Chapter 33
With the successful conclusion of the second episode, the official Weibo account of the program team released photos as soon as possible. They were all taken by Wen Cishu using a fluffy Polaroid camera during the show.
The photo mainly shows the four little ones, and in the middle is a group photo of the eight guests.
Among the many praises and reluctance, one comment was liked first.
Hot-blooded Mingzai is super invincible: [Why isn’t the preview for the third episode released on Friday? Why tell us now? Do you have a heart? Can you sleep at night? 】
The cub is a superman V: [The second episode previews the third episode, which is very reasonable]
Hot-blooded Mingzai is super invincible: [You still dare to reply? Brothers and sisters, let’s start fighting! 】
Thousands of comments emerged instantly, all ready to attack the program production team.
The program team immediately released a photo, instantly changing the direction of "public opinion".
The photo was taken in backlight, but it did not detract from the beauty. On the contrary, the outline of light and shadow showed the unique elegance and grace of the person in the photo.
The subject of the photo is Wen Cishu, who is sitting at the window of the teahouse and writing.
【Wow! This angle shows a handsome man in ancient costume that I have never seen before (I suddenly couldn’t curse him, damn it)
[The sentence in the textbook has become concrete, it really is 'more than eight feet tall, with a beautiful appearance']
[The mommy in the show these two days smiled very gently, and had a kind of divinity like a bodhisattva with lowered eyebrows. You must have felt it, right? Please send a few more pictures.]
[Mingzai's father made me realize for the first time that there are really people who are "kind-looking"]
Fortunately, apart from the program crew, the other three celebrity guests also posted nine-grid photos.
Zhu Wei posted more than a dozen photos at once, including five or six photos of Rongrong and Wen Cishu.
[I jumped up and down between several Weibo accounts, saving pictures like crazy]
[Me too... Who made Mingzai and his wife not have Weibo accounts? I’m crying]
[Thanks to Sister Wei, I am a Fluffy Princess! 】
This fan posted a screenshot of the live broadcast showing the two brothers carefully helping Rongrong down the stairs.
Zhu Wei, who was browsing Weibo, immediately expressed her gratitude and added the photo to her Weibo.
[Rongrong likes it very much~Thank you~[red heart]]
[Rongmei is really happy, with two handsome brothers escorting her~]
[When the four little ones went to complete the task, they really looked like siblings. It warmed my heart]
[The third phase requires a full five days of waiting, and the corpse will be transformed on the spot==]
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The Bo family mansion.
The family had dinner early, and Bo Yiming pestered his grandfather to ask about the farm contract.
The father and son went into the study and had a serious discussion.
The flower hall on the first floor.
Wen Cishu was sitting on a sofa facing the garden, preparing gift dishes with Uncle Xu, which would be delivered to the homes of the other three guests the next day.
He recalled the lunches of the past two days and said slowly: "Roasted gluten and boiled chicken are a must."
"Okay." Uncle Xu was drawing on the tablet with a stylus in his hand, and he moved the Four Happiness Roasted Gluten and Zhanjiang White-Cut Chicken to the appetizer area. "Do you want smoked fish? It's the right time."
"good."
Wen Cishu picked up the teacup and blew away the hot steam. He remembered that Rongrong seemed to like the Wagyu beef stewed with rice at noon. "Prepare two more servings of the Wagyu beef stewed with rice for Teacher Zhu's family. Also, prepare an extra serving of the braised small lion's head for Teacher Zhou's family."
Xiaoqi, like Bo Yiming, likes to eat a little lion head one bite at a time. His cheeks puff up when he eats, which is really cute.
Uncle Xu has noted the quantity.
"Can you deliver the steamed matsutake dumplings from a few days ago?"
Wen Cishu thought the dumplings tasted good and fresh, and the dumpling skin was just the right chewy texture.
That day, Bo Tingyuan and Bo Yiming also ate one extra.
"It's convenient." Uncle Xu said, "It can be made on the same day."
Wen Cishu leaned lazily in the chair, his arms resting on the armrests, his eyes looking somewhat vaguely at the shadowy bouquets of flowers in the garden.
"As for the rest, Uncle Xu, you decide."
"No problem." Uncle Xu said, "I'll attach the menu when the time comes, and make notes on how to heat it up and it's best to eat it within a few days."
Like Aunt Zhong, he did things very properly, so Wen Cishu naturally had no objection.
Wen Cishu had been busy all day and was feeling a little sleepy after having just eaten.
He covered his mouth and yawned.
Aunt Zhong came in with a thin blanket draped over her arms: "Go upstairs and get some rest. It's getting late."
Wen Cishu wondered, what did the little monkey say to his big father? Does it take so long?
When in the car, did Bo Tingyuan take what he said seriously?
As he stood up, Aunt Zhong covered him with a blanket and asked, "Is the allergic area still itchy?"
After arriving home just now, Dr. Lin took Wen Cishu's pulse and checked his allergies.
Aunt Zhong was there at the time, and she became worried when she saw the red patch on the skin. She carefully remembered the dietary restrictions that Dr. Lin had mentioned, fearing that the allergy would become more serious.
"Much better. Just take a shower at night and apply the ointment again."
Wen Cishu stepped into the elevator, looked at the railing, and thought of something.
"Aunt Zhong, you were in the hotel yesterday. Do you know if Yiming's father had a good rest?"
Aunt Zhong recalled what happened when she delivered the desserts last night, and conveyed it truthfully.
Wen Cishu frowned slightly and paced back and forth? He muttered to himself: "Why is it still like this?"
Aunt Zhong thought she was being asked, so she answered naturally, "You must be missing me so much that you can't sleep."
"ah?"
Wen Cishu looked at her in surprise. In a hurry, she asked softly in her native dialect, "How can you say that?"①
He tried to smile when he said this, subconsciously hiding his embarrassment.
The elevator stopped. Aunt Zhong spread her hands and asked back with a smile: "Which word is wrong? None. Even the punctuation is correct."
She hadn't spoken to the Second Young Master for a whole day and night, and she wanted to cheer him up.
Wen Cishu stepped into the corridor, his eyes narrowed with a smile, he looked happy and cheerful, his tone was brisk: "Yes, yes, the old ones are still the best."
When Aunt Zhong saw his happy smile, she also felt relieved.
During the past half month, she watched the Second Young Master become more cheerful, like the sun, slowly rising from the darkness to the sea level.
Over the years, Aunt Zhong has suspected that the second young master's soul had been taken away, otherwise why would he be so lifeless? Now he is good, talking and laughing, so lively.
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Wen Cishu had just come out of the shower when he saw a figure coming from the living room in the distance.
On the sofa, Bo Yiming was lying in a long line.
"Yiming?"
Wen Cishu walked forward slowly.
Because of allergies, Aunt Zhong specially picked up a pair of extremely soft and loose pajamas in milky white color.
Maybe the clothes were too white, making his skin, which had just been heated, look a little red.
After Bo Yiming noticed it, he quickly got up and nervously pointed at the other side of Little Daddy's neck: "Little Daddy, are you allergic here too?"
Wen Cishu rubbed the side of his neck with his fingers.
He sat on the couch, "No, maybe the water was too hot. Have you finished talking to Big Daddy? How's it going?"
"We've already agreed on this. I've already taken a shower."
Bo Yiming grinned and pulled something out from his buttocks pocket and waved it in front of his little father.
It is the ointment of Wen Ci Shu.
"How come it's here with you? Did Big Daddy give it to you?"
Secretary Wen Ci remembered that Bo Tingyuan said he would wipe it once more before going to bed at night, so how did it end up in the little monkey's hands?
Bo Yiming explained, "I was talking to Grandfather just now, and Uncle came to see Grandfather for something else. I heard Uncle Lin say that the ointment should be applied regularly. So I took it when I saw it."
When Wen Cishu heard this, he thought that Bo Tingyuan had not been to the company for two days, so he had some work to deal with.
Bo Yiming climbed over the back of the sofa, bent over and rested his chin on the little daddy's shoulder, and offered his courtesy in a sweet and cuddly tone: "Little daddy, I'll apply ointment for you."
"Okay." Wen Cishu didn't ask how he got it. He just lowered his head and moved his hair over, revealing the back of his neck.
Bo Yiming saw the small piece of red skin and his voice dropped.
"If he hadn't accompanied me to the show, my baby daddy wouldn't have had allergies."
Wen Cishu then realized that the kid really cared about his health.
He turned around, rubbed the child's face, and said gently: "It's okay, Yiming will give Daddy a hug, and Daddy will feel better. It works better than any ointment."
"Hmm~" Bo Yiming lowered his head, puffed up his cheeks to blow on his little daddy, then unscrewed the lid and applied the ointment.
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The door to the study opened and Albert left with several documents.
After finishing his work, Bo Tingyuan stood up and was about to take the ointment, but he found that the things that were originally placed on the table had disappeared.
He frowned and looked around, but there was no sign of her.
When I think back for a moment, I remember my youngest son who would jump around whenever he talked about something.
He walked over and opened the screen, and saw his son eagerly covering his little father with a quilt.
Bo Yiming muttered, "Little daddy, lie down quickly."
He heard the sound of the screen moving, and turned to look at the person who came. "Big Dad, I have already applied the ointment for Little Dad!"
After saying that, he hugged the pillow and rolled over, "Wow, the bed at home is still comfortable~ right, little daddy?"
Wen Cishu leaned back on the soft pillow and looked at the person approaching.
"Albert is back?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan stood on the edge of the bed and glanced at the fairy tale book on the bedside table.
At this moment, a small hand snatched the book away from under his eyes.
Bo Yiming leaned obediently against his little father, his tone full of attachment.
"Little daddy, I didn't tell you a fairy tale yesterday. I will tell you one today."
Wen Cishu could only hug the little monkey: "Okay~"
Bo Yiming looked up and said with a smile: "Dad, take a shower and go to bed quickly."
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan said no more and rubbed his son's hair hard.
Wen Cishu always felt that he was staring at him. He felt guilty for no reason and did not dare to look into his mysterious green eyes. He only asked the little monkey softly, "Yiming, when your big daddy finishes taking a bath, come over and listen to your story, okay?"
"OK."
It was a rare opportunity for Bo Yiming to lie between his two fathers, which seemed pretty good.
Wen Cishu then raised his eyes and said softly, "Then go take a shower. Yiming and I will wait for you."
Bo Tingyuan nodded slightly and glanced at the exposed side of his neck.
The snow-white skin hidden by the black hair was slightly red.
Wen Cishu stared at him absentmindedly as he walked back into the room.
Even though he had such a tall and reliable figure and I was clearly in my own home, I always felt as lonely as if I were in the endless darkness and wilderness.
Wen Cishu subconsciously hugged the warm little monkey in his arms and kissed his forehead.
Bo Yiming didn't understand what was going on and thought it was a goodnight kiss from his little dad, so he said, "Little dad, I haven't gone to bed yet. The goodnight kiss will come later."
Wen Cishu raised his lips and smiled: "Daddy suddenly wants to kiss you, the goodnight kiss will be for a while."
Bo Yiming was so happy that he dropped the book, turned around, and twisted his body in front of his little father's quilt.
"By the way, little daddy. When are we going to eat the hotpot that Rongrong's mom mentioned?"
Wen Cishu pinched the tip of his nose: "How about we go eat it ourselves first?"
He was afraid of the large crowds and that it would be difficult to gather enough time, not to mention that the three of them were already busy people in the entertainment industry.
"Really?" Bo Yiming blinked. "That's great! Let's go tomorrow!"
Wen Cishu pulled the quilt over him and said softly, "Yiming, your dad hasn't been to the company for two days because he wants to accompany us on the show. Can we wait until he's done with these two days? Dad will make arrangements and won't forget."
Bo Yiming especially liked his young father talking to him slowly.
In the gentle eyes of his little dad, he nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll listen to my little dad~"
"So good?" Wen Cishu kissed his messy and soft hair again.
Bo Yiming closed his eyes and thought, even in the whole world, he only has one little dad, so of course he has to be very good~
Bo Tingyuan took a shower and returned to the bed.
Wen Cishu turned sideways and pulled open the quilt next to the little monkey: "Come on, let's listen to the story together."
A large palm pressed down on the back of his hand and the lifted quilt.
Wen Cishu looked into Bo Tingyuan's eyes and clearly felt the back of his hand being pressed hard.
"Um?"
Bo Tingyuan quickly let go of his hand: "I'll lie next to you."
"Oh." Wen Cishu withdrew his hand and put it into the quilt, rubbing his pajamas in front of him.
Bo Yiming lost the opportunity to sleep between his two fathers.
But considering that the big daddy might have to correct his French later, he thought it would be safer with the little daddy in between.
He took the initiative to move aside.
Wen Cishu's bed is actually very large, but it is rare for three people to lie on it at the same time, especially since the little monkey is not in cub form.
When Bo Tingyuan walked around the end of the bed, he also moved to the middle.
The quilt was lifted, and Wen Cishu felt a slight chill on his body, followed by Bo Tingyuan's body moving closer to him.
Bo Tingyuan pulled the quilt to Wen Cishu's chest and placed his right hand on the quilt: "Yiming, let's start."
"Oh." Bo Yiming felt the pressure and suddenly had the illusion that he had to hand in his homework. He quickly opened the fairy tale book and began to read the story.
Wen Cishu also felt a lot of pressure, but unlike the little monkey, his hand was pulled over by Bo Tingyuan and placed in front of him.
His slightly curled fingers were pushed open and the two of them intertwined their fingers.
It should be normal for parents to hold hands in front of their children, right?
Wen Cishu thought so, but he couldn't help feeling nervous. He even felt that the quilt seemed to have suddenly become thicker, overly warm and hot.
Then, Bo Tingyuan rubbed his hand through the quilt with his other hand.
Wen Cishu seemed to feel his comfort. He calmed down a little and listened to his son reading the fairy tale about the unicorn rescuing his friends.
He was a little sleepy at first, but a small change occurred and he became awake.
Bo Yiming might have been very tired from playing on the show during the day. As he was reciting, his speech became slurred and his head nodded.
Wen Cishu broke free from Bo Tingyuan's hand and hugged the little monkey: "Yiming? Are you sleepy?"
"Well~ little dad~" Bo Yiming leaned on his father's arms, "The unicorn is so brave~"
"Yes." Wen Cishu patted his shoulder, "Our Yiming is also very brave."
He kissed his forehead again, and kept the goodnight kiss he promised.
Wen Cishu was just about to help the little monkey lie down, but he saw Bo Tingyuan lift the quilt.
He turned his head and asked with a puzzled look.
Bo Tingyuan walked to the other side of the bed, adjusted his frameless glasses, wrapped his son in a blanket and picked him up, saying softly, "I'll take Yiming back to his room."
Wen Cishu's eyes widened slightly, full of surprise.
Bo Yiming had no idea what was going on and thought he was just a gentle little father. He moved in his arms and slept soundly and peacefully.
Wen Cishu just watched him walk out of the room with his son in his arms.
He came back to his senses and lay back on the pillow. His mind was slightly wandering and his arm unconsciously and slowly stroked the place where Bo Tingyuan had just been lying. The warmth was still there.
When Bo Tingyuan returned to the room, Wen Cishu raised his eyes as if he had suddenly woken up.
When the quilt was pulled aside and Bo Tingyuan got into bed, he realized that there was only one quilt tonight.
Wen Cishu pretended to be calm as he lay down, and asked calmly, "Did you listen carefully to Yiming's story?"
"No."
The overly indifferent tone made Wen Cishu look sideways, with surprise flashing in his eyes.
I didn't listen carefully to what my son said, but he is still so self-righteous?
The fleeting thought was immediately replaced by physical contact.
He felt Bo Tingyuan's strong long legs against his legs. In fact, it was the same when the little monkey was there just now.
Strangely, this moment seemed different.
Wen Cishu waited for him to pull up the quilt, turned his head to look at him, and asked calmly: "Do you still want to listen to my story?"
Bo Tingyuan held his hand in front of him and looked into his almond-shaped eyes: [Are you willing to tell me? 】
Perhaps it is because the mother tongue is more emotional than the second language, perhaps it is because French itself is romantic and special, or perhaps it is because Bo Tingyuan's voice is particularly magnetic and sexy at night, so that Wen Cishu seems to be trapped in a gentle vortex at this moment, feeling dizzy.
Under Bo Tingyuan's focused gaze, Wen Cishu was briefly speechless and pursed his lips slightly dryly.
His gaze dropped down, consciously or unconsciously staying on Bo Tingyuan's thin lips for half a second, and then continued to slide to his Adam's apple.
Wen Cishu had no way of knowing how explicit and straightforward his look was at that moment.
In an instant, he seemed to notice that Bo Tingyuan frowned, and an elusive look flashed in his eyes.
He quickly looked away, his mind in a mess and he had no idea what to do. "I..." What were they talking about just now?
The person next to him moved, and Wen Cishu's hands clenched faster than his brain.
——Isn’t he going back to his room?
The next second, the lights in the whole house dimmed.
The only thing left in the room was the soft moonlight outside the gauze curtains.
Wen Cishu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had no intention of leaving.
However, when Bo Tingyuan lay down, his hand was slowly pulled up, slid across his muscular chest, and finally rested on his neck.
When his fingertips touched his slightly rolling Adam's apple, Wen Cishu held his breath for an instant, and his whole body felt hot as if it was on fire.
But he did not withdraw his hand. He was led by Bo Tingyuan and could not help but caress it gently.
In the silent night, Wen Cishu heard his gradually getting heavier breathing, felt the rise and fall of his Adam's apple, and his own breathing also became heavy and rapid.
It was unknown how long it had been before Wen Cishu suddenly woke up, his ears burning. He hastily withdrew his hand, but he was grabbed by the wrist at lightning speed and his hand was placed on his thin lips.
Wen Cishu's heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly woke up, thinking that he must have gone crazy, and explained hastily: "Just now, just now..."
When Bo Tingyuan opened his lips, he pressed against his soft palm almost as if kissing it: [That was a beautiful story just now. 】
Wen Cishu placed his fingers on his thin lips, his mind vaguely and dizzily thinking, what story? It was clearly an uncontrollable chaotic accident.
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