Chapter 52
While Bo Yiming was having a barbecue dinner with the two fathers, Zhu Wei was answering questions from the audience.
When answering the question of song copyright that fans are most concerned about, she said to the camera sincerely without reservation: "I met a noble person in my life. I didn't expect that the other party would help me, and the other party didn't need any return from me..."
She pursed her lips and swallowed down the rising tide of emotion.
Although two weeks have passed, Zhu Wei still gets excited every time she mentions this matter.
This was a major life event that completely changed her destiny, and it was hard for her not to be moved.
Zhu Wei looked at her husband who asked the question.
With her husband's encouraging and comforting eyes, she scratched her head and said, "Anyway, I want to thank my benefactor and the production team for letting us meet... No, no, ah, well, I'm already preparing for the studio and concert. Thank you all for sticking with me all these years."
She clasped her hands together and sincerely thanked all the viewers and fans who were watching.
【Um? Sister, what are you doing? This is not a personal relationship issue, why are you stuttering? 】
[The program crew let you meet?] Isn't the implication the other three guests? 】
Due to Zhu Wei's considerable influence, copyright issues have always attracted much attention.
Outside the show, people on Weibo and multiple platforms were also discussing how her issue was resolved.
Someone even started a thread on the entertainment gossip forum, analyzing the other three guests of the "Zi Zi is Superman" program one by one, to see who is most likely to be the "noble person" that Zhu Wei mentioned.
[First, exclude Zhou Xu, he is younger than Zhu Wei and does not have a big capital background]
[Chu Han is an actor, and his resources have been average in recent years. If he can help Zhu Wei get the copyright, then he will definitely not be unable to get a suitable film.]
While everyone was studying it, new gossip emerged.
[No need to guess, it’s Mingzai’s little dad.] Zhu Wei's former agency boss "slipped" and liked a Weibo post that speculated that "the Bo family came forward"]
[Mingzai and his son are so popular, but they haven't opened a social media account, nor have they signed a contract with an agency. Excluding deliberate hype, I think it's credible.]
[No wonder Zhu Wei said he was an unexpected benefactor and did not ask for anything in return. It seems like it was just a pure act of kindness to help. 】
Bo family.
Bo Yiming's bedroom.
He had just urged his little father to go wash up and was now packing up in the tent.
He doesn't want his little dad to sleep uncomfortably.
Suddenly, many new viewers flocked to the show, all of whom came to "make a wish."
【Take a new job with an annual salary of 500,000 yuan】
【Smooth landing】
The audience who were originally watching the show were confused, and it took them a long time to figure out that it was Zhu Wei's matter that caused Yiming's young father to be on the hot search topic list on Weibo, attracting many new viewers.
[No, you guys can also look carefully, mommy is not here]
[If Mingzai knew there were so many viewers crowding in, he would have thought they were here to vote for him]
【vote? Where can I vote for them? 】
[There is no place to vote, the comments are just a joke, it's really funny]
[Mingzai, go check on your little dad too. He’s been taking a bath for a long time! I am so anxious】
[I have already washed, and I am waiting for mommy to tell us fairy tales~]
On the way back just now, when the father and son were chatting, Wen Cishu promised to tell the little monkey a bedtime story tonight, and the audience was also looking forward to it.
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A bedroom on the second floor of the mansion.
Wen Cishu finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe.
He originally wanted to go to the bedroom to get his cell phone to check the time, but when he walked in, he saw someone sitting silently on the armchair.
Just now, after they got home together, Albert had been waiting at home for a long time, and Bo Tingyuan went to the study to do his work.
The room was dark at this time, with only the faint moonlight outside the window.
Wearing a black shirt, Bo Tingyuan almost disappeared into the night, making it difficult to see his expression. The back of his hand casually resting on the armrest looked a little pale.
At first glance, he looked as gloomy as the vampire in medieval European legends.
Bo Tingyuan looked quietly at the person who appeared.
Her hair was casually tied up in a bun, and fell loosely around her neck. As she walked slowly, a rich and fragrant breath came to her.
The bathrobe was worn loosely and casually, apparently to make it easier to change into pajamas. The belt around her slender waist was not tied tight enough, and the collar at the slanting lapel fell down, making her neck look as swan-like, and the white and tender skin on her chest was comparable to the finest jade.
When the two long legs are crossed while walking, the drooping and crossed hems seem to hide something, with a kind of sexiness that makes people want to take a peek.
Secretary Wen Ci remembered that when he returned to his room, the lights in the living room, bedroom and corridor were all on. Someone must have turned them off on purpose.
"Albert is back?" Wen Cishu walked to the bedside as if nothing had happened, preparing to get his cell phone.
But as he passed by him, his wrist was grabbed.
Wen Cishu had just taken a shower, and his soft skin was very warm, which rarely showed that Bo Tingyuan's palm was cold.
Just as he was about to speak, his knees were pushed apart by Bo Tingyuan's knees, and he sat on his lap.
As he moved, the already loose bathrobe suddenly spread out along Wen Cishu's thighs, revealing her smooth white skin.
He tried to reach out to pull, but both his wrists were grabbed at the same time and slowly pulled behind his waist.
Not only that, after Wen Cishu's wrist was held by him with one hand, he also pressed on her lower back. She had no choice but to lean into his arms with her chest out and press against his strong chest.
Although Bo Tingyuan's suit pants were made of high-quality fabric, the skin on the inside of Wen Cishu's thighs was too soft and tender. Just by rubbing it like this, he could feel the obvious roughness.
Wen Cishu still felt a little ashamed of this posture, and moved his feet slightly in the soft slippers.
He lowered his eyes and found a focus - the collar of his black shirt.
"Yiming, still waiting for me to coax him to sleep——"
His words stopped abruptly because Bo Tingyuan's palm just happened to rest on his delicate and smooth leg.
Just like riding a horse, Wen Cishu unconsciously pulled his knees inward, as if he was deliberately clamping Bo Tingyuan's long legs, only to let go again.
The fingers that were clasped behind his waist moved, and when Bo Tingyuan's face moved closer, his heart began to beat wildly.
The room was so quiet that Bo Tingyuan could almost hear his rapid breathing and sense the rise and fall of his chest.
He rubbed her soft face and asked softly, "Aren't you going to coax me?" 】
The hot breath from his lips blew into Wen Cishu's ears. He twisted his narrow waist unnaturally and muttered softly, "My hand hurts."
Bo Tingyuan let go of his wrist, rubbed it gently, but hugged him even tighter.
He could clearly feel the soft and subtle movements of the person in his arms when she was shy and nervous, like countless feathers caressing his heart, making him unable to stop wanting to possess more.
Wen Cishu felt his intimate and warm embrace and asked softly, "How...how should I comfort you?" Tell me.
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Bo Tingyuan's Adam's apple rolling up and down.
Afterwards, Wen Cishu was slowly pushed away by him, with their noses almost touching each other's, and their eyes looked at each other through the lenses.
Miraculously, Wen learned the dictionary without any guidance under the scorching gaze.
As he lowered his eyes, he pulled out his hand that was held by him and slowly took off his glasses.
The incident of taking off glasses happened in the afternoon, so the direction of this action was too clear.
Wen Cishu seemed to have been infected with his thirst and swallowed softly.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.
Bo Tingyuan felt the subtle changes as his glasses were pulled away, like a burning fuse. As the flames spread, the safe distance disappeared bit by bit.
After taking off his glasses, Wen Cishu pursed his dry, soft lips nervously, "I..."
His lower back was lifted up by a strong palm, and he was forced to look into those deep green eyes.
In the moonlight, the eyes are mysterious and intoxicatingly rich.
Wen Cishu's gaze dropped down to his lips, which were thin and sexy, with the attraction that only an adult male who has been favored by time can possess.
He quickly leaned over and touched those lips, then leaned back, turned his head and looked away at the terrace outside: "Is that so?"
Bo Tingyuan lowered his head slightly, rubbed his nose against his slender neck with clear lines, and took a deep breath of the soft fragrance with warmth.
Wen Cishu felt a little bit of itchiness, and a little bit of desire that he couldn't express in words. He closed his eyes and felt the unexpressible ambiguity and attachment in the subtle touch.
——He actually regretted it. He shouldn't have just touched her like that.
The sudden dissatisfaction unexpectedly made him feel a rare bit depressed. He stomped the carpet hard with his slippers, and his voice was filled with unconscious temper.
"If I don't go over there, Yiming will come looking for me."
His hands were already on Bo Tingyuan's upper arms, ready to push him away and stand up, but his arms grabbed his long legs and lifted him up.
As her nightgown swung, Wen Cishu hurriedly reminded her, "I haven't changed into my pajamas yet, so I can't go over yet."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan held the person in his arms steadily and walked towards his room.
Wen Cishu didn't understand what was going on, and his hanging legs swayed slightly.
When Bo Tingyuan passed the screen between the two bedrooms, a slipper fell with a "pop".
Wen Cishu's nerve endings throbbed, and he pressed his shoulder: "Where are you going?"
In a blink of an eye, he was carried into Bo Tingyuan's cloakroom.
Bo Tingyuan hugged him tightly with one hand and used the other hand to pull out a set of dark blue pajamas.
"Change clothes."
With a "bang", Wen Cishu's ears suddenly felt hot.
The last time he helped me change my pajamas, I could still remember it vividly. Although he acted like an absolute gentleman and didn't look away, but...
Is this Bo Tingyuan’s pajamas?
All the chaotic thoughts in his mind were cleared at once.
"Oh." Wen Cishu took it quickly and moved his long legs. "Then put me down."
However, he didn't expect that Bo Tingyuan would actually carry him straight to the end of the bed, bend down and put him on the bed.
Bo Tingyuan's bed and Bo Tingyuan's pajamas.
Nothing happened, but Wen Cishu's breathing became inexplicably rapid.
The calm air crackled like dry wood in a fireplace encountering a raging fire.
Wen Cishu saw him standing by the bed and had no intention of leaving at all.
He did not dare to look up, fearing to see unfamiliar emotions in his eyes. He could only use his white soles to press against his knees, slowly pushing him back, and murmured, "I can put it on myself."
Bo Tingyuan looked at the slender and charming legs, raised his hand, grasped the ankle, and rubbed it slowly and forcefully.
"I'll get my glasses."
After he turned and walked out, Wen Cishu glanced at his ankle in a trance and quickly changed into his pajamas.
However, the aunts did not seem to have the habit of buttoning Bo Tingyuan's pajamas in advance, so when Bo Tingyuan put on his glasses and walked back, Wen Cishu was still hurriedly buttoning his clothes with his head down.
When Wen Cishu turned his back, Bo Tingyuan stepped forward, grabbed the buttons and helped him button them up one by one.
After Bo Tingyuan carefully adjusted his collar, he bent down and picked up his two long legs and held them on his waist: "Okay, I'll take you to Yiming's room."
Wen Cishu didn't dare to look at him and rested his chin on his neck.
As I walked out of the room, the dissatisfaction I felt just now reappeared.
Is this guy so easy to please?
Are you satisfied with just a light touch?
Then what's wrong with me? !
Wen Cishu shook his feet in shame.
Bo Tingyuan did not take the elevator. Instead, he walked along the corridor, up the stairs, and slowly went up to the third floor.
Wen Cishu's mind was in a state of confusion, so naturally he didn't notice it.
But when I heard him say that, a thought subconsciously came to my mind: the rooms are so close.
When Wen Cishu fell to the ground, he noticed that Bo Tingyuan was still holding his slippers in one hand.
Bo Tingyuan put the shoes at his feet.
Wen Cishu lowered his head and walked in, mumbling, "Thank you."
Or rather, I should say sorry and apologize to this considerate and gentle man for my inexplicable dissatisfaction.
Just as he finished speaking, his chin was lifted up by slender fingers.
Wen Cishu had to look at him, his eyes flickering unnaturally with some kind of unconscious strong longing.
Under the lights in the corridor, Bo Tingyuan was almost too tall and dazzling to be looked directly at.
He looked at his pajamas wrapped around Wen Cishu's body and gave a fair comment: "The clothes are too big."
Wen Cishu: "..."
He slapped his hand away and turned around with a mumble, "Goodnight!"
Bo Tingyuan watched him go in.
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Inside the tent.
After Wen Cishu crawled in, he hugged the smiling little monkey through the quilt and said, "Baby, have you been waiting for a long time? Daddy is here to tell you a story."
Bo Yiming looked at Little Daddy's pajamas in surprise and grabbed one of the sleeves: "I have never seen this kind of clothes before, Little Daddy, is it new?"
Before Wen Cishu could say anything, the little monkey said, "It seems like I've seen Big Daddy wearing it."
Wen Cishu: "..."
He pulled it back, "No. Just the same style."
"Oh." Bo Yiming didn't think much about it and naturally wouldn't doubt such a small thing.
[Huh?] It seems to be quite big. Will the husband and wife wear each other's pajamas? 】
[Obviously not. With Mingzai Daddy's size, he definitely can't wear Mommy's, so it's... hehe]
Wen Cishu opened the unicorn fairy tale, found the part that Bo Yiming had read before, and continued.
The fluent French and gentle tone of voice gave the audience some little surprises before bedtime.
[I thought it was just an ordinary storytelling, how come you guys also came up with a French story? 】
[Mommy’s French is so good?] ? 】
[If French is not good, how can I marry a Chinese-French mixed-race child and give birth to a little quarter Chinese-French mixed-race child? Reasonable
[I love my gentle French-speaking wife so much, I want to hug her and kiss her madly! 】
Wen Cishu hugged the little monkey and read to him, when suddenly his eyes fell on the cuffs of his pajamas.
He suddenly realized that every inch of his skin was covered by Bo Tingyuan's clothes, and his face blushed for no apparent reason.
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