Chapter 23
The living room on the first floor of the mansion.
Bo Yiming was helping Aunt Zhong pack the suitcase containing the gifts.
Wen Cishu was half lying on the sofa, hugging a pillow in his arms.
He had been practicing Tai Chi too diligently these past few days, and had been walking more frequently, so his skin started to feel a little sore in the afternoon, and he was rubbing it with his hands from time to time.
"Yiming, did you forget any gifts for the children?"
It would be so embarrassing if I took it out on site tomorrow and found that one was missing.
"No!"
Bo Yiming checked them one by one and said, "Grandma Zhong, I'll be able to do it. I'm very strong."
He took the initiative to zip up and put the box away.
Originally, Uncle Xu wanted to come and help, but Wen Cishu refused.
The little monkey has too much energy, so it's a good idea for him to do something to expend it, otherwise he will be too excited to sleep at night because of the show.
Bo Yiming pushed the box away and put it away so he could just push it away when he went out tomorrow.
Aunt Zhong walked over to Wen Cishu and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"
"Um."
Wen Cishu yawned lazily and turned his head to look outside the living room.
Aunt Zhong asked teasingly, "Did the eldest young master of the Bo family suddenly lose his way today? Did he insist that you wait here?"
Wen Cishu chuckled and firmly denied: "No, that's not the case. I didn't wait for him."
Aunt Zhong made a low "tsk" sound, seeing through everything.
"Little Dad, I want to go see Little Potato, do you want to come?"
Bo Yiming rushed forward, blinking continuously at the young father, hinting wildly.
"Okay." Wen Cishu took away the pillow and stood up.
Aunt Zhong picked up a thin blanket and put it on his shoulders.
The long tassels at the bottom of the blanket blended with the black hair, swaying and rippling as Wen Cishu walked.
To the garden.
Bo Yiming bent down to study the potatoes in the basin, turned his head to take a look, and before Grandma Zhong came over, he reached out to dig up the covering soil.
"Little daddy, look, this has sprouted."
The potatoes brought back from the show were cut into four pieces. Five days later, one of them sprouted a more obvious sprout.
Seeing his sneaky look, Wen Cishu smiled and urged him to put the cover back: "Don't let the little potato get cold. It should be able to sprout in two days."
When we planted them, Aunt Zhong said that in this weather it would take about seven days for all the seeds to sprout and break through the soil.
"Hmm!" Bo Yiming pushed back the soil and clapped his hands. "Little dad, do you know? Brother Xingxing's potatoes grew faster than ours when he put them in water after taking them home."
"Really?" Wen Cishu opened the blanket, put his arm around his shoulders and brought him into his arms, asking with concern, "Why do you have so much to talk about with brother Xingxing?"
Bo Yiming hid in the blanket, leaning against his little dad, so warm~
"I was talking to him, and I asked him if he wanted to end it. He said he wanted to talk about something else, and before I knew it, we had been chatting for a long time."
"Is that so?" Wen Cishu thought, it turned out to be a two-way friendship. He ruffled his son's hair and was happy for him.
living room.
Not long after the father and son left, Aunt Zhong was still arranging the pillows on the sofa when Bo Tingyuan arrived home.
Uncle Xu just happened to come out of the kitchen and walked over to take the eldest young master's coat.
"The sir and the young master have gone to the garden."
Bo Tingyuan nodded.
Aunt Zhong added at the right time: "Second Young Master specially waited for you to come back here. He has been waiting since dinner."
Bo Tingyuan turned to look at her and nodded to show that he had heard her.
Aunt Zhong added, "The second young master's waist seems to be a little uncomfortable, but it's not serious."
"Okay." Bo Tingyuan walked towards the garden.
After the young master walked away, Uncle Xu turned his head and looked at Aunt Zhong who was still arranging the sofa.
For the first time in his career as a butler for a wealthy family, he felt such a strong sense of crisis.
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garden.
Wen Cishu was wrapping a blanket with his son, walking in with a warm smile. When he looked up, he finally saw the figure of his son returning home late.
"Big Daddy!"
Bo Yiming smiled as he emerged from his father's arms.
"Little Daddy has been waiting for you to get off work, but you didn't come home, so I brought him to see the potatoes."
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan walked forward, ruffled his son's hair, then pulled the blanket draped over his shoulders back and wrapped it around Wen Cishu's shoulders.
Bo Yiming suddenly felt a chill:? ? ?
Wen Cishu was about to speak when he saw him bend down and hug himself very naturally.
It was the same face-to-face hug as in the kitchen yesterday, which made Wen Cishu's ears hot, but he couldn't push him away. He could only pull the thin blanket over his broad shoulders and asked softly, "Have you had dinner?"
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan felt the warm breath approaching and hugged him tightly.
turned around and walked inside, reminding his son: "Yiming, go in."
Bo Yiming thought that the older father was going to snatch his blanket, but it turned out that he wanted to hug the younger father.
He followed happily.
The three of them walked into the brighter light of the house.
Wen Cishu snuggled in Bo Tingyuan's arms, the blanket trapped his warmth, forming a warm little space that belonged to the two of them alone.
His face was resting on his shoulder and in his ears he could hear the little monkey chattering to his big daddy. His eyes curved unconsciously - if it had always been like this, how peaceful and happy it would be.
The next second, Wen Cishu noticed that Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong were still in the living room. He quickly turned his head and buried his head in Bo Tingyuan's neck, muttering in a voice that only he could hear: "Just say I fell asleep."
Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong heard the footsteps and turned their heads almost at the same time, and saw the eldest master coming towards them holding the gentleman.
The two middle-aged men, one lowered his eyes, and the other shifted his gaze to the jumping young master.
Aunt Zhong asked, "Yiming, are you touching the potatoes again?"
Bo Yiming stuck out his tongue and said, "Grandma Zhong, I only took one! I left the others alone."
Aunt Zhong pushed him to wash his hands.
Wen Cishu breathed a sigh of relief, luckily Aunt Zhong didn't ask.
Bo Tingyuan is such a joke, isn’t it nice to hug me like usual? What habit did you suddenly change?
Waiting to get into the elevator.
Wen Cishu raised his head, stepped back a little, looked at him and said softly: "Put me down, I can walk by myself."
This old antique elevator houses a modern glass lamp.
The exquisite and intricate carvings on the lampshade will fall with the light, and at this moment are printed on Wen Cishu's thick black hair.
Bo Tingyuan had never noticed it before.
At this moment he took a step back.
The flower shadow of the glass cup fell perfectly on Wen Cishu's soft, porcelain-white face, forming a beautiful painting with his beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
Wen Cishu was stared at by his gem-like green eyes, a little confused, and gently pushed him: "Did you hear that?"
Just as I finished speaking, my lower back tightened and I pressed against his chest.
The elevator stopped just in time, and Bo Tingyuan felt his cheek rubbing against his temple as he threw himself into his arms.
His palm gently rubbed Wen Cishu's lower back: "Aunt Zhong said your waist is uncomfortable."
Wen Cishu thought: This is really irrelevant.
But his palms were warm, and the heat was transmitted to his skin through his clothes, which was quite comfortable, so he didn't refuse.
Entering the bedroom, Bo Tingyuan sat on the sofa and still did not let go of him.
Wen Cishu knelt on his legs and wanted to move away, but as soon as she moved, she felt his hands on her waist tighten.
"Why are you suddenly feeling unwell?"
Bo Tingyuan put his long hair behind his ears and put his other hand tentatively on his waist. "Here?" Moved slightly to the side, "Or here?
"hiss--"
Wen Cishu felt a pain from the pressure and raised his chin slightly. His neck stretched into a sexy curve and his black hair draped over his back swayed.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the small mole on his snow-white neck.
It is usually well hidden and only appears occasionally, faintly visible among the hair.
Wen Cishu focused all his attention on his palm, feeling the force of his fingertips massaging it, and pointed: "Click to the left, um——"
He suddenly realized that they were hugging each other tightly, their breaths blending together, and their lips were probably only a few centimeters apart.
His body stiffened involuntarily, and he lowered his head slightly to support himself on the armrest of the sofa.
"It's okay, it's really not serious."
Bo Tingyuan still didn't let him leave, and continued to silently knead the slender waist that was only as wide as the length of his palm.
The soreness in his waist made Wen Cishu bite his lower lip slightly.
He didn't dare to look into those dark green eyes, but just lowered his eyelids. When the palm of his hand on his lower back pressed a little harder, his palm unconsciously supported his strong and powerful arms.
After Wen Cishu consciously suppressed the urge to scream, the room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The only sound was Bo Tingyuan's deep breathing and the rubbing of his hands on the lower back.
These sounds were obviously extremely slight, but they were like ants crawling on Wen Cishu's earlobe, creating a huge noise to his senses.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Does it hurt like this?"
"No..." Wen Cishu answered irrelevantly, "I need to take a shower and rest. I have to get up early tomorrow."
Bo Tingyuan: “Yeah.”
But his palms did not stop and continued to rub back and forth.
Wen Cishu did not remind or emphasize anything. He just leaned in his arms, simply lowered his head, and rested his forehead on his shoulder, allowing him to press on him.
But the feeling on his lower back became more and more obvious, as if the palm was about to reach over the hem of his clothes and rub his skin at any time, making him subconsciously straighten his waist and then quickly relax.
At this moment, the familiar sound of little monkeys jumping came from outside the door.
Wen Cishu was about to speak when he was lifted up by a strong force.
When his son came in, Bo Tingyuan stood up and said, "Yiming, I'll take your little dad to take a shower. Wait here, I have something to talk to you about."
"Okay~" Bo Yiming didn't notice anything unusual. He jumped onto another long sofa, hugged the soft pillow and turned over.
Wen Cishu was carried into the bathroom by him, and only when his feet touched the ground did he feel something real.
Bo Tingyuan gently took off the blanket from his shoulders and smoothed down his long black hair.
Before Wen Cishu could feel the slight chill all over his body, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Bo Tingyuan's expression in the mirror, as if he was taking off all his clothes in front of him.
When Bo Tingyuan looked at him, Wen Cishu hurriedly avoided his sight, held the edge of the sink, and reached for toiletries: "You go out, I'll brush my teeth."
“Don’t take too long.”
Bo Tingyuan gave him some instructions and turned to leave.
Wen Cishu leaned against the sink and watched him walk out with the thin blanket folded between his arms. His back looked gentlemanly and elegant.
He came back to his senses and looked at himself in the mirror. His hand unconsciously touched his lower back and then quickly withdrew.
After washing up, Deng Wen Cishu changed into pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.
The bedroom was exceptionally quiet, with no sound from the little monkey.
Bo Tingyuan was sitting on the sofa beside the bed, reading a book.
"Where's Yiming?" Wen Cishu yawned and covered his lower lip lazily.
When he got closer, he noticed that Bo Tingyuan was holding a French fairy tale book.
Bo Tingyuan raised his eyes as he closed the book.
After a bath, the warm dictionary is as soft as jade, lazy and charming.
Bo Tingyuan put down the book, stood up, pulled the quilt open for him, and helped him lie down.
"I let him sleep in his own room today."
Wen Cishu lay on the soft pillow, blinked, chuckled and joked: "Who will tell me a fairy tale tonight to put me to sleep?"
As soon as he said this, he was worried that Bo Tingyuan might misunderstand, so he subconsciously pursed his lips, and under his deep gaze, he pulled the quilt and whispered, "I can sleep by myself."
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and touched the tip of his ear, and said in a deep voice: "I took a shower and came here."
His voice paused, and then he continued, "I'll tell you a story."
"Oh." Wen Cishu shook his feet in the quilt and watched him leave.
——Does he really want to tell himself a story to put him to sleep?
Wen Cishu couldn't help but lower his head and curled the corners of his lips.
Not that much expectation~
However, it will definitely be much smoother than the little monkey's French~
Wen Cishu happily slid into the quilt, tried hard to press the corners of his lips, and immediately opened his eyes wide when he closed them.
——He can’t fall asleep first.
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