Chapter 54
Due to Wen Cishu's health condition, Bo Yiming basically appeared in the show. However, the audience was not dissatisfied. Instead, they were very worried about his condition and hoped that the program team could convey everyone's concern.
The other three guests also expressed their concern on WeChat.
During the live broadcast of the program, Zhu Wei asked her assistant to bring some stomach-warming medicine patches, which work in a similar principle to the medicine packs given by Dr. Lin.
In the evening, Wen Cishu received a "consolation phone call" from the producer of the program, and learned that the audience hoped that he could open a social media account, so that even if he did not post anything, fans who liked him and Mingzai could leave messages.
Wen Cishu specifically asked the three celebrity guests in the group, and finally chose to open an account on Xiaodigua and registered the name "Mingzai and Xiaobaba".
He didn't know what to say, so he just sent a smiley face.
After the three guests interacted, the variety show team also posted a message on Weibo.
In less than a few minutes, the number of comments and likes on Wen Cishu's account began to refresh frantically.
[Wife, I’m here~~~Kiss]
[How is the beauty's health?] Are you feeling better? Distressed
[Mommy, don’t be afraid, we won’t send weird things]
Wen Cishu saw countless messages expressing concern for him, with the top comments receiving over 10,000 likes, so he replied. [It's much better now, thank you for your concern]
[Ahhhhhhhh my wife replied to me!] 】
[Wow, my wife is so gentle, hug me]
As more and more fans became aware of the account's existence, the comment section gradually became uncontrollable, filled with all sorts of recent silly memes.
Fans were able to see Mingzai’s father’s likes first, so they posted pictures more and more crazily.
momo: [Mommy, these are Mingzai’s daddy, right? Right, right, right? [Photo X3]】
The photos include the side view photos of the Sino-French activities circulated on the Internet, the back view of Mingzai boating on the lake, and the blurry distant view that appeared among the tourists during the recording of the second episode of the program.
When he saw the messages, Wen Cishu opened the photos one by one.
Although he had never seen him before, he confirmed at a glance that it was indeed Bo Tingyuan himself.
He liked the message, which counted as a reply.
[Wow wow wow, has the real owner been confirmed?] ! 】
[I wanted to send you to the Civil Affairs Bureau, but then I remembered that you are a married couple]
[I’m really looking forward to seeing this couple appear together in a variety show. I’m so anxious]
[Please take a close-up photo of the two loving couples in the next issue!] 】
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The living room on the second floor of the mansion is filled with "gifts" from France.
Bo Tingyuan's mother, Elena, came from a prominent family. Her family had produced several fashion design masters and ran a huge family business.
She studied at a world-renowned fashion design school and was even a "poor student" for a few years. By chance, she fell in love with Li Yun, who worked at the French consulate, and eventually returned to inherit the family business.
Specifically speaking, Wen Cishu had only met Ms. Elena at a wedding in France. She was extremely proud and elegant.
As far as he could remember, this lady had never set foot in the Bo family's home.
Wen Cishu looked at the gift boxes. Since they were specially given to him, naturally no one would open them in advance, including Bo Yiming.
He sat on the sofa with a blanket on his legs, and asked Aunt Zhong to help him open it and see what was inside.
Aunt Zhong has not had many fun things in her life, and opening a blind gift box for the Second Young Master is one of them.
Uncle Xu just happened to come over and bring some medicine to help digestion.
Wen Cishu took it, drank it, and then put a honey-cured plum into his mouth.
Originally, Bo Tingyuan wanted to accompany him, but he was sent to work in the study.
He didn't want to have any small problems and make Bo Tingyuan sick.
Wen Cishu asked, "Uncle Xu, why did Grandma Yiming suddenly send these things? Do you know why?"
Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong looked at him at the same time.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu turned to look at Aunt Zhong.
How come the whole family seemed to know, but he was the only one who didn't?
Uncle Xu smiled and said, "Sir, you should ask the eldest young master."
Wen Cishu thought, if he told me, could I ask you?
He pulled the blanket in place and sighed, "Ah, Uncle Xu treats me like an outsider."
Uncle Xu stopped smiling and said, "How could this be possible? This..."
He winked at Aunt Zhong.
Aunt Zhong opened a dark blue velvet box: "Oh, what is this?"
She passed them to the Second Young Master and asked, "Why are these little gems like pebbles, round and square? Are they not polished properly?"
Inside the box was a necklace laid out flat, with a palm-sized golden square cross pendant.
The golden bases at the four ends of the "cross" are inlaid with four purple-blue gems, and at the intersection is a huge emerald, which is indeed uneven in shape.
Wen Cishu propped himself up on the sofa and took it with interest: "This should be the jewelry style of the Byzantine period. It is so rough. There were no machines at that time. Everything was polished by hand. This level is already very exquisite."
Uncle Xu knew that Aunt Zhong was trying to change the subject for him, so he immediately picked up the magnifying glass next to him and handed it to the gentleman.
Wen Cishu took it, looked back and forth between the two of them, and said with a smile: "Are you guys trying to coax me?"
However, he did not ask any more questions. He held a small magnifying glass and admired this gorgeous jewel with heavy traces of hand-carving.
Uncle Xu was just about to leave with the tray of medicine bowls on it, but Wen Cishu, who was studying the gemstones, spoke slowly, "Uncle Xu, is it true that Yiming's grandmother has never been to China?"
Wen Cishu was afraid that he had been confused over the years and might have remembered it wrong, so he asked this question specifically.
"Yes." Uncle Xu said, "When the master and the eldest young master got married, the old man invited Yiming's grandmother, but she refused."
Wen Cishu raised his eyes and handed the jewelry box back to Aunt Zhong, playing with the magnifying glass inlaid with small rubies with his slender fingers.
"But I remember that the wedding in Paris was mainly organized by Yiming's grandmother. Right?"
Uncle Xu occasionally recalled these past events and felt a little emotional. After all, Mr. Bo had passed away and there was no one to talk about it anymore.
He nodded and said slowly: "Originally, the old man planned to hold it in China, but it was the eldest young master who suggested that France should also hold one. The old man then..."
He paused at the right time and smiled. "The old man values the young master very much, so he will not refuse any request from him. The old man wanted him to organize another one in France. But Mrs. Elena refused."
Wen Cishu rarely heard these things, so he became interested.
Even Aunt Zhong listened carefully. After all, it was impossible for the people in the Wen family to understand the inside story.
Seeing this, Uncle Xu thought about it carefully.
"If I remember correctly, Mrs. Elena called the old man. She was very... impolite on the phone. She made the old man angry for a long time. It seemed that she said that he didn't need to worry about the things in Paris. If he was willing to go, Mrs. Elena would send a private plane to pick him up to France. If his health did not allow him to go, Mrs. Elena would not force him and would also warmly entertain guests from China."
After hearing this, Wen Cishu knew that Ms. Elena didn't take the Bo family seriously at all.
He didn't quite remember the details of the incident, so he asked, "Then, did the old man take Grandma Yiming's plane to get there?"
Uncle Xu smiled. "That's impossible. The old man wanted to save face so much that he ended up going there on the Bo family's plane. He was so angry that he said several times that Madam Elena didn't give him face. I was worried that when we met in France, we would have a tit-for-tat argument. But fortunately, everything went well."
Aunt Zhong said, "It's a wedding after all. If your family members quarrel, then what's the point of getting married? Let's just finish the meal and go our separate ways."
Uncle Xu nodded: "We have to consider the overall situation. After all, they are both heads of the family."
“Oh~~~~”
Wen Cishu suddenly raised the magnifying glass in his hand and waved it in the air, making a gesture like an auction house making the final decision.
"It's my birthday, and this is the birthday present that Yiming's grandmother gave me."
His pair of extremely intelligent almond-shaped eyes slyly glanced back and forth between the two middle-aged men, "Really? Haha!"
Uncle Xu didn't know what to say, but he reminded the gentleman instead, holding the tray and smiling, "I want to go and get busy. If you want to hear about the old man, just ask me later when you have time."
Before he left, Wen Cishu asked one last question: "Didn't you give anything to Yiming's father this time?"
This time, Ms. Elena sent a special plane to deliver a lot of things so that her own son would not be left behind.
Uncle Xu said, "Yes, but they are the jewels that the young master sent to France before. After they have been well maintained, they are being sent back this time."
Bo Tingyuan’s jewelry?
Wen Cishu couldn't think of what it was at once.
He seldom saw Bo Tingyuan using accessories, at most he would occasionally wear necessities like shirt cufflinks and collar stays.
He raised his left hand and looked at the wedding ring.
Bo Tingyuan wears it every day, so he doesn't need to maintain the wedding ring.
Wen Cishu suddenly lost his mind and a thought flashed through his mind:
The day before yesterday, Bo Tingyuan said that he would stay in his room after the recording of the program was over. Is that tonight?
He raised his eyes and found that Uncle Xu seemed to be still waiting.
He felt guilty and said quickly, "It's okay, Uncle Xu, go and do your work."
Uncle Xu left first.
Wen Cishu was staring at the screen in the distance, thinking about something, when the screen slowly opened in the middle.
He felt inexplicably happy and was about to laugh, but then the little monkey jumped out from nowhere and the smile froze on his face.
Bo Yiming came running over, laughing: "Little Daddy! Did you think Big Daddy was coming?"
Wen Cishu: Ms. Irena’s plane should not have left yet, so there is still time to pack up the little monkey and send it directly to the boarding school in Paris.
"Um."
Wen Cishu did not deny it and waved for him to come over.
Bo Yiming saw Aunt Zhong packing up the jewelry box, so he leaned his head against Little Daddy's side and reached out to rub Little Daddy's chest and abdomen, "Little Daddy, are you feeling uncomfortable now?"
"Much better."
Wen Cishu eats small meals frequently throughout the day.
It was Bo Tingyuan who asked the aunties to deliver five meals at a specific time, and the food was all easily digestible.
He put his arm around his son and asked, "Did you come from Big Dad's study? Is he still busy?"
"Yeah." Bo Yiming nodded. Seeing Aunt Zhong send the box to another room, he lowered his voice and whispered to his little dad, "There is also a big box in Dad's study. I wanted to see what was in it, but Dad stopped me."
Wen Cishu thought that it should be the jewelry that Uncle Xu mentioned that was sent for maintenance.
Large items?
Bo Yiming deliberately said: "Big Daddy asked me to accompany Little Daddy."
Wen Cishu pinched his chin: "Are you asking me to tell a story again?"
"No." Bo Yiming asked with a smile, "Does little dad want to hear it?"
Facing his son's sincere face, Wen Cishu hesitated.
"oh!!!!"
Bo Yiming recalled his father's expectant expression just now, and he saw that he was a little disappointed.
He glared at the little dad angrily: "Little dad doesn't want to listen to my story, nor does he want me to accompany him, right? He must only want the big dad to come--"
Wen Cishu raised his hand to cover his mouth: "Are you a little parrot? Why are you so talkative?"
"Hee~" Bo Yiming happily swung his legs back and forth: "I'm not a little parrot, I'm a unicorn with spiritual power. I can see the inner world of my little dad."
Aunt Zhong came out and saw the father and son talking and laughing, and reminded them: "Go to bed early."
Wen Cishu silently complained: Bo Tingyuan, I'll give you three minutes. If you don't show up, I'll...
He took one look at the little monkey—and then he could only listen to the story of the unicorn.
Wen Cishu held his son's wrist and shook it, letting him clap his fingers against his palm for fun. "Come on, let's count to three minutes, and then we can go to bed."
"Okay~" Bo Yiming raised his hand high, gently placed it on the little father's soft palm, clapped his hands three times quickly, and whispered: "Three, two, one, sleep!"
"..." Wen Cishu said, "No, it starts from sixty, little idiot."
Bo Yiming turned to Aunt Zhong and said, "Grandma Zhong, did you hear that? My little dad doesn't want to sleep. He counted so many numbers on purpose."
Wen Cishu leaned his head against the back of the sofa and swore to himself: How can the little monkey be so smart, but can't memorize any words? You must not have memorized it seriously! He will keep an eye on your back and do spot checks every day!
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The other side of the screen.
Bo Tingyuan heard the father and son talking and laughing not far away. He quickly opened the drawer, took out the pills and swallowed them with water.
Then he moved the medicine bottle to a drawer further inside and walked into a brighter room.
"Yiming?"
A deep voice came from behind the screen, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.
Wen Cishu remained motionless, just narrowed his eyes and observed secretly.
Bo Yiming turned his head and said, "Big Daddy, you are finally here. I am so disappointed, sad, and hurt that I didn't see you—"
Wen Cishu really covered his mouth this time and firmly denied: "Dad didn't!"
Bo Yiming avoided the little daddy, lay on the back of the sofa, and said to the big daddy who was approaching: "Big daddy, the little daddy doesn't want to sleep - oops!" The little butt suffered a "critical hit".
He covered his butt with both hands, turned around and found that it was the little daddy who hit him with a magnifying glass. He felt wronged: "Humph~ The big daddy hit me with a small milk pan, and the little daddy hit me with a magnifying glass."
He cried and drooped his eyes.
Wen Cishu was about to speak when he saw the man standing behind the sofa leaning closer to him, "Hmm?"
Bo Tingyuan bent down and picked him up, and said to his stunned son: "Yiming, we will sleep in my room today. Do you want to go back to sleep in the tent, or sleep in your little daddy's bed?"
Wen Cishu felt inexplicably ashamed when he heard him talk about this in such a serious manner. He could only pretend that he didn't exist and silently turned his head to look at the screen.
Bo Yiming naturally didn't notice it, but after hearing what his grandfather said, he stood up from the sofa.
He suddenly surpassed the big daddy's height, looked down at the two dads, and asked excitedly: "Really? Can I sleep in the little daddy's big bed by myself?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan motioned him to sit back down, "Don't fall. We'll get through."
He turned and walked towards the screen with the person in his arms.
Bo Yiming jumped up and down on the sofa excitedly, but was stopped by his grandfather who turned his head and gave him a sharp look.
He acted well-behaved and waited until the big dad pulled the screen shut before he rushed to the little dad's bed, stepped onto the sofa stool at the end of the bed, opened his arms and dived towards the bed like a diver, hugged the quilt and rolled back and forth - Aaaah!
Um?
But if the little dad isn’t on the bed, wouldn’t it be almost the same as sleeping alone?
Bo Yiming suddenly came to his senses and glared at the screen angrily.
snort!
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The other side of the screen.
The light in the room was dim, with only the wall lamp on.
Wen Cishu sat on a somewhat unfamiliar bed, the light shone obliquely on Bo Tingyuan's body, making his figure look extremely tall and oppressive.
He lowered his eyes, like a good student being taken to the dean's office, with his hands crossed in front of him, and watched him get on the bed from the other side out of the corner of his eye.
"Not used to it?"
Bo Tingyuan got on the bed, picked him up and let him sit astride his lap, looking at his handsome face face to face.
Wen Cishu didn't react at once and just let him hold her tightly. "No...how could that be? Aren't the bedding the same?"
The light shone down obliquely from above, casting sparse shadows on his long eyelashes and falling on his fair and delicate face, showing the most cool and quiet beauty of Chinese style.
His eyelids moved slightly, just like the wind blowing through a bamboo forest, causing the bamboo leaves to tremble faintly.
Wen Cishu's nostrils moved slightly, and he smelled the faint fragrance on his body, which was the scent of sunken wood lingering after bathing.
He suddenly realized that Bo Tingyuan's pajamas were also quite thin, and with the two of them pressed so close together, the cloth between them was not noticeable.
In silence, Wen Cishu felt the temperature around him getting higher and higher, and he moved unconsciously.
His eyes glanced at the poetry collection beside the pillow, and he asked slowly: "So, are you going to read a poem to me today?"
Bo Tingyuan looked at his wandering gaze, which seemed to be scanning back and forth across his face.
He raised his hand to touch his glasses.
The hint was obvious enough. When Wen Cishu touched the metal temples, he curled his fingertips and asked deliberately, "You...you want to..."
Realizing that the topic was not right, he immediately pursed his lips.
"Um?"
Bo Tingyuan slowly kissed his wrist, pushed down the white jade bracelet that was stained with his body temperature, and asked leisurely, "What am I thinking about?"
Wen Cishu lowered his eyes to look at the bracelet. He put it on immediately after taking a shower today.
"without……"
He noticed that Bo Tingyuan's lips were constantly touching his palm in a casual yet extremely natural and intimate way.
His calves moved. "Why don't you go to bed? Don't you have to get up early for work tomorrow?"
But after he finished speaking, the man who was hugging him was still kissing his fingers. Not only that, there seemed to be a playful look in his green eyes as he stared at him intently.
Wen Cishu seemed to be ignited instantly. He held him with four fingers and deliberately held his breath: "Do you want to sleep?"
"Let me sleep with my glasses on?"
Bo Tingyuan raised his thick eyebrows slightly and kissed the ring on Wen Cishu's ring finger.
In an instant, Wen Cishu's gaze was forced to focus on his lips, unable to move away. Even though he was taking off his glasses, his eyes were still firmly attracted.
Bo Tingyuan took the glasses from his hand, put them on the cabinet, then pushed his left hand away and covered his cheek.
Wen Cishu was confused and stunned. Then his hand was slowly pulled down by Bo Tingyuan until his palm slid over his jaw and covered the side of his neck, with his thumb resting on his protruding and thick Adam's apple.
“…”
At the same time, Bo Tingyuan raised his chin and lowered his eyes to look at his innocent yet seductive face.
Wen Cishu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his brain was on the verge of exploding.
——What is this man doing? ah!
"You..." He almost panted, "I..."
Bo Tingyuan placed his palm on his lower back and slid it slowly up along his sexy waistline, pressing his palm tightly. Even through the thin pajamas, he could clearly feel the rise and fall of his waist, his breathing slowing down, and the huge ripples caused by his movements.
There seemed to be a vague and obscure desire flowing between the two of them.
Wen Cishu felt the palm on his lower back and subconsciously straightened his waist, then softened it and sat back down.
It wasn't until a large, gentle palm was pressed behind his heart that he realized Bo Tingyuan was paying attention to his heartbeat, so what?
Bo Tingyuan didn't give him time to think, and a kiss came upon him.
Not satisfied with just a brief touch of lips, this was something that made Wen Cishu feel his desire in a trance. The kiss of hope.
When their lips were pried open, Wen Cishu's body seemed to have already been accustomed to the intimate embrace, and with a slight twist, it fit tightly between Bo Tingyuan's arms and body.
I don’t know how long it took, but when Bo Tingyuan was immersed in the passionate kiss, he suddenly felt Wen Cishu’s heartbeat quicken in his palm.
In an instant, a look of extreme clarity flashed in his deep green eyes, as if a beast enjoying its prey sensed a fatal danger.
Bo Tingyuan slowly loosened his arms that had unconsciously been clasped too tightly, and stroked Wen Cishu's back again and again to calm his heartbeat. At the same time, the rationality in his brain was desperately fighting against the desire to over-escape.
——Of course, that pill also played a role.
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