Chapter 3
The next morning.
Bo Yiming's study.
A tall and thin figure was standing and practicing calligraphy.
He should have been sitting upright, but in less than half an hour, it was as if there were thorns on the chair and his butt was itching and he couldn't sit still. He changed eight hundred postures in ten minutes.
Seeing this, Wen Cishu asked him to stand up and write.
Bo Yiming complained endlessly, but he was also concerned about his "career in the entertainment industry" and had resentment in his heart but dared not speak it out.
He secretly glanced at his father, not understanding why he was suddenly so concerned about his studies.
On weekdays, doesn’t the little dad always say: As long as he is healthy, everything is fine?
Wen Cishu sat by the window, as if he had no bones, leaning lazily on the rosewood armchair.
Outside the window is lush greenery, and the sunlight filtering through the leaves is mottled and soft.
In front of him was a plate of cut seasonal fruits and a book on "Health-Preserving Tai Chi".
He held the jade book with a ruyi pattern on his left hand with his long fingers, picked up a page leisurely, and said in a light tone: "Don't look at me, read the words carefully."
"oh."
Bo Yiming had never heard his young father talk to him like this before. What was going on? !
He was thinking and was about to write the vertical hook when the tip of the pen dipped in ink suddenly trembled.
He raised his face and looked at his little father in disbelief.
Did something happen to the two fathers?
Otherwise, why would the young dad behave so out of character?
Bo Yiming is already in the second grade at school, and there are many single-parent classmates around him whose parents are divorced.
Her amber eyes stared at the crooked brush writing in front of her, and the more she looked at it, the more it looked like "You're going to be a single child."
Before he could respond, an aunt walked in and said, "Sir, the eldest master is in the study. Please come over. He said he has some important business to attend to."
"Okay." Wen Cishu remembered what they had agreed on last night.
Bo Tingyuan's words were as good as gold, and it seemed that there was some progress.
When Wen Cishu stood up, his long black hair fell down his shoulders.
He leaned back and used the book as a hairpin to tie up his long hair.
Before leaving, he placed the fruit plate on the desk and told Bo Yiming: "Just practice for another fifteen minutes, hold on."
"Yeah!" Bo Yiming nodded vigorously, picked up the brush and pretended to continue writing. He saw his little father slowly leaving, so he threw away the brush and went downstairs through another door.
He found Uncle Xu and asked, "Grandpa Xu, what happened to my little dad?"
"What's wrong?"
Uncle Xu had just come out of the kitchen and saw that his fingers were stained with ink, so he took out a clean white handkerchief and wiped them for him.
Uncle Xu used to work for the old man of the Bo family. When Bo Tingyuan got married, he was assigned to take care of him.
He watched Bo Yiming being born and growing up.
In addition, he was unmarried and had no children, so he treated the child as his own.
Bo Yiming couldn't say for sure, but he changed his mind and asked again: "Why didn't my father go to the company today? Isn't he busy?"
"Of course I'm busy."
Uncle Xu pointed in the direction of the eldest young master's study, "Albert just went up with a lot of documents."
I am talking about Albert, Bo Tingyuan's assistant.
He has a Chinese name, but Xu Shuai calls him that.
The four words "many documents" entered Bo Yiming's ears, and after a complex and precise translation, they became - "divorce agreement", "property division agreement", and "custody agreement".
The half-grown child jumped up, scaring Uncle Xu.
He supported Uncle Xu: "I'll go take a look!"
One day when he holds a concert, the two fathers must sit side by side in the VVVVIP seats!
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When Wen Cishu entered the study, he heard two voices talking in English.
No matter what language he speaks, Bo Tingyuan's deep voice always carries an authority that cannot be ignored and is easy to recognize.
The other person is his assistant Albert.
If Wen Cishu remembered correctly, Albert worked with Bo Tingyuan when he was in Europe, and later returned to China with him to join the Bo family business.
As Wen Cishu appeared, the two people paused in their conversation.
Bo Tingyuan's dark green eyes behind his glasses glanced at him lightly.
Wen Cishu's long hair, which often hung down, was rarely tied into a bun, revealing her slender, snow-white swan neck, and her soft, red lips were even more vivid.
Bo Tingyuan stood up and raised his hand to signal Albert to go to the sofa to talk.
When he got closer, he could clearly see the hairpin inserted diagonally on Wen Cishu's head.
He looked closely to confirm the pattern, and it was indeed the Hetian blue jade book dial he had chosen two years ago.
At that time, the auction house sent a brochure, and he selected a few items and presented them to Wen Cishu.
At that time, Wen Cishu did not show much joy, but just asked Aunt Zhong to keep it.
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As soon as Wen Cishu sat down, Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and put a soft pillow behind his waist.
Assistant Albert also came over from the table, holding a tablet and placing it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
He smiled and looked at the frail young man who still couldn't hide his noble appearance: "Mr. Wen looks good today."
He clearly remembered that many years had passed since he first met Wen Cishu, but Wen Cishu was like an immortal banished from the world who was kept in a deep house, unaffected by the worldly affairs and seemingly unchanging.
Wen Cishu smiled slightly: "Yes, I'm in good spirits these past two days."
He turned to look at Bo Tingyuan, "Is this what we talked about last night?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan picked up the tablet and opened the file for him.
Wen Cishu had sharp eyes and had already seen that they were several program materials that had been sorted out.
His left shoulder was close to Bo Tingyuan, and he was looking at the pictures and text on the screen carefully.
Bo Tingyuan was about to hand over the tablet, but he just placed it in front of him, and reached out with his right hand to loosely hold Wen Cishu.
He was tall and had a big frame, and this action seemed to completely embrace Wen Cishu, who was as thin as a green bamboo.
Wen Cishu didn't pay attention to these details, but asked in a slightly surprised tone: "Are there so many programs suitable for children to participate in now?"
Albert explained: "Yes, every TV station and network platform has endless talent shows and variety shows for ratings. I have already screened out the ones that are similar or have average production teams."
"Okay, let me take a look." Wen Cishu raised his hand and swiped over the "Youth Singing Talent Show" program.
To be honest, he felt that sending his little monkey to sing would only torture the judges and the audience.
Some youth sports competition programs can be considered.
But the little monkey may not like it.
Albert: "There are also some companies' trainee selection activities, which don't have any specific requirements. But once selected, it will directly affect the young master's school courses. So I didn't include it."
"Well, it can't interfere with school." Wen Cishu nodded and slid his fingertips to the category of "Parent-Child Variety Show". “Are there any parent-child programs?”
The more he looked, the more interested he became. "Parent-child travel, I think I can go on it, too."
Albert was about to explain when Bo Tingyuan moved his fingers.
He stood up silently and left the study.
corridor.
Albert and the dog ran into Bo Yiming who was trying to eavesdrop secretly.
He looked at the handsome boy at such a young age and said with a smile, "Young Master, what's going on?"
The soundproofing in the house was so good that Bo Yiming naturally heard nothing.
He hesitated, not knowing whether to ask Uncle Albert.
Albert actually didn't say something just now. With the mixed-race appearance of the young master in the family, he is already a popular person even without knowing how to sing or dance.
I guess as soon as it shows up, it will be like a piece of bread thrown into a koi pond, and hundreds of carp will pounce on it.
If the bosses of those brokerage companies knew his wealth and background, they would probably want to worship him as a little god of wealth.
Bo Yiming shook his head and decided to observe the situation himself.
"Uncle, you know my big dad better. It's just..."
He asked with some hesitation, "Do you think he will agree to let me enter the entertainment industry?"
Albert gestured to the door with his eyes, smiled and lowered his voice: "Don't worry, he is discussing it with your little dad."
"Ah!" Bo Yiming's amber pupils were bright and shining, "Really?!"
In the room.
Wen Cishu was studying several programs and comparing different situations. After a long time, he realized that the man next to him was silent.
He sat up straight, raised his eyelids, met his majestic gaze, and unconsciously lowered his voice, asking in a negotiating manner: "What do you think about me accompanying Yiming to the show?"
Bo Tingyuan hesitated for a second under the gaze of his bright black eyes.
"Your body is not suited to exertion."
The little flame that had just ignited in Wen Cishu's dark eyes was extinguished with a hiss by his few words.
He lowered his head and continued to look at the tablet, muttering softly: "I've heard this since I was a child." I'm tired of it.
After a few seconds, he realized - oh, it seemed that it was not for him to play, but to screen a program for the children.
He glanced at Bo Tingyuan's slender fingers holding the tablet and felt guilty.
At this time, the little monkey in the house broke into the house.
"dad!"
I don’t know who to call.
Both fathers looked up at the same time.
Bo Yiming excitedly supported himself on the back of the sofa and jumped over to the young father and sat down.
Before Wen Cishu could react, he was embraced by the man on his left and moved to the side.
Bo Yiming was just about to hug the little father's arm, but the eldest father got there first and hugged the little father and sat on the sofa opposite.
"Little dad, can I go to the show now? The auditions are about to end."
Before Bo Tingyuan could speak, Wen Cishu said, "Yiming, I've discussed with your grandfather and want to change the program for you."
He handed the tablet over and said, "Look, how about this?"
Bo Yiming quickly flipped through the pictures and text on the screen: "Wow? Are they all with other stars? Really?"
Wen Cishu felt relieved when he saw that the kid seemed easy to fool.
"Every program here also requires a selection. You can't just sign up and participate. Yiming, do you have confidence?"
"Of course!" Bo Yiming smiled and hugged the tablet and fell back on the sofa, "Little dad, no matter what program it is, I will definitely be selected."
Wen Cishu is confused: Who did this little guy inherit his inexplicable self-confidence from?
"Then you need to ask your eldest father if he agrees with us going."
"Ah?" Bo Yiming thought the matter was a done deal, but after all this time, Big Daddy didn't even take a vote?
He could only sit up straight again and act like a little one who had suffered a great deal of injustice before he even opened his mouth, looking at the extremely serious head of the family.
"Big Daddy?"
Bo Tingyuan faced two faces that looked 30% similar, and noticed the expectation and longing flashing in their eyes.
Unconsciously, he recalled last night, when Wen Cishu grabbed his sleeve...
Wen Cishu was nervous when he saw that he seemed to be making a decision.
If possible, he also wanted to go out and play with the little guy.
Bo Yiming only felt that "opposition" was written in his grandfather's deep eyes, and his expression fell.
"I'll ask Albert to sign you up first. If the show crew invites me, I'll agree."
Before Bo Tingyuan could finish his sentence, the little monkey on the opposite side had already rushed over with excitement and exclaimed.
He put force on the arm that was on Wen Cishu's lower back, then pinched his waist and lifted him up onto his legs, frowning and reminding his son: "Yiming, don't always pounce on your little daddy."
Bo Yiming jumped around in front of the sofa: "Ah ...
Wen Cishu joked leisurely: "It's like there are monkeys in the house, and the monkeys on both sides of the river are crying non-stop."
When I raised my eyes, I ran into a dark green lake.
It was so deep and rich that it seemed to engulf the whole sky and earth and make him hold his breath unconsciously.
After a few seconds, Wen Cishu realized that he was in Bo Tingyuan's arms, with his arms around his broad shoulders.
He quickly used the force to stand up, muttering: "I don't know why Yiming is so happy. He has to sign up and pass the screening first. He can't be on the show right away."
Because of this commotion, her hair was disheveled, and the hair brushed across the skin on the side of Bo Tingyuan's neck, creating ripples. "Whether you can participate in the show or not, your body needs exercise."
"Oh." Wen Cishu felt that he was an elder from his tone.
He accidentally dropped one of his slippers just now, and when he lowered his head to look for it, he saw Bo Tingyuan's hand was a little faster and picked up the soft-soled home shoes.
He stood up, raised one foot childishly, and watched Bo Tingyuan bend down to put on his slippers.
The loose shoe opening was originally very comfortable, but now it slowly covers the back of the foot and seems to have suddenly become tight.
When the man's knuckles rubbed Wen Cishu's slender ankle through the soft home socks, he felt his ears slightly hot. His eyes wandered aimlessly, but he couldn't help looking at the man's back, broad shoulders and brown-black hair.
Unlike Wen Cishu's hair, it was unusually black.
The ends of Bo Tingyuan's hair have a hint of dark brown-gold, while the roots are completely brown-black and their hair is thorny.
Wen Cishu thought of the various tragic endings described in the original book, and actually felt an urge to ruffle his hair.
But after he put on his shoes, he turned around as if fleeing: "I'm going to find Yiming."
"Wait a moment."
The words seemed to contain a hint of command, causing Wen Cishu to stop in his tracks.
He felt the man behind him stand up and move closer to him.
Then, the bun moved and the black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Bo Tingyuan held the book handle that carried Wen Cishu's body temperature and said, "Your hair is messy."
They were too close, and his voice was already low and sexy, so Wen Cishu always felt like he was leaning over and speaking into his ear.
This time, he did walk out a little nervously, and said without thinking: "Well, I'll go find Yiming."
Behind her, there were the man's instructions.
“Don’t walk too fast.”
Wen Cishu's heart was indeed pounding, and he even suspected that he was having a heart attack.
Walking into the elevator, he looked at the carved fence and asked himself in confusion: "We have been married for ten years, right? Why should I be afraid of him?"
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