner windowsill, overlooking the bustling city looming under the clouds.
When the two left, Bo Tingyuan picked up the white hat and helped him put it on his hair, being gentle and trying not to press down his hair.
Wen Cishu quickly glanced at the documents on his desk: "Do you have a lot of work to do today?"
If I go to the show with them tomorrow, I will probably have to work overtime.
Bo Tingyuan: "Well, I'll try to go back as early as possible."
When Wen Cishu saw that he had finished speaking, he did not let go of the hand that was around her, as if she saw a trace of attachment in his eyes behind the glasses.
He pursed his soft lips, took the initiative to reach out and hug him, and whispered: "Wait for you to come home."
But as soon as he took the initiative to move closer, Bo Tingyuan hugged him tightly and they stuck close to each other.
The little monkey is still here.
Wen Cishu pushed him gently, signaling him to let go.
Bo Tingyuan seemed not to notice it. He lowered his head slightly, and when his nose brushed against his ear, he took a deep breath, taking in the faint fragrance from his body into his lungs.
As Isotherm stepped away, still savoring the brief but intimate hug, they saw their adorable little son standing beside them.
Bo Yiming looked up at the sky and muttered, "It doesn't matter. I don't have anyone to hold me. It doesn't matter at all."
Wen Cishu smiled and was about to hug him, but Bo Tingyuan was faster than him and bent down to hug his son.
Bo Tingyuan was very tall, making Bo Yiming look particularly small, like a beast hugging its own little animal.
He rubbed his son's shoulders with his big, strong hands and reminded him, "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. Don't tell your little daddy."
Although in Wen Cishu's eyes, this moment was extremely warm.
But in Bo Yiming's eyes, this was not a simple farewell hug, it was the big daddy "bowing" to him.
"Oh~"
Bo Yiming lifted his nonexistent tail and grabbed his little dad's hand, "I'm so sensible, of course I won't complain, right, little dad?"
"Yes, you are the best."
Wen Cishu really admires this kid. Where did he learn such a bad temper?
Bo Tingyuan accompanied them all the way down and only returned to the office after the two got into the car.
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In the car.
Bo Yiming excitedly called Xingxing to discuss their respective activities of the day.
Wen Cishu leaned comfortably in the car seat, looking lazily at the red light ahead through his sunglasses.
He thought to himself that this child and Xingxing seemed to get along quite well, so he should forget the setting of the original book for the time being and let them develop freely.
As for Bo Tingyuan...
At this moment, several people suddenly appeared on the crosswalk ahead, carrying a long, huge advertising sign.
This advertisement seems to be specially made for drivers who are parking their cars. They calculate the time at the traffic lights and drive as slowly as ants crawling.
I found the dictionary very fresh and took a closer look.
"For men's health, go to Boai - a regular specialist hospital with experts on duty"
“Effectiveness is the bottom line!”
Because the advertising banner moved so slowly, Wen Cishu could see the slogan clearly and couldn't help but wonder: What is the difference between this advertisement and face stickers?
As I was daydreaming, I heard the little monkey next to me excitedly telling the plot of a cartoon to his watch.
"I think this is a very important hint, Xingxing, you have to pay attention!"
hint?
Wen Cishu suddenly looked at his son, then at the billboard that was moving so slowly it seemed unbelievable, as if he wanted to shove the slogan into his eyes.
Could this be a hint from the author of the original book?
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