Chapter 41
study.
Several staff members of the program team suddenly felt as if they were facing a great enemy and their backs were sweating.
The reason is simple: there is a silent boss sitting behind them.
Bo Tingyuan's Chinese-French mixed-race face was like a sculpture, with a coldness in his majesty, and the extreme oppressive feeling brought by his tall stature filled the large study room.
Everyone on the set seemed overly cautious, and the program crew was afraid that he would suddenly speak up and offer some "instructions."
Wen Cishu originally thought that it was no big deal to just watch him and his son being filmed.
As a result, he was also affected by Bo Tingyuan's aura, and his performance was a little unnatural during the filming.
Especially when he found that Bo Tingyuan's gaze seemed to fall on his thigh, or rather, the place where his shirt was tucked under his suit pants, he wanted to cover it with something in public.
At this moment, apart from the shirt clip that was tightly gripping the soft flesh on her thigh, there seemed to still be lingering heat from Bo Tingyuan's tightly covered palm.
Only Bo Yiming was the most natural and was not influenced by his big dad at all.
When the Isotherm Dictionary realized that the assistant of the program team seemed to be sweating with nervousness, he raised his hand as if grabbing a life raft and said, "Wait a moment."
The photographer straightened up with his camera in hand and looked at him in surprise.
Wen Cishu stood up and walked towards Bo Tingyuan.
Everyone turned their heads to look over, including Bo Yiming who was sitting on the sofa.
Every pair of eyes saw Bo Tingyuan leaning forward and whispering to him, "What's wrong?"
Wen Cishu raised his eyebrows and hinted at him: "How about you go and do your work first?"
People from the program crew: Thank God, the Bodhisattva has come!
Later they realized that Mingzai's big father, who seemed extremely difficult to approach, was actually so gentle in front of his little father. The contrast was perfect.
Have a pair of good-looking and good-tempered parents at the same time?
Everyone looked at the handsome young boy in gorgeous clothes, and their eyes were filled with envy.
Bo Yiming:?
what happened?
What's going on?
Wen Cishu walked Bo Tingyuan out the door and explained in a mumble: "It's not that I don't let you see it, but if you are here, everyone will feel a little uncomfortable. You noticed it, right?"
Bo Tingyuan looked into his dark eyes and asked, "Did I make you uncomfortable?"
Wen Cishu: "..."
Is this where intelligence and talent are used?
He poked the back of Bo Tingyuan's hand with his fingertips and did not answer directly, "Go and do your thing."
Bo Tingyuan held his hand in return.
Wen Cishu saw that he was looking at him but didn't say anything. For some reason, he remembered his lonely figure as he walked towards the screen.
He moved a little closer, stretched out his arms to hug him, and coaxed him gently: "Don't be sad, I'll let you see the photos when they're done, okay?"
His back was pressed tightly, and the shallow hug became dense and warm.
In my ears, Bo Tingyuan solemnly reminded me: "I'll be the first to see it."
Wen Cishu smiled secretly: "Okay~"
After saying that, he quickly let go, turned around and walked inside with brisk steps.
Seeing Bo Yiming waiting obediently, Wen Cishu nodded thoughtfully:
No wonder the little monkey likes to fight over trivial things. It seems that he inherited this habit from Bo Tingyuan, rather than inheriting the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation - Kong Rong giving up his pears.
The subsequent filming went relatively smoothly, and the people in the program crew even spoke more freely, and even dared to touch the huge blueberries brought by the housekeeper.
Before leaving, everyone was pleasantly surprised to receive a fruit gift box from the housekeeper of the mansion, which was full of expensive fruits that were rare in the market.
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That night.
Wen Cishu sat on the sofa after dinner to digest his food.
After the door opened, Bo Yiming suddenly ran in stealthily: "Little daddy!"
Wen Cishu was afraid of being pressed down by him, so he leaned towards the armrest: "What's wrong?"
Bo Yiming turned his head to look at the door and told his little father what he heard.
It turned out that when he came from the room just now, he heard Uncle Albert answering the phone in the corridor to coordinate the schedule with the program crew.
He thought the conversation was mainly about him and his young father, but he unexpectedly heard the name "Mr. Bo" and quietly hid and eavesdropped.
"Little Daddy, you know, Big Daddy was going to make his debut tomorrow. He didn't even tell me."
Bo Yiming puffed up his cheeks in anger, and then looked at his little father aggrievedly, "Did your little father also receive the notice a long time ago, and I'm the only one who didn't know?"
"How could that be?" Wen Cishu hugged the cute little monkey and stuffed the round Chinese pillow into his arms.
"I don't know anything about this. Shall we ask Big Daddy later?"
Bo Yiming recalled that Little Daddy had specifically told him that Big Daddy would only appear in the fourth episode. He decided to trust his little dad.
However, Wen Cishu held his wrist and made him knock his hand on the pillow: "Baby, don't eavesdrop on other people's phone calls in the future, okay?"
"……oh."
Bo Yiming stuck out his tongue. How could his little dad notice such details? He must be paying close attention to every word he said.
He leaned happily on his little father's shoulder.
Wen Cishu didn't expect that the child was not only so well-behaved but also so sweetly stayed close to him.
——He’s only nine years old, but he’s already so unpredictable. What’s going to happen in the future? Sad people.
At this moment, a new message popped up on the screen of the mobile phone on the coffee table.
Bo Yiming reached out to take it: "Little Dad, did the program team send us the photos?"
Wen Cishu remembered what he had promised Bo Tingyuan, and immediately pulled over: "It certainly won't be that soon. Well, it's getting late, baby, go take a shower."
As they were talking, the door opened again and Bo Tingyuan came in carrying a plate of fruit.
"Big Daddy!" Bo Yiming forgot about his phone and held out his hand. "Come here quickly! Little Daddy and I have important questions to ask you."
Wen Cishu quietly leaned over and clicked on the message.
These were indeed the photos sent by the program team, who hoped that he would give some opinions and specify the photos to be posted on Weibo.
He didn't even look at them carefully and forwarded all eight pictures to Bo Tingyuan's WeChat.
Bo Tingyuan put down the fruit plate, glanced at the person who was fiddling with his phone, sat on the sofa, and picked him up.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu raised his eyes and found himself on his lap.
He stared blankly at the little monkey.
Bo Yiming didn't feel anything was wrong at all. He just winked at the little daddy frantically, hinting him to ask questions about the program crew.
Wen Cishu: Boy, have you learned to use me?
He blinked back.
In front of Bo Tingyuan, the father and son performed an "eye skill" vividly.
Bo Tingyuan's palm naturally rested on Wen Cishu's leg - the place where he wore the shirt clip in the afternoon - and rubbed it lightly.
Wen Cishu immediately stopped his attack.
——Both the big and the small ones bully him, right? !
As if giving up on himself, he leaned his head on Bo Tingyuan's broad shoulders, raised his toes, and kicked the little monkey: "Ask quickly!"
"oh."
Bo Yiming honestly repeated what happened when he eavesdropped on the phone call.
After he finished speaking, when his eyes met the deep eyes of his big father, he hugged the pillow tightly with his arms, put his chin on it, and took the initiative to admit his mistake, "Little father has already told me that I will not eavesdrop on adults' phone calls anymore."
Bo Tingyuan didn't say anything else, just said: "Well, there are arrangements for the third period."
"What arrangements?"
Both voices looked at him with surprise and anticipation.
Bo Tingyuan looked at the two similar cute faces and said, "The program team requires confidentiality."
"ah?"
A chorus of disappointment.
Bo Yiming muttered: "Big Daddy? Can't you even tell us? We are your closest relatives!"
Wen Cishu imitated his son's voice: "We are your closest relatives."
Bo Yiming heard it and turned his head to look at his little father: ==
Bo Tingyuan rubbed the back of his son's neck and said, "It's late. Your little daddy needs to wash up. Go back to your room and take a shower."
"call!"
Seeing that his grandfather had no intention of saying anything, Bo Yiming could only put on his slippers reluctantly and ran out making loud noises on purpose.
Then he poked his head out again and said, "How about the big dad only tell the little dad?"
Later, he can ask his little dad.
Bo Tingyuan looked at his naughty little son and asked in a normal tone: "Will you sleep in your own room tonight?"
"Ah~~~~~~~" Bo Yiming slid and flew towards the stairs.
Wen Cishu frowned: "Did you sign a confidentiality agreement with the program team?"
"No." Bo Tingyuan saw him subconsciously pinching the small buttons of his shirt and did not say anything to stop him.
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything more, Wen Cishu snorted, "I sent you the photos as soon as possible, but you didn't tell me about tomorrow's schedule?"
Bo Tingyuan covered his face with one hand, and brushed his thumb across the corner of his lips, along the jawline to his earlobe: "Really?"
His unusually relaxed tone actually sounded a bit casual, but his overly focused eyes made Wen Cishu suddenly perk up.
——It was that gaze again, as if ready to kiss him at any moment.
Wen Cishu suddenly felt anxious, as if a breath of hot air was blown on his nerve endings. He stopped moving his hands on his black shirt and looked at him steadily. He was swept into the dark green vortex in his eyes and suddenly forgot what he was saying just now.
Half a minute later, Bo Tingyuan picked up his phone: "Let me see the photos."
Wen Cishu reached out and used his fingerprint to unlock the door, and as soon as he entered, he saw the dialog box that he had not had time to close.
Bo Tingyuan scrolled to the top, opened the picture and clicked the original picture, asking, "You haven't shown it to Yiming?"
Wen Cishu: Why do you keep confirming this so childishly? !
"No."
He leaned against him and looked at the photos together. He noticed that he actually enlarged his own photo in front of him, and even moved it a little bit, from his face to his body to his legs...
And this photo is so damn high definition that you can actually capture the traces of the shirt clips wrapped around the suit pants.
Wen Cishu's nerve endings were now directly ignited with a wanton wildfire. He raised his hand to grab the phone: "You can use your own phone. I'm going to take a shower."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan didn't say anything, he just picked him up and walked towards the bathroom.
Wen Cishu recalled the look in Bo Tingyuan's eyes just now, or rather, after he awakened, every time Bo Tingyuan looked at him, there was clearly the desire of an adult in his gaze.
So, Bo Tingyuan was set up so that she could only kiss him in the middle of the night when he was asleep?
Wen Cishu glanced at his thin lips, and thought anxiously in his heart: What would happen if we kissed during the day?
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