Chapter 4
The production team of the program "Zizi is Superman".
The small team responsible for selecting amateur parent-child groups has been working hard for half a month but has not been able to find guests that would satisfy the producers.
The filming of the program is about to start, and everyone has a worried look on their face.
Who would have thought that a group of amateur parents and children would be more difficult to deal with than other celebrity guests?
At the group meeting, someone suggested going directly to major social software platforms to contact parent-child accounts with relatively small fan base and no experience in appearing on camera.
The producer explicitly refused and insisted on finding eye-catching parent-child guests.
The staff couldn't help but complain in person: "These days, people who can 'dazzle the eyes' are all shining brightly on various platforms, so how could we have waited until today? ”
At this time, the assistant sitting at the end of the table raised his hand: "Look at the group, there are new sign-ups."
In the working group group, two photos of parents and children popped up.
A mixed-race little boy and a long-haired beauty with a very oriental classical charm.
The two faces are somewhat similar, but the beauty has more delicate features, thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and is as delicate as a finely painted painting.
Such a simple frontal photo gives people a sense of calmness and composure.
The conference room erupted in laughter.
“Oh, this AI synthesis technology is pretty good.
"Yeah, how many classical beauties and mixed-race children did this eat?"
The assistant said, "The information shows that this is a father and son. The one with long hair is the child's father."
"Ah?" Someone was puzzled and continued to study the information, only to find that it was indeed true.
Then, heated discussions broke out one after another about the father and son’s amazing looks.
“Isn’t this photoshopped?”
"Impossible. Nowadays, ID photos have to be photoshopped. I don't believe it anyway."
"They look like brother and sister, don't they? Whose father looks like this?"
As they were arguing, the assistant noticed that the producer was staring at the photo in silence.
"Boss?"
The producer was a little excited: "Go and check the situation of this father and son. If there is no problem, decide on them. Quick!"
"Okay!" The assistant quickly contacted the people who had registered.
One person said, "When the pilot film is shot, I want to go and see it. Did you drink dew and spring water every day to grow up to be so ethereal?"
"She doesn't even have any internet accounts, and she's not a celebrity. If she does appear on the show, wouldn't we have found a treasure?"
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In the morning, in the garden of the Bo family mansion.
Wen Cishu, wearing a white training suit, is practicing Tai Chi under the guidance of a master.
Aunt Zhong and Bo Yiming also followed suit.
Although Wen Cishu practiced the most basic twenty-four moves and his movements were not quite right, the master kept nodding his head.
——When Mr. Wen stood here, he actually looked a bit like an immortal.
Bo Yiming was particularly sensible and well-behaved today. He got up early to eat breakfast and exercise with his young father.
When Albert showed up, Wen Cishu was bending over, holding a hot towel in his hand, wiping the sweat off Bo Yiming's forehead, with an extremely gentle look on his face.
He waited by the side.
After the Tai Chi master left, he said, "Mr. Wen, the program team has confirmed that you and the young master will be invited to participate in the program. Now they need to confirm the time to shoot the pilot film for the program promotion. They are short on time and hope to finalize it immediately."
"Really? That's great." Bo Yiming happily put his arms around the little father.
Wen Cishu rubbed his hair and seemed very happy.
Bo Yiming couldn't stay idle for a moment, so he let go of his little father and jumped up again: "Then let's shoot today."
Albert smiled. The young master had a completely different style from his two fathers and was unusually lively.
"That's not so fast. Young Master, you can think about what daily scenes to shoot first."
Wen Cishu said, "Then you should choose your clothes too."
"Great!" Bo Yiming has a bunch of handsome clothes he wants to wear for the camera. He ran out of the garden in a flash.
Wen Cishu took the hot towel handed to him by the aunt and wiped his hands slowly.
Her fingers were as white as jade, and the joints were pink, probably because she had just exercised.
Albert felt inferior when he was alone with Mr. Wen, as if he had become extremely rough.
"Mr. Wen, the production team said there will be another payment."
"Really?" Wen Cishu said with a smile as he walked out, "Then this is my first time making money."
Albert was a little surprised when he heard this.
Then, looking at his thin and tall figure, he immediately understood.
——Given Mr. Wen’s physical condition, his parents would not let him go out; after marriage, Mr. Bo would not let him work.
Afterwards, Albert talked about the general arrangements and said that he would be Wen Cishu's assistant and be responsible for connecting with the program team.
Wen Cishu has no objection to this.
Although he didn't fully understand Bo Tingyuan, he knew that he was cautious and thoughtful in his dealings with others and would arrange everything properly. There was no need to be suspicious or interfere.
When Albert left, he thought to himself that Mr. Wen was very different from before. Even his personality had changed from being sickly and gloomy to being gentle and cheerful.
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night.
Bo Tingyuan returned home from the company. He took off his black suit and handed it to Uncle Xu, while taking a white hot towel to wipe his hands.
"How are you today sir?"
Uncle Xu reported Mr. Wen's condition truthfully, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Mr. Wen had a good appetite at noon and drank half a bowl of soup."
Ever since Mr. Wen got better, the whole family has been very happy.
Not to mention half a bowl of soup, Uncle Xu wanted to count whether Mr. Wen had eaten two more grains of rice.
Bo Tingyuan glanced at the huge empty living room and asked, "Is the person in the room?"
Uncle Xu: "Sir took a shower after dinner and went to help the young master choose clothes."
"You're still choosing clothes so late?"
Bo Tingyuan turned his head and looked towards his son's bedroom with his dark green eyes behind the lenses.
The hot towel wet the skin between his fingers, and his brows wrinkled almost imperceptibly.
He put down the towel and walked towards the stairs: "I'll go take a look."
Uncle Xu saw him leave and asked, "Master, you're not having a midnight snack today?"
"No more."
Normally, if Bo Tingyuan came home late, he would drink a bowl of soup or eat some snacks, so the kitchen was always prepared.
Uncle Xu watched the tall and straight figure walking up the stairs and wondered: Was the young master unhappy again?
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Bo Yiming's cloakroom.
Wen Cishu leaned back in the sofa, holding a soft pillow in his arms, and watched his son change his clothes and walk out like a model.
A man who is only 1.5 meters tall wants to pretend to be a male model. If he wasn't so handsome, he would just be a monkey posing and flirting.
"Little daddy, what do you say about taking a photo of me riding a horse?"
“How about rock climbing?”
"Is skiing good? Yes, but you can only go to indoor ski resorts now."
A new idea every three minutes.
When the little guy jumped to his side, Wen Cishu rubbed his spiky short hair.
"Take your time to decide on a location. Daddy has no objection. But Daddy can neither go skiing with you nor go rock climbing or horse riding with you. I can only watch you from the side. You won't be sad, will you?"
Bo Yiming bent his knees, leaned against his little father's arms, rubbed his soft velvet pajamas and shook his head: "Of course not."
Wen Cishu touched the small swirl on the top of his head and said, "When we get paid, Daddy will give you a gift, okay? What do you want?"
Bo Yiming already knew that his young father had never made any money, so this was a very memorable reward. "Then I'll have to think about it."
Wen Cishu sighed: "Dad, think about it carefully. You have to give a gift to my parents and brother."
Bo Yiming asked, "Don't grandma and grandpa know that we are going to participate in the show?" He saw the little father nodding with a smile, and asked with an exaggerated expression, "Will they be surprised then?"
"I think so." Wen Cishu hugged his son and smiled happily. After yawning, he continued, "I hope they won't be too surprised."
There was also a playful part in his nature, which seemed to be aroused.
At some point, he also hopes that he can become a good friend with his son and slowly guide his thoughts to avoid detours in the future.
"What are you talking about?"
Bo Tingyuan's extremely oppressive voice was heard, and the father and son on the sofa looked over at the same time.
Bo Yiming was half-kneeling on the carpet, leaning his head against the little daddy's arms, and said happily: "Big daddy, little daddy is thinking about giving gifts with the program remuneration."
Wen Cishu also looked up and looked at him.
Another black shirt and black trousers, paired with a black tie with gray stripes.
His shirt was buttoned tightly to the collar, and he looked like a man made of dark clouds, gloomy and depressed.
The green eyes behind the lenses are as mysterious as a dark forest under the dark clouds at night.
Bo Tingyuan restrainedly glanced at the person leaning against the wall, then his eyes fell on his son's face, and he asked patiently, "Who is the gift for?"
Wen Cishu didn't notice his gaze. She just lowered her eyes, sat up, and pushed her scattered long hair behind her.
It's just unnecessary to take that one look and be sentimental.
Bo Yiming stood up and said, "My little dad said he would give it to me, my grandparents, and my uncle."
Bo Tingyuan looked at the person who was putting on his slippers with his head down, and slowly asked back, "Really?"
Wen Cishu put on his slippers and stood up: "Then you guys talk, I'll go back to my room to rest."
He tugged at the collar of his nightgown, only to see a dark shadow approaching him, bending down and picking him up without a word.
Wen Cishu's body shook, and he habitually put one hand on his right shoulder, subconsciously looking into his deep green eyes.
But Bo Tingyuan was talking to his son: "Yiming, Albert will send someone to deliver your clothes tomorrow. You can pick a few more then."
"Okay." Bo Yiming was worried about not having a suitable match.
Although it was just a pilot film, he was determined to make a shocking appearance.
Wen Cishu lowered his head and thought, oh, it turns out that he remembers the good things he did for his son.
But he was still a little weak, and felt extremely sleepy at his regular sleeping time. He couldn't help but yawning softly.
Seeing this, Bo Tingyuan gave another instruction and then carried the person out of the room.
The corridor was extremely quiet. Although the carpet was thick, the slight sound of footsteps could still be heard.
Perhaps it was because Bo Tingyuan's arms and embrace were so warm and steady that Wen Cishu didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He even felt drowsy while walking in a rhythmic manner.
When he went to bed, Wen Cishu's eyes were a little wet because he yawned, and a cluster of eyelashes were sticking to his skin wetly.
Bo Tingyuan tidied the quilt, supported himself on the head of the bed with one hand, and quietly looked at his face which was flushed with sleepiness.
Wen Cishu seemed to see his lips move as his eyelids drooped.
He was half asleep, but he forced himself to stay conscious, humming and asking vaguely, "What?"
Bo Tingyuan watched him fall into a deep sleep.
The delicate face, which is as big as a palm, has an unexpectedly charming charm when it is asleep.
He raised his hand, and his thumb gently slid along his eyelids to the end of his eyes, slowly rolling over his eyelashes that were wet with warm tears, and slowly spoke in a low voice, "Don't I have a gift? 】
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