Chapter 37
On Weibo.
There are all kinds of voices under the photos of Wen Cishu and He Jing.
[Wow, where did this beautiful fairy come from?
[Ahhhh, screaming! Are you a new employee in Xiaojing's company?] 】
[He is not an artist, but an amateur young dad from "Zi Zi is Superman". He is so handsome! 】
[You two actually have some intersection?] What happened? Is the beauty going to act? 】
[He Jing dared to post a photo with a beautiful woman, and he didn't even photoshop his own face. How can he be so frank]
[Based on He Jing's outfit, he is probably from the crew of the movie "Flame". Last week it was announced that the new female supporting actor was Chu Han. I guess Mommy went to visit Teacher Chu on the set? 】
While netizens were gossiping, Chu Han posted photos of Bo Yiming and Wen Cishu on the set on his Weibo.
Bo Yiming, wearing the costume from the crew, stood outside the bank door, smiling at the camera with a broad smile on his face.
[I thought this was a beautiful lady acting!] I didn’t expect it to be Mingzai. It turns out that children with slicked-back hair can be so handsome? 】
[Our Mingzai is originally a handsome mixed-race boy, but when he stands with his little dad, his good looks are suppressed]
In one of the photos, Wen Cishu is sitting in an outdoor chair where the crew was resting on the set, with his legs leisurely crossed, his eyes slightly raised, and the white hat in his hand raised as a greeting gesture.
The beige and light brown tones all over his body are matched with light brown leather shoes. His sitting posture is casual and comfortable, with a faint smile between his eyebrows, revealing a lazy and unrestrained feeling that is otherworldly.
[So the whole body of clothing looks like this, He Jing didn’t even have a hat in the photo]
[Mommy’s plasticity is amazing! When he wears ancient costumes, he looks like a noble young man in ancient times, and when he wears modern clothes, he has the elegance and grace of the golden age.
[I can't imagine how extravagant it would be if my wife wore large furs and extravagant gold and silver jewelry (Shouting to the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, can he hire someone?]
A fan directly posted a photoshopped picture, changing the original photo into black and white, and adding the magazine's English logo. It immediately became a high-end cover photo, which instantly received tens of thousands of likes.
The person in the photo has a distant gaze and a peaceful expression, which really gives off a fairy-like feeling.
[If this were my mommy, I would make money to buy her clothes and jewelry so that she can wear them for me every day]
[Mingzai: No need to worry, my dad will try his best (*￣︶￣)]
[For the ten thousandth time I envy Mingzai’s dad!] 】
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Bo Yiming originally thought he was just here to play on the set, but when he left, he received a small red envelope for a guest appearance, similar to the red paper bag used for New Year's money.
He was so happy that he handed the baby to his little father with both hands.
Wen Cishu asked, "Why don't you keep it for yourself? This is the first time you've made money on the set."
Bo Yiming nodded as a matter of course: "So it should be given to little daddy!"
Wen Cishu smiled and helped him accept it first, and then put it away at home for collection as an interesting souvenir.
Chu Han booked a restaurant and invited the father and son to dinner.
But when the group walked out of the car door, Xingxing awkwardly discussed with Chu Han: "Mom, how about I take my brother's car?"
Bo Yiming heard it and looked up at his aunt: "Sure."
Considering that it was an independent seat, Wen Cishu took the initiative to say, "Then Sister Han and I will ride in the same car? Do you want to have a private conversation?"
Xingxing lowered her head, showing embarrassment for the first time.
Chu Han said: "Xingxing, you still have to sit in the safety seat. It's not convenient to sit in your brother and uncle's car."
"Ah?" Bo Yiming looked at his brother in surprise.
Xingxing curled his lips and said: He just doesn't want to sit in the child safety seat in front of his brother!
In the end, my mother still sent me to the car. After I got in, I was depressed and silent.
Wen Cishu couldn't help laughing when he saw the stars look so cute for the first time.
Chu Han rubbed his son: "Xingxing, dear, when you are over 1.45 meters tall, mommy will remove the safety seat, okay? Look, brother Yiming and uncle, they don't laugh at you."
Bo Yiming quickly grabbed his hand: "Xingxing, it's safer this way. My brother also sat like this when he was seven years old."
Xingxing glanced at her brother: "Really?"
"Um!"
Bo Yiming nodded vigorously, like an older brother, "Xingxing is growing fast. We just need to eat more."
Anyway, that's what his family told him, and he believed it without a doubt.
Xingxing nodded vigorously and tried to eat for a while.
Chu Han sat in a row with Wen Cishu and said softly, "Yiming is really sensible."
Wen Cishu looked at the little monkey's silhouette, thinking that he had basically played no role in educating the child over the years.
I'm afraid that most of the little monkey's understanding comes from his other father.
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A Cantonese restaurant in a small western-style house.
While eating, Wen Cishu received a photo of dinner from Bo Tingyuan.
It was a business set meal, packed in a simple plastic box, as if it was ordered casually from a nearby hotel restaurant.
Wen Cishu quickly put down his chopsticks and typed: [Eat at the company? How can it be so simple to eat? 】
Bo Tingyuan: [Time is short, just eat something casually]
Wen Cishu: [How about asking your family to send it to the company in the future? 】
Bo Tingyuan: [Hmm]
When will you be home? 】
Wen Cishu compared his photo with the delicious food in front of him and didn't have the heart to send him a photo.
[Everyone was talking and eating at the same time, so it was slow. We probably got home in an hour and a half.]
Bo Tingyuan: [Does the food suit your taste? 】
Wen Cishu typed: [The taste is good, and the environment is great too. Shall we come together next time? 】
Bo Tingyuan: [OK]
[Shall I pick you and Yiming up?] 】
Wen Cishu: [No, you work first]
Bo Tingyuan: [Yes, see you at home]
Amid the lively conversation between the two children and Chu Han, Wen Cishu clicked on the photo again and looked at it carefully.
He thought to himself: Could it be that Bo Tingyuan has been eating these in the company all these years?
You have to go back and explain this to Uncle Xu.
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Home.
Wen Cishu handed the hat to his aunt, took the hot and wet towel to wipe his hands, and seeing Uncle Xu coming, he mentioned Bo Tingyuan's dinner.
Uncle Xu was also very surprised: "Young Master actually eats simple meals from a restaurant outside? This..."
Wen Cishu said: "He may be afraid of trouble."
But it doesn't make sense that the whole family can't just take care of themselves while Bo Tingyuan has his meals casually.
He continued, "When he gets home, I'll tell him that he should have his family prepare and send it in advance in the future."
"I think so too. I'll tell Albert later." Uncle Xu frowned. "This Albert is the same. He has been with the young master every day for many years. How come he can't even arrange dinner?"
company.
Albert had just stepped into the office from the elevator when he sneezed.
His assistant Xiao He took out a tissue and handed it to him: "Is it getting colder outside?"
Albert shrugged. "No."
He looked at the door of Mr. Bo's office in the distance and saw that it was open, so there must be someone there.
Xiao He lowered his voice and said, "Let me ask you something. Do you know why Mr. Bo suddenly asked me to order a regular set meal from a nearby restaurant today?"
Albert went out to work in the evening and was not usually responsible for ordering food, so he was confused.
But as a professional boss assistant, he would never gossip about his boss with anyone, even his subordinates.
He just said in a profound way: "Since President Bo has instructed you to do so, just follow his instructions."
Xiao He was full of confusion, but could only say "Oh".
In fact, Albert also found it abnormal.
However, Mr. Bo has been behaving abnormally a lot recently.
For example, yesterday, I was supposed to work overtime in the afternoon, but I ended up changing my schedule and going back early.
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Bo family.
When Bo Yiming was walking down from the second floor, he happened to see the tall figure.
"Big Daddy! Are you home?"
He jumped down the stairs in two steps, took the dark blue suit from the big dad's arms, and handed it to the aunt: "Big dad, you have worked hard~"
When Uncle Xu saw this, he really thought he was seeing things.
Young master is so sensible today? Changed the core?
"Be good." Bo Tingyuan rubbed his hair, "I haven't forgotten the arrangements for tomorrow."
"Hehe~" Bo Yiming was seen through by his grandpa at a glance, "By the way, grandpa, I made some money on the crew today!" He was so eager to share that he began to describe the scenes of filming with great interest.
Bo Tingyuan glanced in the direction of the bedroom on the second floor and did not interrupt his son. Instead, he put his arm around his son's shoulder and sat on the nearest sofa. He listened patiently to his vivid description and responded at the appropriate time.
Uncle Xu saw this and immediately brought a glass of warm water.
Bo Tingyuan took a sip and waited for his son to finish speaking before asking slowly, "A lot of people on the set wanted to take photos with your little dad?"
"Hmm..." Bo Yiming recalled, "Hmm, a lot!"
Bo Tingyuan held the cup in his broad palm, slowly turning his long fingers around it, and asked in a gentle tone, "Are you having dinner with Xingxing?"
"yes."
Bo Yiming continued, "Little Dad and I, as well as Xingxing and his mother. His mother asked each of us to order three dishes so that everyone can eat their favorite dishes. This method is very good, I have remembered it."
Bo Tingyuan pushed up his glasses and listened to the innocent and childish words, a faint smile hidden in his dark green eyes. "Where's little daddy? Is he asleep already?"
"Oh!" Bo Yiming, who was sitting next to his grandfather with his legs bent, jumped up immediately when he heard this.
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and held his lively little son firmly.
"Don't worry."
Bo Yiming lowered his head to look for his slippers and muttered, "Little dad is taking a bath in the room. I suddenly want to eat some fruit."
He turned his head and said, "Grandpa Xu, quickly cut some of the fruit that my little dad likes to eat."
He raised his hand to gesture, "A small plate is enough."
After thinking for a while, he added, "Grandpa Xu, I want one too, hehe~"
Bo Tingyuan pressed his son's shoulder and stood up: "I'll take him there."
"Hmm?" Bo Yiming looked up.
Big Daddy is really too tall.
He still remembered that once when he was a child, in order to see his grandfather's eyes, he kept craning his neck, and as a result, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Bo Tingyuan said, "Yiming, let's go horseback riding tomorrow and have a good sleep tonight."
"But..." Bo Yiming was about to say that he would sleep very soundly if he stayed next to his little father. He blinked smartly, "Big Daddy, do you have anything else to say to Little Daddy today?"
Bo Tingyuan looked at the intelligent face that looked a bit like Wen Cishu and said, "Yeah."
"Okay, okay." Bo Yiming jumped up the stairs with a smile, "I'm just going to prepare my riding clothes."
He held onto the railing, turned around and said to Big Daddy, "This is a new set. Big Daddy must have never seen it before."
Bo Tingyuan nodded: "Okay, I'll take a look tomorrow."
When Bo Yiming returned to the room, Uncle Xu also came out with two servings of freshly cut fruits. "Where's the young master?" He paused, "Then I'll take him there."
Bo Tingyuan took the exquisite white round tray with one hand, picked up a dish and handed it to Uncle Xu: "Uncle Xu, take it to Yiming's room."
"Okay." Uncle Xu held the fruit plate and watched the young master stroll towards the elevator.
He wondered in confusion that, apart from being with his husband, the eldest young master's frequency of using the elevator alone has been increasing sharply recently.
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bathroom.
Wen Cishu rested his neck on a soft towel, and lay reclining in the milky white oval massage bathtub, with massaging water flowing under his back and legs.
He was looking at the night view outside the large French window, feeling very comfortable.
“Knock knock.”
"Come in." Wen Cishu thought it was a little monkey, and stretched out his hand outside the bathtub without looking back, and said in a cute and childish tone, "Dear little unicorn friend, I finally picked some delicious fruits and went home~"
When Bo Tingyuan stepped in, he was greeted by the hot flashes and fragrant aroma.
He looked at the person in the bathtub.
A pool of blue-purple bathing water, as bright as the Milky Way in the universe, seemed to hide an extremely charming snow-white mermaid in the rippling water.
The delicate shoulder and neck lines seem to have been carefully carved by medieval European masters who were good at carving the Virgin and Child, and are delicate and soft.
As Wen Cishu raised his hand, blue-purple drops of water dripped from his rosy fingertips, leaving a winding, blurry mark on his milky white skin.
Wen Cishu didn't hear the little monkey's lively movements. He turned his head sharply and saw the man standing not far away.
His pupils shrank, his hands naturally rested on the edge of the bathtub, pressed hard, and subconsciously sank into the water.
"Where's Yiming?"
"Let's go back to the room." Bo Tingyuan walked over step by step, placed the tray on the white marble table, then raised his chin slightly and raised his hand to unbutton the first button of his black shirt.
Wen Cishu raised his eyes and glanced at his back quietly, and when he turned around with the plate of fruit, he immediately looked away.
He stared at the rippling blue-purple water with his almond-shaped eyes, thanking the little monkey for choosing the bath ball for him, even though the scent was too strong.
"Uh..." Wen Cishu raised his eyes and wondered as he sat on the stool next to the bathtub, why did the little monkey push the stool over here just now? !
"By the way, I told Uncle Xu to have my family send you dinner from now on."
Although he hadn't been soaking for long, Wen Cishu's face was very red, and even the thin and tender skin areas such as his ears, finger joints, and knees were all red; the skin on other parts of his body was soft and white like milk jelly.
"Thanks."
Bo Tingyuan picked up a small piece of cut blueberry with a silver fruit tea fork and handed it to his pink lips.
Wen Cishu seemed to have suddenly lost the courage to raise his arms, so he folded them in front of him and obediently opened his lips to bite the blueberries that were fragrant, sweet and sour.
While chewing, he tried to make small talk: "We are friends, so there is no need to say thank you."
He raised his head quickly, and met his dark green eyes head-on. He stuttered, "...you said, right?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan continued to feed him blueberries calmly and asked slowly, "How long have you been soaking?"
Heart patients should not bathe in overheated water or take a bath for a long time.
Wen Cishu sipped on half a blueberry, feeling the coolness between his lips and teeth, and said vaguely, "Not long."
He shrugged, "Why don't you go get busy?"
The clavicle is pulled in, forming a deep socket with the straight shoulder.
"I'm done."
Wen Cishu: "..."
I always feel that his eyes can see through the blue-purple liquid and see everything.
From the chest to the waist, to the legs and knees, everything became stiff and cramped. Even the super sweet blueberries handed to me didn't taste so good anymore.
Bo Tingyuan: "Yiming told me about the filming on the set."
Wen Cishu blinked at the shimmering water and asked absentmindedly, "Really? What did he say?"
Bo Tingyuan followed his gaze and glanced at the blush on his chest. "The soak is too deep, sit up a little?"
Wen Cishu lowered his eyes, his wet eyelashes stuck together, and whispered, "I'm done."
His voice was particularly soft at this moment, like a piece of soft candy, which tasted sweet when chewed.
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan got up to get his bathrobe.
Wen Dictionary:? ? ?
His dry lips moved, he turned his head slightly, glanced at the two long legs wrapped in black suit pants and walked back to the bathtub.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Bo Tingyuan leaned over to the blushing person with a bathrobe in one hand.
Wen Cishu shook his head, "No."
He held onto the edge of the bathtub and slowly stood up.
With a splash, the jade-white mermaid stood up and stepped out of the blue and purple sea.
When being supported by Bo Tingyuan's hand, Wen Cishu felt that he might have been soaking in the water for too long. He felt dizzy and his whole body was burning.
This water is not for bathing, it's for boiling people, right? !
"Look at me."
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu suddenly heard these words and didn't react for a moment, but he still instinctively raised his eyes and found his gaze.
In an instant, Wen Cishu seemed to be captured.
In silence, they stared at each other.
Bo Tingyuan opened his bathrobe and wrapped it around his round shoulders. His expression and tone were extremely natural and calm as he said: "Don't be shy in front of me. 】
Under his gaze, Wen Cishu almost lost his balance and rested his hands on his waist, as if he was hugging him actively.
After Bo Tingyuan gathered his clothes, he picked up the belt and quickly tied a knot at his waist, then bent down and picked up the man who was burning all over.
Wen Cishu rested his chin on his shoulder, almost curled up in his arms, and whispered softly: "I still need to change into pajamas."
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his soft cheek and said, "Let's go to the cloakroom."
The two entered the cloakroom through the bathroom door.
Wen Cishu was held in his strong arms and felt him free one hand to take his pajamas.
He was afraid of falling, and the two long, white and tender legs instinctively clamped tightly around his waist.
Bo Tingyuan took out a mulberry silk nightgown and then carried the person in his arms to the sofa.
The lights were not on when I came in just now.
The orange floor lights in the cloakroom are always on.
Wen Cishu took off his bathrobe in the warm yellow dim light.
Bo Tingyuan put on his nightgown and smoothed away the wet hair that fell on the back of his neck.
When Wen Cishu went to get his belt, he grabbed it first and fastened it quickly, then he held her in his arms.
The large, powerful palm gently rubbed Wen Cishu's back, as if to comfort him.
He felt his palm resting on the left side of his back corresponding to his heart.
Wen Cishu couldn't help but recall that his heart beat too fast last time when he recited a poem, and Bo Tingyuan seemed to have done the same thing.
So... he was actually judging whether his heartbeat was excessive?
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