Chapter 34
The next morning, Wen Cishu felt movement beside the bed. He opened his sleepy eyes, but he was not fully awake yet. He uttered a soft, murmured "Hmm?"
Bo Tingyuan brushed away the hair tangled around his forehead: "Were you woken up by me?"
Wen Cishu subconsciously rubbed his fingertips, half-closed his eyes, and asked softly, "Are you going to the company?"
This level of intimacy simply stunned Bo Tingyuan, who mistakenly thought he was having a rare sweet dream.
However, he quickly sobered up and noticed Wen Cishu's forced sleepiness, "Yeah."
Wen Cishu narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck.
Bo Tingyuan held his narrow and delicate wrist.
When the palm of my hand touched it, it felt like touching natural warm jade.
He turned around to get the ointment: "I'll apply it on you."
"Oh." Wen Cishu was too lazy to get up, so he lay on his side, raised one arm to press down on the pillow, and leaned his face against it.
The multiple layers of curtains were not completely drawn last night, and in the faint morning light, Wen Cishu's slender and perfect swan neck was half exposed, and his protruding and round spine looked like a pearl hidden in a velvet box.
When he turned sideways and half-lay down, the thin and soft pajamas rose and fell with the curve of his body, forming a clear arc at his waist.
Wen Cishu was half asleep and half awake when he felt the back collar of his pajamas being pulled down. What touched his skin was not the ball of ointment, but the warm pads of his fingers.
The gentle movement of applying the ointment and the cool feeling on his skin after applying the ointment made him feel really comfortable, and he couldn't help but let out a soft and slight "hmm~"
Bo Tingyuan paused and asked, "Feeling better today?"
The hoarse voice when he woke up in the morning was like a warm breeze blowing into Wen Cishu's ears.
He rubbed his cheek against his arm and said "hmm" in a dazed and lazy manner.
This was not the time he usually woke up, so he fell asleep again after responding.
Bo Tingyuan held him and lay flat on his back, cupping his cheek with his thumb, sliding it across his plump and tender lower lip, his voice low and gentle.
"Let Yiming accompany you tonight."
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An hour later, in another suite of the mansion.
Bo Yiming opened his eyes drowsily and was about to get close to his little father, but he found that he was the only one on the bed.
The clever little brain immediately figured out the reason and sat up straight.
“Aa ...
angry!
Bo Yiming jumped off the bed, rushed to the desk, took out his diary, and quickly wrote a sentence with a pen.
[Big Daddy took me back to my room while I was sleeping! Depriving me and my little dad of warm parent-child time! 】
In a hurry, he wrote in French.
The few crooked lines of words are so powerful that they can be seen through the paper.
To express his inner indignation, he filled this sentence with countless exclamation marks above and below.
There was my aunt's voice outside the door.
"Young Master? What's going on?"
Bo Yiming angrily opened the door and took a deep breath.
Auntie was surprised: "Young Master?"
Bo Yiming calmed his heaving chest: "Auntie, this has nothing to do with you. I'm going to find my big daddy!"
After saying that, he ran on the carpet towards the little father's room.
The aunt seemed to see three fires burning behind him.
She pushed the door open and entered the suite with concern, and then checked the situation to make sure nothing had fallen.
Bo Yiming ran to the second floor and saw Uncle Xu. He stopped immediately and said, "Grandpa Xu, where is my eldest father?"
Uncle Xu saw that his pajamas were all worn crookedly, so he reached out and straightened them up: "Going to the company."
Bo Yiming was so angry that he said, "Then I'll go find my little dad."
He ran to the bedroom and pounced, flapping his long thin legs like a seal's tail fin. "Little Daddy, Big Daddy took me away yesterday without my permission! How mean!"
Wen Cishu had just woken up and was still savoring the warmth of Bo Tingyuan's embrace when he was suddenly pounced upon by the little monkey.
"Ahem, baby, you seem to have pressed on daddy's arm."
"ah?"
Bo Yiming was frightened and quickly knelt on the quilt, his face full of worry, and gently stroked the little father's arm with his palm.
"Does it hurt here? I'll ask Grandpa Xu to call a doctor."
"without."
Wen Cishu pulled him and rubbed his little face. It was obvious from his appearance that he had not washed.
He gently combed his messy hair with his fingers and explained softly, "Your eldest father is always alone and lonely. We haven't been home for two days, so he talked to me last night. But he didn't want to wake up our lovely little son, so he sent you to rest first."
"Really?"
Bo Yiming held his little father's arm, his amber eyes clear and innocent.
"Little dad, next time you want to talk, just tell me, okay?"
He pressed his face against his father's chest through the quilt, trying to act cute, "As your lovely little son, Mingming baby is very well behaved~"
"Dad knows."
Wen Cishu patted his back and said, "Okay, go wash up."
Bo Yiming did not leave immediately. He was still afraid that he had just crushed the little father's arm, so he jumped off the bed and supported him.
Wen Cishu thought of the things about the program crew.
"Baby, Daddy has a small task for you."
Bo Yiming looked up: "Hmm?"
"Wait until your dad gets off work, and then go ask him if he'd like to participate in a show with us, okay?"
Wen Cishu explained the planning of the program team.
Bo Yiming was puzzled: "Didn't Little Daddy tell Big Daddy last night?"
last night?
Wen Cishu felt guilty and couldn't think of the right words for a while.
Bo Yiming's eyes suddenly flashed with cunning, and he automatically replied: "Little Dad, I know. I'll tell you tonight."
Wen Cishu nodded and stopped him outside the bathroom: "Go wash up."
"Oh!" Bo Yiming quickly formed a small plan in his mind, turned around and ran, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
——Great, he now has the bargaining chip to “negotiate” with Big Daddy!
Wen Cishu saw him jumping around and couldn't help wondering: Why is he suddenly so excited?
He thought the little monkey was still brooding over what happened last night.
Just as he was about to close the door, Bo Yiming jumped back in.
Wen Cishu quickly took the initiative to ask: "Is there anything else you want to say to Dad?"
Bo Yiming was in a good mood: "Little Daddy, is the back of your neck still itchy?"
"Your big daddy already wiped it for me before he left."
Wen Cishu ruffled his hair and said, "Thank you, baby, for remembering."
"Oh~~~" Bo Yiming jumped away again.
In his heart, he silently added back the points that were deducted to his grandfather.
After returning to the room, he wrote this incident in his diary.
great!
The Dragon Knight Daddy is protecting the Princess and the Pea Daddy with all his heart every day~
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After the show ended last week, all the potatoes planted by the father and son sprouted successfully.
Uncle Xu also chose a suitable location.
After Wen Cishu mastered Tai Chi, he helped Bo Yiming transplant potatoes into the field.
Bo Yiming covered the soil himself and asked, "Little dad, will there really be small potatoes growing next year?"
"That should be possible."
Wen Cishu didn't know much about potato cultivation, "You'd have to ask Grandma Zhong."
Bo Yiming turned and winked at Aunt Zhong.
Aunt Zhong packed up her tools and said, "Don't worry, there will definitely be some."
If that doesn't work, she will then take Old Xu with her and secretly bury a few strings to ensure that they are buried perfectly.
Wen Cishu lowered his brows, also pondering.
——If they don’t grow any, just bury a few secretly.
He sent the photo of potatoes he had just taken to Bo Tingyuan.
[Yiming planted these potatoes, saying they can be used for cooking at home]
As soon as the message was clicked, a new message popped up in the dialog box almost simultaneously.
Bo Tingyuan: [Rest at home more today]
Wen Cishu looked at the phone screen and a soft smile appeared on his face.
After being married for ten years, they can be considered to have a little bit of tacit understanding?
"Little dad, what are you laughing at?" Bo Yiming tiptoed over to look at his phone.
Wen Cishu flicked the button, frowned, and said to him, "I just remembered that you have a photo of me dancing with your great father in your phone. When will you send it to me?"
"Hmm~~~" Bo Yiming jumped away, "Little Dad, can you promise me one thing?"
Wen Cishu noticed the reply on his phone and nodded quickly to his son: "Tell me about it."
Bo Yiming muttered: "No, you have to agree first."
Wen Cishu thought, are you still negotiating terms with me? "Okay, I promise."
"Yeah!" Bo Yiming happily spun in circles, followed his little daddy to the mansion, and jumped around behind him. "Xingxing's mom said she could take us to the crew to play, can little daddy go with me too?"
He came up to the little dad, blocked his way, and blinked, "Little dad has already agreed."
Wen Cishu thought it was something that happened at night, but he didn't expect it to be this.
He scratched his son's nose and said, "Got it. When are we going?"
"It's OK this week." Bo Yiming immediately fiddled with his watch and forwarded the photo. "Little dad, I'll send it to you. I'll go call my brother Xingxing."
He turned and ran away.
Wen Cishu reminded: "Wash your hands first."
The little monkey turned nimbly and ran into the bathroom next to the living room on the first floor.
Wen Cishu smiled and shook his head, then washed his hands before opening his phone.
Bo Tingyuan: [The company is a bit busy, I will be back late today. You and Yiming should go to bed early. 】
Wen Cishu knew that this was the norm for his busy daily life and didn't think much about it.
But when I thought about the warmth of his chest when I woke up, I felt a little regretful.
[Okay then. I wanted to look at the photos Yiming took with you.]
Bo Tingyuan: [What photo? 】
Wen Cishu smiled and sat down on the soft sofa: [It’s the photo of us dancing on your father’s birthday. 】
Bo Tingyuan: [Hmm]
"Um"?
Wen Cishu stared at the Chinese character with his almond-shaped eyes and slid his fingertips up the screen, trying to swipe to see new messages.
Don't you have any interest at all?
Or are you very busy? Are you in a meeting?
Three minutes later, he was so angry that he threw the phone away.
Aunt Zhong just happened to come over and urged him to wash his hair.
Wen Cishu leaned lazily, not really wanting to move.
Aunt Zhong said, "Doctor Lin has told me many times not to wash your hair after 3pm, otherwise the cold will get to your head and you'll have a headache and dark circles under your eyes when you look back."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away, don't say anything more."
Wen Cishu went to wash his hair while she was mumbling. As soon as he lay down, he straightened up and asked, "Auntie Zhong, where is my cell phone?"
Aunt Zhong said, "Is there something important? I'll get it for you."
Wen Cishu lay back down again, feeling bored: "Forget it."
If someone gives me a "hmm", how can I respond?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and he gritted his teeth.
Is this how couples chat?
Just end the conversation?
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