Chapter 55
Monday, early in the morning.
Aunt Zhong had just finished breakfast and was about to go upstairs.
She was about to take the stairs when she heard the sound of the elevator.
This antique, apart from being exceptionally beautiful and having a century-old historical value, can indeed be described as old and frail.
Originally, Wen Cishu was the only one who knew how to use it at home. When Aunt Zhong heard this, she thought that he had gotten up so early today, so she quickly retracted her steps on the stairs and hurried over.
However, the person behind the fence was not Wen Cishu, but Bo Tingyuan, who was wearing a suit with his arms folded.
The carved elevator door slowly opened, and Bo Tingyuan looked at her: "Good morning, Aunt Zhong."
Aunt Zhong nodded, and seemed surprised to see the young master coming down the elevator, so she took a special look inside.
Bo Tingyuan knew who she was looking at without thinking too much, and didn't say much, just reminded: "Aunt Zhong, the book is in my room today. Wait until after nine o'clock to remind him to have breakfast, or the medicated rice porridge that nourished his stomach yesterday."
“…Okay, okay.”
Aunt Zhong hesitated and couldn't say anything for a moment.
She watched the back of the eldest son of the Bo family carefully, wondering suspiciously:
Isn’t it just sleeping in the same room?
Why does the young master look so happy?
She remembered that there were two times last week when they slept together, but in the second young master's bed.
What are the specific differences?
Aunt Zhong came back to her senses and looked up and down the elevator.
Then she walked up the stairs to the second floor, pushed open the door of the second young master's bedroom, and saw the kid lying on the bed in a cross shape, with half of the quilt falling to the ground.
She walked forward quietly, carefully pushed the child to lie down, and covered him with a quilt.
“…$%#$…”
Bo Yiming grunted twice.
Aunt Zhong didn't hear clearly, so she moved closer.
A hand suddenly rose from under the quilt, and Bo Yiming muttered angrily, "... Dad... Dad... Humph!"
Aunt Zhong chuckled and shook her head. Only children of this age could dream after the sun came out.
She turned around and glanced at the screen, remembering the appearance of the eldest young master of the Bo family just now - life in this family was getting better.
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Nine o'clock, quite punctual.
Wen Cishu was awakened, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a little monkey with squinted eyes looking cute.
“Yiming…”
Wen Cishu realized whose bed he was in, and his dark eyes froze for a moment.
He deliberately reached out and pinched the little monkey's chin, "What are you doing? Are you scaring Daddy so early in the morning?"
Bo Yiming rubbed his chin on his little father's palm like a puppy.
"Little Daddy, is Big Daddy's bed soft?"
"..." Wen Cishu pretended to be calm and propped himself up, "Aren't all the mattresses at home the same? If you want to sleep on them, I'll talk to Dad tonight and we'll let you sleep on them?"
Bo Yiming snorted: "That's because I don't have a little dad to accompany me?"
Wen Cishu hadn't fully woken up yet, so his brain couldn't react in time and he didn't say anything.
He leaned back on the pillow to relax, looked at the obvious marks on the pillow next to him, and unconsciously reached out and patted it.
last night……
Wen Cishu's gaze met the little monkey's bright eyes, and he immediately came back to his senses, yawned and lifted the quilt. "Okay, Dad, go wash up. Have you had breakfast?"
"Yeah, I ate a little bit." Bo Yiming pushed the slippers to the little dad. "I deliberately left one-third of my stomach to eat with the little dad."
"So good?"
Wen Cishu rubbed his neck and took his arm towards the screen.
Bo Yiming followed the little dad to the bathroom and diligently helped squeeze the toothpaste and pour water, "Little dad~~"
The kid in the mirror blinked his eyes, obviously having some sort of agenda.
Wen Cishu took the toothbrush and said, "You talk, Dad is listening."
Bo Yiming leaned close to his little father and told him in a sweet voice that he wanted to buy a gift for his little brother Xingxing and hoped that his father would go with him.
When Wen Cishu heard about the gift, he remembered that it was his birthday tomorrow.
“Are you going to buy it today?”
"Hmm~" Bo Yiming nodded, "I want to choose carefully, so I might have to go out for most of the day. Is that okay with you, little dad?"
Wen Cishu lowered his head and looked into his son's clear eyes, always feeling that something was wrong.
However, he naturally would not object to this small request.
Wait downstairs.
Wen Cishu saw the aunts changing the flowers at home, and Uncle Xu also had a happy face.
Could it be that there are some special arrangements for his birthday?
Just after having breakfast in the flower hall, Bo Yiming received a call on his watch.
"Big Daddy?"
Bo Tingyuan's voice came from the small watch, and it sounded a little unreal:
"Yiming, has your little dad had breakfast?"
Wen Cishu realized that he didn't have his cell phone with him and couldn't contact himself.
He answered directly: "I ate it, I ate it."
Bo Tingyuan: "What did you eat?"
Wen Cishu glanced quickly at his son and couldn't help laughing, and named the food he had just eaten as if he was reading the name of a dish.
Bo Yiming added: "Don't worry, big dad, little dad, chew slowly, I'm paying special attention."
Bo Tingyuan: "Okay."
Wen Cishu poked his son's cheek and said, "Oh, so you are my spy and responsible for monitoring me?"
Bo Tingyuan: "Yiming, let your little dad take the watch? I want to talk to your little dad alone."
Wen Cishu's ears felt a little hot when he heard this. What could not be said after he got back?
He hurriedly took the watch handed to him by the little monkey and walked towards the small garden. "Um?"
Bo Tingyuan: "Did you sleep well last night?"
When Wen Cishu heard this, he felt a chill down his spine. He quickened his pace and walked straight to the center of the garden, fearing that his son would hear him.
"fine."
In fact, at dawn, he could feel that he was always held by Bo Tingyuan.
When Bo Tingyuan got up, he vaguely felt him kissing his ears, neck, and mouth...
Very disgusting.
Bo Tingyuan: "I asked Uncle Xu to clear out a part of my closet today. Can you ask Auntie to pack some and put it over there?"
"Ah?" Wen Cishu didn't react. The two of them were not separated far away. Aren't they still in the same suite? Do the cloakrooms also need to be merged?
But then he thought of the way their clothes were placed together, and a gentle sweetness unexpectedly arose in his heart. "Yeah. I understand."
"dictionary."
Wen Cishu rarely heard his own name and almost stood at attention.
He mumbled, "What's wrong?"
Bo Tingyuan's magnetic tone was mixed with a hint of joy and laughter: "You talked in your sleep last night."
"!!!"
Wen Cishu couldn't believe it, "Really? What did I say?"
So, sleeping together makes accidents more likely to happen.
Bo Tingyuan said slowly and relaxedly: "You warned me seriously--"
He changed his words to French, [You'd better kiss me every time you see me, or I'll poke you in the waist]
"I don't!"
It was the first time that Wen Cishu felt French was so unfamiliar that he almost raised his arms in protest while standing in the garden.
He pretended to be stupid and said, "Sorry, I don't understand French at all. Goodbye."
Bo Yiming saw the little daddy coming in angrily and wondered, "Little daddy, did you have a fight with the big daddy? No, the big daddy had a fight with you?"
"Nothing. We won't quarrel."
Wen Cishu put the watch back on his son's wrist, curved his eyes and smiled, "Come on, I'll go buy a gift with you."
He changed his tone and said something fierce and ferocious: "Let's go and max out your dad's card~"
This weird tone startled Aunt Zhong who just walked in.
Bo Yiming thought silently:
Maxing out Big Daddy’s card?
This is more difficult than the task given by the program team!
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The father and son seldom go out shopping, so Uncle Xu specially arranged for a family assistant to go with them, as well as security guards, mall managers, and brand guides to lead and accompany them throughout the trip.
From the home area to the children's area, including the clothing area, Wen Cishu can take whatever he likes.
He specifically told the manager to settle each bill separately.
Whatever is purchased here will be checked out over there instead of being processed all at once.
The manager naturally had no objection, but he was just thinking that the news the cardholders received today must be so exaggerated that they would probably be very upset.
But Wen Cishu did not get any happiness from shopping. He was so tired that he leaned back on a sofa in a brand store to take a rest.
Bo Yiming was eating snacks, feeling very puzzled.
——He just wanted to buy a gift for his little brother Xingxing, just one!
The trunk of the bodyguard vehicle that came out with them was now filled with shopping bags, and a large portion of them needed to be driven back to the mansion by the mall.
Wen Cishu flipped through the designer brochure handed to him by the salesgirl. There were many men's shirts in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. They looked very sexy and the more he looked at them, the more he frowned.
When a clean white shirt finally appeared before my eyes, it was truly eye-catching.
Simple business style, suitable for mature men.
But Bo Tingyuan doesn't wear a white shirt.
Wen Cishu thought, then I could buy it and let him wear it.
"One in black and one in white."
"Okay." The salesgirl immediately asked other people to pack the items.
Bo Yiming, who was sitting opposite and eating dessert, quickly sent a message on his watch.
[Big Daddy!] Daddy has chosen two shirts for you~]
The dragon rider who bullied Princess and the Pea's little dad: [Got it]
Don't forget about dinner. 】
"I know."
Bo Yiming kept mumbling to himself, but his grandfather was obviously very happy inside, yet he always pretended to be calm.
"Hmm? Yiming, what did you say?"
Wen Cishu picked up the teacup and took a sip. It was also jasmine tea, but not as good as the two boxes he got from Grandpa Yiming last time, so he put it down immediately.
Bo Yiming shook his head: "No, little dad, let's eat out tonight. I want to eat roasted snails."
Wen Cishu glanced at him: It seems that the French genes in the little monkey's body will awaken occasionally.
"Okay, let's have French food then."
Bo Yiming moved to the little daddy's side and sat down next to him: "Little daddy, should we invite the big daddy? Isn't it a bit bad to eat alone?"
Wen Cishu suddenly remembered what Bo Tingyuan said in the morning, and thought to himself, would he not do that?
"Then you should first ask Big Dad if he's free. What if he's not? Right?"
"Yeah! Little daddy is right." Bo Yiming quickly took off his watch, dialed the phone and handed it to little daddy, "Little daddy, please invite me~ I'll go take a look at the clothes over there!"
He jumped up and ran to look at children's clothes.
Wen Cishu: "..."
"Hello? Yiming?"
Bo Tingyuan's voice is always cold.
"It's me." Wen Cishu muttered, "Yiming said that he wanted to invite you to eat your hometown food together."
From the watch, Bo Tingyuan's muffled laughter could be heard. His already sexy voice carried some particularly unique mature charm.
Wen Cishu was stunned.
I seem to have never heard him smile like this before. I don’t know how charming he would be in front of people…
Bo Tingyuan stopped smiling and returned to his usual calm and serious demeanor: "Well, I'll make arrangements. We'll have hometown food tonight."
When Wen Cishu heard his serious tone, he felt like laughing.
He naively retorted: "It's your hometown, not my hometown."
After a pause, he quickly emphasized: "What I said in my dream doesn't count. You can't take it seriously."
He didn't hear what Bo Tingyuan said, so he asked again in a low voice, "Did you hear me? Promise me now."
Bo Tingyuan: "Yes, I agree."
Wen Cishu was relieved.
After hanging up the phone, he realized
--Um? Shouldn't he have committed himself in French?
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