Chapter 40
“Bang—bang—”
On the court of the Bo family mansion, bright yellow tennis balls flew around, making powerful hitting sounds.
Bo Yiming was swinging the racket with all his might, his posture agile and full of energy.
When he saw the little father coming over in the cart, he couldn't help but shout stop and ran forward with the racket.
The coach who came to guide Bo Yiming today was a female coach, a retired player of world-class professional tennis tournaments. She waved to Wen Cishu.
Wen Cishu smiled back.
Bo Yiming lay on the metal railing of the white car.
The handsome face of the nine-year-old boy was filled with bright sunshine: "Little dad, have you had breakfast?"
Seeing that his forehead was covered with sweat, Wen Cishu took out a handkerchief and wiped it for him: "I have eaten. You didn't wake me up early, so I stayed in bed."
"Hehe~ Big Daddy said that when he went to work!"
After Bo Yiming wiped half of his face, he immediately turned the other half to make it easier for his young father to wipe it.
He imitated his big dad's tone, deliberately lowered his voice, and pouted his lips as he said, "Yiming, your little dad must be very tired after being out for too long yesterday. Let him sleep a little longer."
"That's not your big dad's voice."
Wen Cishu smiled, took back the handkerchief, turned it over, folded it, and handed it to Aunt Zhong.
"Oh, little daddy," Bo Yiming reminded, "The brothers and sisters from the program team will be here this afternoon, don't forget."
The third episode is a paid content shot at home. The official Weibo account of the program team has been taking promotional photos for each group of parent-child guests since Monday.
Today is my turn to film at the Bo family, and it is expected to be officially released at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.
Of course I didn't forget to read the dictionary, and since I was shooting at home, there was no need to travel far.
"Of course I didn't forget. Aunt Zhong has prepared the clothes."
The theme was discussed and determined by the program team and guests beforehand. It is different from the style in the live broadcast and adopts a minimalist formal style. This was mainly decided upon considering that the four kids rarely have the opportunity to wear formal clothes.
Wen Cishu had already seen the photos of the other three guests in the group. Xiaoqi, Rongrong, and Xingxing were wearing little suits, and they were all so cute, which was quite a contrast.
Although Bo Yiming occasionally wears formal clothes in his daily life, this is his first formal photo shoot, and Wen Cishu is looking forward to it.
Bo Yiming muttered, "I don't know how many sessions it was since Big Dad started playing with us."
“It seems to be the fourth issue.”
Wen Cishu glanced at the coach who was drinking water in the distance and urged, "Yiming, go play basketball quickly. Don't let the coach stand there waiting for you for so long."
"Oh!" Before Bo Yiming ran back, he stretched out his hand to poke the little daddy's cheek, then ran away with a giggle, "Oh~ I poked the little daddy~~"
The young man jumped happily and leaped high.
Wen Cishu smiled helplessly but gently, what a childish and cute little clown.
She doesn't look like a man in his thirties who is still engaged in secret kissing scenes.
He leaned on the railing of the car in a daze, his hair blown by the wind and lingering on his face.
——Does Bo Tingyuan think of himself when he is at work?
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afternoon.
The program team arrived at the Bo family mansion at the agreed time.
The last time we shot the pilot film, we arranged to do it directly at the racecourse. Today was the first time they actually came to the racecourse.
When the business car drove into the park in the city, we realized that the Bo family mansion was actually hidden deep in the green forest. It was a garden-style mansion with a very classical charm.
After entering the area where the mansion was located, no one could believe that this was actually a residential building.
From the outside, it looks like the former residence of a celebrity from the last century hidden in a quiet park.
The security of the entire mansion is very tight, and their car has to go through two rounds of inspections and transfers just to enter.
The car was led to the special visitor parking lot, and the staff saw the father and son, and Bo Yiming was waving.
Behind the father and son are Uncle Xu and Albert.
The photographer was flattered: "Is it waiting for us?"
An assistant opened the car window, smiled and waved, and when he jumped out of the car, he gave the gift he brought to the sunny and enthusiastic young boy: "Mingzi, this is something we made ourselves. I hope you and your little dad will like it."
"Thank you, sister!" Bo Yiming held the beautiful box in both hands, "What is it? Can I see it?"
The assistant smiled and said, "Of course."
Wen Cishu first invited them to sit in the living room of the side house.
When walking around the quiet and beautiful Chinese courtyard, everyone couldn't help but marvel at the fact that it was so much more valuable than the garden mansions worth billions touted on the Internet. It could be said to be in short supply.
When they arrived at the living room, the few people who entered for the first time were stunned by the luxurious, elegant, grand and noble style.
With extremely high ceilings, bright lighting, and tasteful Chinese and Western furnishings everywhere, it is hard to imagine that this is where you live every day.
The assistant thought to himself, every breath he took smells like burning money.
After asking, I found out that this was just a side house, not the main house, which made me even more shocked.
The four of them were eager to go, and they wanted to beg the father and son to take them around the main house to appreciate its charm.
Bo Yiming warmly asked everyone to sit down, and the aunts brought tea.
He couldn't wait to open the gift box and found that it was a collection of photo albums from the first and second episodes carefully prepared by the program team.
"Wow, little daddy, look, it's our photo."
Just flipping through a few pages, you will see interactive scenes and shooting angles that the father and son have never seen before.
"Do Xiaoqi, Rongrong, and Xingxing have them?"
Bo Yiming asked the assistant sister curiously.
"That's right." The assistant just picked up the cup filled with fragrant tea.
Wen Cishu confirmed the specific shooting scenes with the photographer. They had previously communicated on WeChat about the study room, living room, pond garden in the atrium, etc.
The staff took a look at the site and, considering that each family was wearing formal attire and the background was a purely Chinese-style courtyard, there might be a conflict in styles, so they finally decided on a study room that was a combination of Chinese and Western styles.
Everyone moved to the study to make arrangements.
Albert had two mobile clothes hangers pushed in, each with the father and son's formal suits hung on it.
"Our master and young master have already chosen, please make another decision."
The clothes are simply hung on the hangers that emit a metallic luster, and the sleeves and shoulder lines present extremely natural curves, as if they are all high-end styles tailor-made.
After discussing with the photographer, the final look of the father and son was determined.
As for the accessories, they are also provided by the family.
The people in the program crew have been dealing with various celebrities for a long time, but they never thought that the family background of Mingzai and his son was far beyond their known scope.
I can’t imagine how much discussion the show will cause among the audience once the preview photos are released.
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Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming went into their rooms to change clothes.
He rarely wears formal Western clothes.
First, they complain that there are too many buttons and it is troublesome; second, they complain that Western-style clothes are like a frame and people feel restrained when they wear them.
He sat on the dressing sofa in the cloakroom, put on a white shirt, and buttoned it up slowly.
Thinking about how Bo Tingyuan had to put on a shirt, a vest, and a suit layer by layer early every morning, he was quite patient.
If it were me, I would definitely be in a bad mood when I woke up.
Also neatly lined up are shirt clips, belts, and cufflinks.
He didn't even plan to use them, because they would hardly be noticeable with his suit on, but this pair of emerald green small round cufflinks were indeed delicate and charming.
In the leisurely sunshine, no matter how he looked at it, he was reminded of Bo Tingyuan's green eyes.
Wen Cishu decided to wear it.
As he was reaching for it, he heard a knock on the door, accompanied by a deep, pleasant voice.
"May I come inside?"
Bo Tingyuan?
Wen Cishu quickly walked forward and opened the door. The moment he saw him, his eyes uncontrollably slid across his thin lips, and then he forced himself to raise them and look into his indifferent eyes.
"Why did you go home?"
Bo Tingyuan was just the opposite of him. His expression changed slightly, from his brows to his lips. He noticed the two long and straight legs under the white shirt out of the corner of his eye.
He stepped into the room and closed the door: "Yiming has changed."
"So fast?" Wen Cishu had no choice but to go back and get his suit pants.
Bo Tingyuan looked at the shirt clip prepared beside him, walked forward and picked it up: "I'll help you."
When Wen Cishu discovered what he was holding, his lips moved but he did not refuse.
"oh."
Bo Tingyuan sat down on the velvet sofa in a relaxed manner, grasped his wrist and pulled him between his knees, then lifted his left leg with one hand and placed it on his own leg.
His movements were so generous and natural, and he did it just to make it easier to put on the shirt clip, without any other meaning.
But Wen Cishu suddenly became nervous and put one unstable hand on his right shoulder.
The silent kiss last night and the delicate caress during the brief touch reappeared in Wen Cishu's mind, and his fingers subconsciously pinched Bo Tingyuan's suit.
He now has no recollection of how he fell asleep next to Bo Tingyuan.
Bo Tingyuan undid the buttons of his shirt neatly, but was slow in moving around his smooth and slender thighs.
His warm fingertips, the back of his hands, his joints, and even his fingertips all brushed against the silky white skin.
In the pale golden sunlight that poured into the room, Wen Cishu closed his eyes, forgetting that he had to take pictures in a while, and his breathing became a little heavier.
Clearly, he had put on a bathrobe and nightgown for him in the bathroom that day, so why couldn't he face this level of touching calmly now?
Is it my own problem?
Just as Wen Cishu was about to speak, there was a very subtle "click" sound, and the metal snaps of the shirt clip closed.
The pure black elastic band of leather tightly wraps around the thighs, and the skin squeezed out at the edge is as smooth and tender as butter.
A hint of obscurity flashed across Bo Tingyuan's green eyes hidden behind the cold lenses.
His Adam's apple slid quickly and uncontrollably, and the shackles of the shirt became so obvious and oppressive at this moment.
Seeing that he just lowered his eyes and did not move, Wen Cishu asked, "What's wrong?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt Bo Tingyuan's fingers covering her skin and inserting into the elastic band, and her thigh seemed to be completely grasped by his broad palm.
His body swayed and moved closer to his arms.
Bo Tingyuan's other arm wrapped tightly around his back, pressed him into his arms, slowly raised his head, and looked into his wandering, panicked, yet charming eyes.
“Is it too tight?”
Her voice was low and sexy beyond description.
Wen Cishu was pressed by him, and his other hand was placed on his broad shoulder. As their eyes met, she felt the warmth of his palm that was tightly pressed on her leg.
His chest rose and fell slightly, but not enough to disturb his heartbeat. “Just right.”
The moment he opened his mouth, he realized that his throat was very dry and he wanted to drink a large glass of ice water immediately.
"Really?" Bo Tingyuan looked at him, sliding his fingers along the elastic band from the front to the side of his leg, not missing the slight movement of him biting his lips.
"Tuk-tuk"
"Sir, the production crew asked, how about starting the first set of filming in ten minutes?"
Wen Cishu's ears were buzzing as he was staring at him. Just as he was trying his best to think clearly and answer, he heard Bo Tingyuan speak before him.
Bo Tingyuan: "Let them take pictures of the young master first, and then you can go over in fifteen minutes."
The person outside the door replied: "Okay, Master."
"I..." Wen Cishu pursed his lips and tried to step back against the hand on his lower back, but he moved back a little and was pushed back again.
He placed his hands on his shoulders and glared at him: "Don't delay our work~"
The voice was so light, so soft, and so tender, as tender as newly opened petals, just like being coquettish.
"Don't move." Bo Tingyuan pulled his hand away from his leg and went to get another shirt clip.
Wen Cishu retracted his long legs that were resting on his legs and stood firmly on the ground.
This time, Bo Tingyuan did not move to support him. He raised his eyes and looked at him: "The other side."
Wen Cishu avoided his sight, turned his face away, and raised his right leg to lean forward.
I really want to take off Bo Tingyuan's glasses and see what is hidden in his pair of green and deep eyes.
After buttoning up the shirt, Bo Tingyuan adjusted the height and angle, buttoned up all the hems of the shirt to make it smooth overall.
When Wen Cishu was about to put on his trousers, he held his waist and sat on his lap.
Bo Tingyuan took the trousers and helped him put them on.
The cool and heavy fabric slid up the calves quickly, just like a wet snake, wrapping around the ankles, tightening the long legs, and finally gathering at the narrow waist.
Wen Cishu thought of the person waiting outside the door and pushed him hard: "I can do it myself."
He stood there almost in a panic, and deliberately walked to the dressing mirror to adjust his clothes.
Who knew that, deep in the mirror, he saw a handsome and mature man leaning back on the sofa, staring at himself intently - from his back to his face, and then to his eyes.
The moment the two eyes met, Wen Cishu felt as if a fire was ignited and his whole body was burning hot.
He would rather Bo Tingyuan paid attention to his body than have him stare into his eyes like this, as if trying to drown and swallow him.
While quickly putting on the vest and suit, Wen Cishu wanted to open his dry lips several times and ask him directly - why did you kiss me yesterday? How many times have you kissed before? Besides kissing, is there...is there anything else?
But as soon as his eyes met Bo Tingyuan, his shouting voice immediately disappeared, leaving only one sentence: "I'm going to take a photo with Yiming, do you want to come and see?" If you say you are going to work -
Bo Tingyuan admired his rare Western-style suit and thought of his wedding many years ago, when he was as noble, handsome and elegant as a prince.
God briefly took away his lover, but now she is back in front of him again.
Under Wen Cishu's nervous and expectant eyes, Bo Tingyuan, who was sitting on the sofa, stretched out his hand.
He raised his hand in a trance and handed it to his palm.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and kissed his fingers: [I’m very happy with it. 】
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