Chapter 30
late at night.
Small sweet potato.
In the hot topics related to "Zazi is a superman", a tourist photo appeared in the comment section of the entry "Mingzi father and son".
momo: [Sisters, big data recommended this to me! I am not seeing things. Is that the handsome guy with the bite stopper and black mask in the distance in this tourist photo? 】
The photo was taken by a tourist holding a selfie stick.
The netizen who posted the photo blurred the tourist's face and circled the people behind him with red notes.
Several people were walking towards the hotel gate. The tallest one was a man wearing glasses and a mask.
Behind him were several people who looked like assistants, pushing three oversized suitcases.
[In which hotel was this filmed? What tourists? I don't understand, did someone meet him by chance? 】
momo: [Damn it, I posted too fast. I forgot to mention that the hotel is located near the second episode of "Zi Zi is Superman", and I took a photo of his tourist homepage, as well as photos of playing in the ancient costume street in the film and television city in the afternoon.
[Wait, sister, can you enlarge the photo a little more? Do these suitcases look familiar? 】
momo: [Wow, it’s exactly the same suitcase as the one used by Mingzai and his son in the past two episodes! Oh my god, big data is so awesome! 】
[Sisters, did you use a microscope to see it? Amazing!
[But is this handsome guy the big shot named Bo at the Sino-French event? What if they just look alike? 】
[This domineering gait and the temperament of standing out from the crowd, as well as the black shirt, black mask and glasses... If this wasn't a person, I would bite Mingzai]
【Mingzai:?】 What does it have to do with me! 】
[Woo woo, can’t a gentle beauty have a gentle and domineering boss? I angrily reject this man who looks so fierce at first glance.]
[Mingzai described the old man as someone who could teach him skiing and horse riding. Hearing that, he sounded very fierce, hehe]
[It’s really exciting to put the photos of my wife and the handsome guy who uses a bite stopper together! What if? Ahh ...]
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At dawn, the hotel.
Screen projection has never been turned off.
When Bo Tingyuan, who was lying on the bed, woke up from a nightmare, he opened his eyes and immediately looked at the sleeping figure on the screen. Only then did his beating heart calm down.
The nightmare just now dissipated like slowly fading fog, bit by bit.
Bo Tingyuan's nerves gradually relaxed, and he realized that his left hand had been pressing on the cover of the poetry collection.
He picked up the book and saw that the cover had been folded over. After he flattened it with his hands, there was still an obvious deep crease.
Apparently, it was because he had been pressing his palm down since he fell asleep.
Bo Tingyuan immediately took the phone and was about to click on Albert's call when he noticed the time: 4:30 in the morning.
He turned off his phone and put it aside, then smoothed the folded corner of the book cover with his palm again.
The corner was naturally not human-like and refused to obey, and it still curled up in a playful and cute way.
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Around nine o'clock, Albert came to convey some invitations from the program team.
"There is a costume drama crew with a large investment that wants to invite Mr. Wen to play a guest role for a week. A professional equestrian leather goods brand hopes to invite you to shoot an advertisement, and two other magazines want to invite you to shoot a double cover. In addition, there are some variety shows that are willing to invite you for a high salary."
Albert has recently been serving as the agent of Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming, and he is doing his job very well.
Compared to having to deal with the complicated tasks assigned by Mr. Bo every day with tense nerves, the trivial matters in the entertainment industry seem much easier and more interesting.
Bo Tingyuan took a sip of coffee and said, "Well, I'll let you know after the show is over."
Albert thought silently, so Mr. Bo really conveyed this last week?
He thought that the decision was made directly on behalf of Mr. Wen and he declined.
Bo Tingyuan placed his bony palm on the poetry collection: "Please take some time this morning to buy me a similar book."
Albert looked and saw that the cover was folded.
He reached out to make sure he could read the publication information, but Mr. Bo showed no intention of letting go.
"Boss Bo?"
Bo Tingyuan paused, picked up the book and turned to the information page: "You take a photo."
Albert immediately understood that this book was very special and not something that ordinary people could touch.
No wonder when he was about to put the document down yesterday, Mr. Bo immediately took it to his side.
He also thought that Bo was always reminding him implicitly that he was developing new interests and hobbies.
——It is true that living with the emperor is like living with a tiger.
Albert used his mobile phone to take a photo of the Cataloguing-in-Publication (CIP) data.
As an all-round assistant who has followed President Bo for many years, he has accumulated countless personal connections in all aspects.
When he sent the photo of the book information to the corresponding friend, he immediately received a reply.
[Let me find a brand new out-of-print book?] 】
[Why don’t you let me go to France and dig this author over for you? 】
Albert: “…”
Bo Tingyuan raised his eyes and saw his assistant staring at the phone. “The information is not clear and comprehensive enough?”
Albert could only say truthfully: "This book is out of print, so it may take some time."
Bo Tingyuan looked at the books next to the coffee saucer.
"Well, as soon as possible."
Albert heard his friend's reply in his ears: Why don't you let me go to France and dig this author over for you?
Just then, Bo Yiming's voice was heard on the screen, and Albert hurriedly evacuated.
"Wait a moment."
Albert paused and turned around immediately: "Boss Bo, anything else?"
Bo Tingyuan turned his gaze from his son's face to Albert: "The farm affairs will be settled today."
"good."
Albert breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not given a clear "book-buying deadline".
Before leaving, he glanced at the creased collection of poems and heard Mr. Wen's voice from the show. Suddenly, he was inspired:
Oh~~ It turns out that you, Mr. Bo, damaged Mr. Wen’s book.
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On the show.
Bo Yiming woke up first and observed his father's sleeping face for a long time.
Like a baby animal, he sniffed and caressed me gently, his face full of security and happiness.
Wen Cishu opened his eyes and saw the cute little monkey. His vision was still blurry, but he reached out to hug him and kissed him on the forehead: "Good morning, my cute Mingming baby."
Bo Yiming leaned shyly in his little dad's arms: "Little dad, I want a good morning kiss and a good night kiss from now on? Okay?"
"Okay~" Wen Cishu agreed, "Every day!"
These words made Bo Yiming extremely happy. He jumped up and started dancing excitedly on the bed.
The bed was a bit hard this time, but Wen Cishu, who was lying on it, was not affected too much. He slowly woke up and watched the little monkey twisting around.
"Little daddy, can you dance the Twist?"
Bo Yiming saw the young father stand up and took the initiative to pull him up, "That's it..."
He leaned forward, raised his buttocks, and kept lifting his feet while twisting his waist and hips to the rhythm.
"No~"
Wen Cishu picked up the hairband on the bedside and tied her long black hair behind her back.
Bo Yiming knelt on the soft quilt and pouted: "Little Daddy obviously knows how to do it. On Grandpa's birthday, Little Daddy and Big Daddy danced very beautifully. I even took pictures."
[The first episode of Grandpa’s Phone Call!] Are both dads there? Wow~】
【photo? ? Where? Mingzai, let me see.]
Two dads dancing together? ? I want to see! 】
Wen Cishu turned his head in surprise, pinched his little face, and deliberately put on a fierce face: "Where is the photo? Hand it over!"
But he was usually very gentle, and even when he deliberately put on a stern face, he didn't look scary at all.
Bo Yiming rolled up the edge of the quilt and turned himself into a sushi roll. He said happily, "No! I want to see it myself! Hehe~"
Wen Cishu was quick-witted and took the watch next to his pillow and waved it in front of his eyes: "It's in the watch, right?"
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa—”
The little monkey in the sushi roll struggled frantically to break free from the quilt.
Wen Cishu quickly got out of bed, trotted into the bathroom, half of his face appeared behind the door, and said with a smile: "Daddy, take a look! You're good."
After saying that, he closed the door.
Bo Yiming had not yet struggled to free himself from the quilt that had wrapped him tightly around him. He sat on the bed like a half-peeled rice dumpling.
His eyes were dazed and droopy. He turned awkwardly towards the nearest camera, puffed up his face and made an aggrieved accusation.
"See~ My little daddy bullies me~ Woo~ Woo~"
After saying that, she fell on the bed, with her smooth feet raised in the air.
[Mingzai, we are here!] It’s not that machine. Hey~]
[I am so happy to see you so early in the morning~ Mingzai is so cute, hug me! 】
[Come on, you are still acting cute at the age of nine? ! (Let your sister pinch your pretty face~)
[Mommy~Mommy~I want to see the photos too, sob~crying]
restroom.
Just as Wen Cishu was about to open the album function of the small watch, he suddenly realized that there might be other things taken by the little monkey in it, which he might not want to see as his father.
He thought about it, then opened the door and went out, handing the watch back: "Okay, Dad didn't see it. You can send it back to Dad's phone, okay?"
"Hmm?" Bo Yiming sat up and blinked, "Why?"
Wen Cishu helped him pull back the quilt and asked, "There should be a lot of other photos in there, right?"
Bo Yiming shook his head: "No, I didn't take any photos. Little dad, please take a look."
He took the initiative to hand it to the little father.
Wen Cishu was determined to be an understanding parent: "No, no, no, Dad won't read it."
Bo Yiming was anxious and hugged Little Daddy's arm: "No! Little Daddy must see it!"
[You just didn’t let me see it, but now I have to not see it? You two, father and son, have done enough.]
[Actually, if she is only nine years old, it’s okay for adults to look at the photo album, right? After all, it should be regulated.
[Nowadays, nine-year-old children are already very conscious. It is better not to watch without permission~]
As they were pulling, the watch screen lit up unexpectedly.
The father and son leaned over at the same time and saw new information pop up on the screen.
[The dragon knight who took away the little shell cake (〃＞皿＜)]: [Yiming, it’s getting late. Go have breakfast with your little dad first. 】
The two of them read the message carefully, raised their eyes to look at each other, and stood up and put on their shoes silently.
"Yiming, I'm going to wash up."
"Little daddy, let me change my clothes."
The father and son spoke in unison, and then acted separately, as if they were two robots that had received clear instructions.
[Did the program crew urge them through the small watches?] The other guests have just woken up, but Rongrong and Xiaoqi are still staying in bed.]
[Rubbing his chin, he looks like Mingzai’s dad.] 】
[Mingzai's dad must be mean to them, wuwu my wife and cubs are so cute, you are not allowed to be mean to them! I am so mad]
[But if mommy is not in good health, it is better not to stay on an empty stomach for too long? 】
[Wow, what a novel angle! It’s my fault that I was enjoying watching it so much that I forgot about it. As expected of a big dad, he has a big vision.]
What does it have to do with the overall situation? He obviously cares about his wife's health~]
The small kitchen of the tea house.
Zhu Wei is already preparing breakfast.
When cooking dinner last night, Zhou Xu deliberately left some extra ingredients.
As soon as Wen Cishu entered the kitchen, he saw the steaming pot and Zhu Wei's figure: "Sister Wei, you're here so early?"
Zhu Wei smiled and said, "I went to bed early last night. You came just in time, and the porridge is ready."
"I'll serve it."
Wen Cishu washed his hands again and went to get the bowl.
There are steamed eggs in the steamer next to it.
Zhu Wei quickly stir-fried some pickled mustard greens and edamame, divided it into two portions, and added some chopped green pepper to one portion.
The room is full of life.
Wen Cishu brought the bowl of porridge to the table and thought to himself, if Bo Tingyuan was willing to participate in the show, could he have such a down-to-earth life for a short time?
But is Bo Tingyuan convenient to appear in variety shows?
Then, Wen Cishu remembered that Bo Tingyuan was holding the book before going to bed last night.
If I bring it up myself, Bo Tingyuan will most likely agree reluctantly.
But he didn't want Bo Tingyuan to do anything "reluctant" because of him.
Afterwards, Wen Cishu looked through the gate and saw Bo Yiming squatting on the ground counting ants with Xingxing.
He couldn't help but nodded thoughtfully.
- Well, it's time for the little monkey to deal with some major family problems.
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