Chapter 42
At around eight o'clock in the morning, many people were already waiting in the comment section of the official Weibo and short video official account of "Zi Zi Xiang Qian Qiang" to take pictures of the last group of guests at home with their children.
By nine o'clock, the program released preview photos and multiple behind-the-scenes videos on various platforms.
The parent-child photos of Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming, following the contrast between the cute babies and the beautiful and handsome parents of other groups of guests, show a rare dignity and elegance, like a group of commemorative photos of a wealthy family.
In one of the photos, Wen Cishu's long black hair fell on his shoulders. He was leaning lazily on a black soft leather sofa, reading with his eyes lowered.
His expression was gentle, but his eyes were distant and indifferent. From his smooth hair, the pearl chain under the collar of his white shirt, to his fingertips turning the pages of a book, everything about him exuded an extremely refined and noble aura that kept people at a distance.
[This group of mommy completely stepped on my XP, high intelligence and cold white moonlight! ! 】
[They don't look like father and son at all, more like a handsome older brother and a cool mixed-race younger brother, the heir of a mysterious wealthy family]
[My own study room?] Is this really not a collector-level exhibition hall? [split]】
[It is simply the most majestic part of the Chinese and Western style layout. It has too much sense of power. I dare not speak loudly once I enter.]
[So the third episode of live broadcast at home is here? ? ? 】
[It was mentioned in the behind-the-scenes video that this is the study room of the side house, not the main house, and the live broadcast will be in the main house (super looking forward to it!]
[Ahhhh, why do we have to wait another day!] 】
By afternoon.
The program team’s various accounts will send out new messages, inviting viewers to ask questions to each family, which will be answered by the guests in the new episode.
Netizens' questions were varied, ranging from work, life, parent-child relationships, to husband-wife relationships, etc., simply bringing out the gossip spirit to the fullest.
[I will supervise the program team. If you don't accept the audience's opinions and instead raise new questions, I will use a small hammer to hit the producer's head every night. Hehehehe...]
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The Bo family mansion.
Wen Cishu was repeatedly looking at the photos released by the program team.
Among the pictures sent by the program team yesterday, there were several that were pretty much the same.
He couldn't see any difference at all and was incapable of making a choice, so he simply let Bo Tingyuan make the decision for him.
But after Bo Tingyuan made his selection, he became curious again, why these ones?
Wen Cishu stared at the photo, looking at it over and over again, pinched a big, plump, round blueberry with his fingers and brought it to his lips and bit it.
In an instant, the sweet and slightly sour juice splashed between his lips and teeth, and he sucked it hard with the tip of his tongue.
While thinking, he unconsciously turned his head to look at the screen, his eyes fixed on the exquisite Chinese screen.
Not long after, Aunt Zhong came in.
At this time, Wen Cishu was standing in front of the screen, walking back and forth with his eyes lowered, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Second Young Master?"
Wen Cishu slowly came back to his senses and explained himself, "I... came here to admire these screens. It's been several years, and I haven't really looked at the carvings on them. They are really delicate and beautiful."
Aunt Zhong said "Oh" and made an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Then shall I go get a magnifying glass?"
The mansion houses a wide variety of treasures, and naturally there are also magnifying glasses specifically for appreciating the details of jewelry and artworks.
Both Chinese and Western styles are used, and all are antique level.
Wen Cishu smiled awkwardly: "No need, just take a look."
He walked back to the sofa, wondering without thinking, why did he end up here? Where are the wandering souls!
Aunt Zhong just noticed the plate of blueberries on the coffee table, which looked half eaten.
When Wen Cishu reached out to wipe it, she suddenly pulled her hand away.
"Huh?" Wen Cishu blinked in confusion.
Aunt Zhong hid the plate: "Old Xu is the same. I told him many times that blueberries are cold in nature and told him not to take so many at once."
Wen Cishu quickly clarified for Uncle Xu who took the blame: "I went to the kitchen to get it myself."
Aunt Zhong slapped her lips lightly, indicating that she had wronged Uncle Xu.
"That's your fault."
"Give me another one."
Wen Cishu asked Aunt Zhong childishly, "Just one."
Aunt Zhong turned around and walked away without any hesitation, taking quick steps, just like the people on the stage walking like ghosts.
Wen Cishu burst out laughing.
He glanced at the screen with a layer of gorgeous light in the light, and was particularly curious about Bo Tingyuan's room.
——Oh no, it’s the dragon rider’s lair.
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After dinner, Wen Cishu took the restless little kid for a walk in the garden to help digest the food.
He said earnestly: "Yiming, Dad has a small task for you."
Bo Yiming asked in a silly way: "Huh? Does Little Daddy also want me to coax Big Daddy to sleep and tell him the story of unicorns?"
“…Of course not!”
Wen Cishu hugged him and asked, "Have you ever been to Big Daddy's room?"
Bo Yiming looked puzzled, and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "I have been there before."
Warm dictionary:! ! !
Because his expression was too straightforward, Bo Yiming could see it clearly and asked in confusion: "Has Little Dad never been to Big Dad's bedroom?"
Wen Cishu was embarrassed, but responded quickly: "How is that possible? We are only separated by a screen and sliding door. Isn't it easy to get through?"
Bo Yiming reached into his father's coat pocket and pulled out a mint candy, then opened it and put it in his mouth.
Wen Cishu lowered his head: "When was it released?"
How come he didn't know there was still candy in his pocket?
"Hey, I don't have any pockets!"
Bo Yiming tiptoed affectionately, put his hand to the little father's mouth, then took out a piece and ate it himself.
"Little Daddy, why are you asking me this? What task do you want to give me? Are you asking me to go to Big Daddy's room and put something to scare him?"
As he said this, he had already formed a picture in his mind.
A mysterious box was placed in Big Daddy's quilt, and when he lifted the quilt - wow!
"Hehe~" Bo Yiming laughed to himself, and it seemed quite interesting.
But his little butt might very likely encounter the little milk pot again, and the gloating smile on his face came to an abrupt end.
"Of course not."
Wen Cishu originally thought that the little monkey was like him and had never been in there before, so he let him be the vanguard to test the situation.
But the situation now has become very awkward, neither going up nor down.
He took a deep breath while holding the mint candy in his mouth, and tried to find a suitable excuse to get back at you: "I haven't seen you go in there, just asking casually."
Bo Yiming: "Oh, I see. I always go in through the door of Grandfather's study."
【often】
The voice in Wen Cishu's brain strongly emphasized these two words.
In other words, he was the only one who hadn't been there?
angry!
“I was there a few days ago.”
Bo Yiming suddenly remembered something. "Grandfather was standing by the bed, holding a book. When I went in, he stuffed a card into the bed and placed the book next to the pillow."
"Ah?" Wen Cishu didn't expect this to happen. "What book? What card?"
Of course Bo Yiming didn't know.
He took a cartoon gadget from his room and went to exchange it with his big dad for an antique ornament. After getting his consent, he ran back to his room.
Wen Cishu remembered that there were many little things placed by little monkeys in his bedroom recently.
He didn't point it out specifically, nor did he stop it. He naturally thought it was just his daily little game.
"Baby, but why didn't you take anything from my room? Didn't you want to exchange with me?"
A nine-year-old boy has his own logic.
He said confidently: "Little dad, give me half of the bed~"
Under the deep blue sky at dusk, Wen Cishu smiled softly, holding a mint candy in his mouth.
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Tomorrow is the third episode of the variety show. Similar to previous episodes, Bo Tingyuan will deal with weekend affairs in advance on Friday.
When he got home, he did the same thing as usual. He first asked about Uncle Xu's family situation, and then went upstairs to the room to take a look at Wen Cishu's book.
Wen Cishu had just taken a shower and was playing with the hibiscus stone incense burner that he had left behind two days ago in the living room.
Today I ordered the benzoin that helps calm the mind.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he supported his temples with the back of his hands and slowly turned his head to look.
He sat cross-legged with one long leg bent and slanted at the side.
The pajamas were slightly pulled up, revealing slender, white calves and feet, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, as delicate as porcelain.
When Wen Cishu saw him come in, he just looked at him without saying anything.
"Are you done?"
"Not yet, there is something else." Bo Tingyuan pushed his glasses and did not go in.
He knew deep down that it would be hard to withdraw if he got too close.
"I'm going to the study."
Wen Cishu blew a breath at the faint white smoke from the incense burner, and the smoke moved gracefully.
"You want me to accompany you?"
The smoke dispersed like clouds, blurring his handsome face, which miraculously gave rise to an alluring aura like a fairy, and his upturned phoenix eyes seemed to be captivating.
How can one resist?
Bo Tingyuan walked closer to him, raised his hand and stroked the faint smoke line that had returned to a straight line, disrupting it and breaking it up.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu still maintained his lazy look, and asked with a smile so soft that it seemed as if he was whispering, "You don't want me to accompany you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was almost picked up sideways.
The power that burst out from Bo Tingyuan's arms in an instant was simply beyond his expectations.
The chest he leaned against without protection felt excessively solid, as if the power hidden in the body suddenly exploded.
Just when Wen Cishu was confused, he was even weighed by Bo Tingyuan, and then held more firmly and tightly.
Bo Tingyuan held the soft, smoke-like person in his arms and entered the study. He asked him to sit on the sofa first, and then put the documents on the table on the coffee table.
The sofa was very wide. Wen Cishu bent his legs, hugged his long legs with his hands, put his cheek on his knees, and watched him walk quietly, but his eyes quietly looked towards another door - the door leading to his bedroom.
Wen Cishu looked up at Bo Tingyuan and was about to speak, but saw that he was taking off his suit and hanging it on the hanger with his back to him.
She wears the same black shirt and vest every day, but today she looks extra sexy.
Wen Cishu's eyes were like a ruler, quickly tracing his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart:
The same goes for tailors. Why do they make formal suits so precise?
What's the difference between wearing this and not wearing it?
When Bo Tingyuan turned around and walked over, Wen Cishu made a "biu" sound and stretched out a finger, pointing its fingertip towards the bedroom door.
"Is there any secret in your room?"
Bo Tingyuan walked forward calmly, put his hand on his hair and rubbed it: "Want to sleep in my room tonight?"
"ah?"
Wen Cishu was surprised and avoided his gentle palm.
"No, I just heard Yiming say that he was exchanging small ornaments in your room. I was a little curious about what he exchanged for you."
Bo Tingyuan looked at his face thoughtfully.
His eyes were so sharp that Wen Cishu felt that he seemed to have interpreted the truth from his wavering and evasive eyes.
He was about to say forget it, he wasn't that interested, but Bo Tingyuan sat down and took the documents, "You go and take a look, I'll be busy first."
"!"
Wen Cishu raised his eyebrows in surprise, jumped off the sofa, and floated over excitedly, "I'm going~"
The black hair was like splashed ink, flowing gracefully along the thin shoulders, and the ends of the hair trembled like dancing at the slender waist.
Bo Tingyuan opened the document in his hand, but his eyes were watching him jump lightly into his bedroom.
He naturally wanted to get up and follow, but he still forced himself to be patient and read the documents.
Almost every room in the mansion was dimly lit and not completely dark.
As soon as Wen Cishu entered, he found the switch and turned on the roof light.
The entire bedroom is decorated in deep and steady black and gold, and its layout and display are almost the same as Wen Cishu's.
Since he was using the little monkey as an excuse, he naturally couldn't forget it, so he looked carefully at the bookshelf and bedside table in the bedroom.
They are all cartoon ornaments similar to those in his room.
But in a very serious and stable environment, it seems a little cute and lively.
"Where are the books and cards?"
When the little monkey told him, Wen Cishu had a vague guess in his mind, so he came not only to "explore the nest" but also to verify it.
There were no books on the bedside table.
Wen Cishu approached quietly, unable to hide his excitement.
--Um? Why was he tiptoeing?
Didn't he ask for permission from the owner of the room before entering?
And, he is also the owner of this mansion, right? !
He childishly stepped firmly on the soles of his feet, walked closer to the big bed, and immediately saw a familiar collection of poems on the other side of the pillow.
Wen Cishu excitedly walked around the end of the bed to get the collection of poems.
He had completely forgotten about it after the last show ended, and he didn't expect that Bo Tingyuan would take it back to him.
Why is this person always like this?
Wen Cishu smiled faintly and opened the card that was obviously stuck between the pages of the book - it was the one he wrote when he asked Aunt Zhong to send dessert.
So, Bo Tingyuan didn't even throw away the card~
Wen Cishu pretended not to see it and quickly put it back.
He walked out of the room.
Bo Tingyuan was leaning on the sofa, looking at him from afar.
I just tried to read the file, but it didn't make any sense.
"Did you see what you wanted to see?"
Wen Cishu was stunned. Was he guilty, or was he really hiding something from his words?
"Hmm~"
He walked to the sofa and was pulled over by Bo Tingyuan.
He simply lay on his side, resting his head on his knees, and blinked his eyes: "Our Yiming is really cute."
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at his soft lips quietly, his Adam's apple moving.
"Yeah, it's cute."
here we go again!
Wen Cishu turned his head silently, raised his hand and tapped his knee, muttering softly: "Hurry up and work, do you want me to stay up all night with you?"
Bo Tingyuan gathered up his long hair that had slipped down, pulled the blanket from the sofa and draped it over his curvy body, then pressed him down to lie flat.
As soon as Wen Cishu opened his eyes, he could see his chin and Adam's apple.
A gentleman should not look at anything that is not appropriate.
But the next second, he was angry.
——Bo Tingyuan dared to kiss me in the middle of the night! He just wanted to see what happened?
Just as he opened his eyes wide, a voice called out from the other side of the room: "Little Daddy? Where are you? Big Daddy?"
Bo Tingyuan pulled the blanket over Wen Cishu's face and hugged him.
Wen Cishu cooperated and closed his eyes.
Bo Yiming came in and found the two fathers leaning against each other.
"Hmm? Little daddy?"
Bo Tingyuan reminded him with his eyes: "Shh."
Bo Yiming was holding a stuffed toy in his arms, with his mouth wide open, making the sound of "oh".
He slowly walked to the sofa, wanting to see the little daddy under the blanket.
When Wen Cishu heard Bo Tingyuan, who was usually very calm and mature, teasing the child, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
So childish!
Then, he didn't hear the little monkey's voice and went out obediently?
The next second, the sole of my foot touched something furry.
"Ahaha!" Wen Cishu twisted his body on the sofa while laughing. Fortunately, Bo Tingyuan held him tightly and he did not fall down.
"What is that?!"
"It's furry~"
Bo Yiming succeeded, hugged his stuffed pig tightly, and ran away laughing.
Wen Cishu was about to get up, but Bo Tingyuan held him down on his legs and glared at him, "It's all your fault." He deliberately said, "I'm going back to my room."
Bo Tingyuan lowered his head and rubbed his nose against his.
The green eyes were like overwhelming blue waves, rushing towards Wen Cishu, causing him to pause for a moment and even forgetting to blink.
His dry lips moved slightly.
Bo Tingyuan: "Stay with me for a while."
After saying that, he raised his face and waited for his response.
Wen Ci Shu: What is this? A feint?
He was about to speak in annoyance, but his hand was pulled up and placed on his Adam's apple.
Ah, this...
"Oh." Wen Cishu agreed reluctantly.
As Bo Tingyuan picked up the document and continued to look through it, Wen Cishu curiously scratched the roundest part of his Adam's apple.
The Adam's apple rolled slightly like a living thing.
His fingertips felt hot for no apparent reason.
Wen Cishu decided to say something to ease his unilateral weird state, and his tongue tip quickly licked his dry lower lip.
"What exactly does the program team have planned for tomorrow?"
"Will you stay here after the show the day after tomorrow?"
Two voices sounded at the same time.
Wen Cishu blinked and looked at the man who was slowly flipping through the documents.
How could he concentrate on his work while carelessly throwing bombs into his own mind?
"Um?"
Bo Tingyuan moved his gaze from the document to his face, and saw that his cheeks were flushed. When he raised his hand to touch him, he was gently slapped away by him.
Wen Cishu stepped hard on the inside of the sofa armrest with his delicate feet, and pulled up the blanket to his head:
This guy - he he he he is inviting me to sleep in his bed?
Ahhhhhhhhh!
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