Chapter 50
In the afternoon, the question-and-answer session of Mingzai’s family in “Zizai is Superman” became a hot topic at a speed that even the program crew could not have predicted.
#Realistic wealthy marriage#
#The most reincarnated child Mingzai#
Netizens thought it was a marketing term related to an idol drama, but when they clicked in, they saw a heated discussion among people from all walks of life.
[This variety show must be fake. There is no way such a happy family can exist in reality (I don’t believe it, I really don’t believe it)
[Looks, height, money, life with everything you want is actually very boring, woooo, it’s true woooo]
[What kind of blind date is this between great-grandfather and grandfather?] Why didn’t my late grandfather save such a good game for me? 】
[Grandpa said: Hen~]
The audiences flocking to the show from various platforms pushed the live broadcast viewership to a peak.
The new audience was very disappointed that they could not participate in asking questions.
[Should the program team organize a live interview session so we can ask questions in real time?]
[Wow, when the screen is full of "wife", mommy will probably be so shy that her face will turn red (mommy is really innocent, everything she is thinking will be shown on her face)]
[+1, I really want to bully my beautiful wife (bushi)]
Not only the audience, but also Zhu Wei, Chu Han, Zhou Xu and others were all watching the live broadcast of Mingzai's family of three.
Zhu Wei, who proposed the "staggered questioning" time, covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, while worrying that she would encounter some strange questions in a while.
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Bo Yiming's bedroom.
When Wen Cishu was about to stand up, he found out that the questions had not been finished yet.
"so much?"
"Huh? Didn't you just ask two?"
Bo Yiming asked, "Little Dad, do you want to go to the bathroom?"
"……Um."
Wen Cishu still insisted on getting up. He had to wash his face, or simply get some fresh air.
He looked at Bo Tingyuan and whispered quickly, "Then ask Yiming first."
Because he sat too cramped, his calves were pressed down and his legs felt numb the moment he stood up.
He let out a light cry and was held firmly by a strong arm.
"Be careful." Bo Tingyuan held him tightly.
Because Wen Cishu was positioned high in the camera, his face was not captured.
The audience only saw him leaning forward and sitting on Mingzai's father's arm, with his black hair swaying gently.
[This is a show of affection, right?] I'm so jealous that I'm dying.
[Mommy is so fragile that it touches my heart~~~ Daddy hugs her so quickly~ It’s like an idol drama moment]
[Wow, I can actually see the muscle lines under the black shirt so clearly, hehehe]
Bo Tingyuan held Wen Cishu with one hand, and quickly took down the camera with the other hand, and handed them to his son along with the third question card.
He urged, "Yiming, I'll help your little dad go. You answer the third question first."
"Oh~"
Bo Yiming raised the camera, pointed it at his face, and laughed, "Now it's my turn to be alone~"
He opened the card and aimed it at the camera.
【? Mingzai, you can’t do this! Let us take a look at your big dad and little dad. 】
Question 3: "Yiming, what shortcomings do you think the fathers have? What do you hope they can correct?"
Bo Yiming raised his head and glanced at the figure outside the tent. The big daddy was picking up the little daddy again.
He smiled before he spoke.
[Hey, what did you see? Ahhhhhh I'm so anxious]
[Remind yourself for the ten thousandth time, this is a parent-child variety show, Mingzi, you answer, ee is ready]
Bo Yiming hugged the stuffed doll that his little father had been holding and answered the question seriously: "My big father's shortcoming is that he is too tall. But he probably can't change this, so I can only wait until I grow taller to be on equal footing with him!"
The four words "on an equal footing" emphasize the tone.
He pinched the doll's cheek: "My little daddy's words--"
He was about to say "no flaws", but was suddenly inspired by the previous sentence and continued with a smile, "Little Daddy is too thin. I hope he can be a little fatter and healthier."
[The eldest dad is too tall and the youngest dad is too thin. Are these also considered shortcomings? If you want to praise both dads for being perfect, just say so! 】
[Aiya, Ming cub has two dads with him today, he is so cute and well behaved~ Hug him and give him a rub]
What are you doing, dads? ah? Woohoo, I'm so anxious.]
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restroom.
Wen Cishu washed his face with warm water.
Transparent water droplets meandered down his handsome face, and when his eyes saw the silent person in the mirror, his wet eyelashes trembled.
He placed his long hands on the sink, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the mirror, and asked softly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
When Bo Tingyuan carried him in just now, he had already turned off the microphone that recorded the sound.
As he spoke, a drop of water fell from his chin like a pearl, reflecting the light of the setting sun in the air.
The water drop was like a strange signal. Before it fell into the pool, Wen Cishu was hugged by Bo Tingyuan and turned half a circle.
With a very slight "click" sound, Wen Cishu leaned against his strong chest.
He remembered his premonition just now, and pushed him hard, saying softly: "Yiming is still waiting for us."
Bo Tingyuan placed his palm on the side of his face and rubbed his extremely soft lower lip with his thumb lightly: [Is the first impression so bad? 】
The other person looked up, lowered his eyes as if looking down upon someone, his gaze was indifferent and his tone was flat, making him sound particularly angry.
Wen Cishu didn't pay attention to these, but his brain instinctively popped out an exclamation mark:
! ! French! !
According to his observations after awakening, every time Bo Tingyuan spoke French, it basically meant that the sentence was very important, so important that it needed to be expressed in his native language in order to be expressed most accurately.
Wen Cishu's eyelids dropped slightly, and when he lowered his gaze he could even see his fingertips rubbing his lips with some intention.
As he took a breath, his lips moved slightly, but for some reason it seemed as if he wanted to kiss his fingers.
Bo Tingyuan felt the heat from his lips with his fingertips, and his other slender fingers gently swept across his snow-white, tender skin like sweeping the strings of a musical instrument.
He leaned closer, caught his wandering gaze, and asked in a low voice, "Hmm?"
Every time he got so close, Wen Cishu couldn't help holding his breath, and had to open his mouth and blurt out: "You...when you asked the question, why didn't you know to omit the title?"
——Even in private, Yiming is not allowed to call her “mommy”.
After saying this, he felt very righteous, and even straightened his back and glared at him deliberately.
Because of his waist-bending movement, Bo Tingyuan's palms were pressed more tightly against his narrow waist, and he could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin home shirt.
The bathroom in this bedroom faces west.
At this moment, the setting sun happened to shine on Bo Tingyuan's glasses, and there was a relatively obvious reflection.
Not only was Wen Cishu's glare not intimidating at all, it made his own eyes sore.
He deliberately lowered his tone: "Take off your glasses."
Bo Tingyuan slowly raised the end of one eyebrow, and ripples appeared in his dark green eyes.
Seeing that he had a mysterious and elusive look on his face again, Wen Cishu muttered, "Forget it if you don't want to pick it. I'll go and accompany Yiming."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand was held and lifted up, with his fingertips just touching the temples of his glasses.
Bo Tingyuan: "Help me pick it."
Wen Cishu complained in his heart, "Do you have to trouble me to take off my glasses?"
But when he really grasped the frame of the glasses, he didn't dare to look directly into the pair of green eyes that were so close to him, as if he was doing a very forbidden act.
Just when the glasses were lifted half an inch from the bridge of his nose and the pair of green eyes were about to be exposed, Wen Cishu's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes flashed quickly, and finally he had to take them off in one go.
Without the cover and modification of the cold lenses, Bo Tingyuan's Western bone structure as a first-generation mixed-race person is more prominent and intuitive.
Under the three-dimensional brow bones, the eye sockets are deep, the bridge of the nose is high and the nose bridge is straight.
The whole face has a strong and aggressive feeling in the bone structure, as if it was deliberately carved by a sculptor.
On the contrary, the green eyes have a soft halo, like a golden-green lake under the sunset.
Under the focused gaze of these eyes, Wen Cishu seemed like a leaf floating among the rippling water waves, unable to control himself but feeling extremely gentle.
His nerve endings were all numb. He had just taken off his glasses and was just looking directly into Bo Tingyuan's eyes, so why was his heartbeat so disrupted?
If Wen Cishu had felt that Bo Tingyuan's occasional gazes were like kissing him;
Well, at this moment, this situation has only deepened.
He lowered his head, trying to find a focus for his eyes, but Bo Tingyuan's thumb gently lifted his chin, forcing him to raise his face to meet Youlv's eyes again.
Without the obstruction of glasses, Bo Tingyuan used his eyes to describe the face in front of him, from the delicate eyebrows to the handsome nose to the pair of soft and tender lips. "Can you tell me now?"
Wen Cishu realized that this pair of glasses was not to prevent others from seeing through Bo Tingyuan, but to protect others from being "tortured" by Bo Tingyuan's eyes.
He pinched his glasses, pursed his lips, and asked blankly, "What did you say?"
A smile appeared in Bo Tingyuan's eyes: [First impression]
Still French.
Wen Cishu wondered in a daze, does he really care that much?
Yiming, why don’t you come and save your little daddy? !
Wen Cishu moved his waist slightly, trying to escape from his iron-like chest and arms, hoping there would be a chance of success.
However, Bo Tingyuan's arms were like pythons. Every time the person in his arms moved, they would wrap tighter around him, making his arms feel like a cage.
Wen Cishu simply made up his mind, raised his face, put his glasses on his nose, and said in French like a machine gun: [handsome, charming, sexy]
After saying that, she suppressed the inexplicable shame for speaking her mind, deliberately narrowed her eyes to look directly into his eyes, and joked unscrupulously: [Do you like my answer? Dear Mr. Bo? 】
He finished speaking in one breath, with the corners of his mouth raised deliberately yet to be retracted, but he did not expect that an extremely charming face suddenly approached.
Behind the lenses, his pupils were slightly dilated, clearly showing this face that was both sexy and aggressive.
As the distance got closer, the two anxious gazes stared at each other.
Half a second later, Wen Cishu's lips touched his.
In an instant, he almost thought that the earth had lost its gravity, and his body had floated up to the clouds, spinning wildly as the vortex of the universe began to spin.
Bo Tingyuan looked tenderly through his glasses at the person whom he had always regarded as a treasure.
Do you like my kiss? Dear Mr. Wen]
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