Chapter 56
On the way to the restaurant.
Wen Cishu was daydreaming when he suddenly saw the little monkey next to him unpacking something and taking out a straight, thin wooden "stick".
He reached out to grasp the carved silver handle and asked in surprise, "Where did you get the cane?"
Bo Yiming snorted: "Little Dad, you didn't really listen to me just now? After you finished talking to Big Dad on the phone, I said I wanted this, and you said okay, let that sister package it."
“…”
Wen Cishu touched his son's hair and apologized immediately, "I'm sorry, Dad was a little distracted."
"It's okay~" Bo Yiming rubbed his father's arm, "Mingming baby won't be angry with your father~"
He held up his cane. "Does this look good?"
Wen Cishu gently placed the pure silver base on the car carpet and slowly turned it with his fingers. He didn't know what hardwood it was made of, but the combination of pure black and pure silver was indeed very imposing. "But this doesn't seem to be a toy for children."
Bo Yiming took it back and studied the silver carvings like a treasure, saying as a matter of course: "I can wait until I grow up to play with it~"
Wen Cishu's gaze shifted from the cane to his son's profile. "Yeah." He will grow up well.
He leaned slightly to the side and quietly watched his son study the details of the cane?
"Yiming, do you like it?"
Bo Yiming nodded, propped his cane on his leg, and straightened his back: "Little dad, am I a gentleman like this?"
The three-dimensional facial features of the Chinese-French hybrid, with amber eyes and brown-black hair, except for the informal clothes, he is a real young gentleman.
Wen Cishu was amused by the childish little monkey and couldn't help pinching his little face.
"Yeah~ He has become a little prince."
It was a great honor for Bo Yiming to receive praise.
The parking area of the restaurant.
When the car stopped, Wen Cishu saw a tall figure walking towards the back seat. It was Bo Tingyuan.
When Bo Yiming jumped out of the car, he looked over the roof and raised his eyebrows at the big daddy, as if to say: I brought the little daddy here, did you complete the task well?
Bo Tingyuan put his left hand on the back door and nodded to his son.
Wen Cishu, who was in the car, was just about to push open the door and get out, but the door wouldn't open.
He thought the switch was broken, but then he heard people talking outside the car.
Bo Tingyuan warned, "Yiming, go to the restaurant and order food first. I'll talk to your little dad."
"Okay~"
Bo Yiming felt that the younger father was acting so abnormally today, it must be that the older father made him angry, so he naturally assumed that the two fathers needed to have a "separate talk".
He walked away waving his new toy.
The two bodyguards automatically followed the young master, protecting him on both sides.
Following Bo Tingyuan's words, the driver got off the car first.
Wen Cishu immediately thought of the phone call just now and glanced at the long legs outside the car window.
——Are you sure you want to say a few words?
At this time, the rear door opens.
Wen Cishu didn't know what was wrong with him, but he suddenly grabbed the handle inside the car door, as if he was competing with someone secretly.
The force was not strong. If Bo Tingyuan had used enough strength, he could have pulled it open, but he didn't do that. He just leaned over the car door and looked at the person in the car: "What's wrong?"
Wen Cishu thought:
Bo Tingyuan, you are still asking!
It delayed my meal! The crime is even more serious!
He looked fierce and said, "I don't want to move. Get on the bus over there."
Bo Tingyuan didn't move. He looked at his lively face, his eyebrows raised, and his black eyes seemed to be emitting faint starlight. He was very beautiful.
He calmly asked back, "I'll go up from that side, and you'll go down from this side?"
Wen Cishu, whose intention was discovered, snorted and retorted: "I'm not as naive as you. Eh——" Before he could finish his words, the man's long legs forced their way onto the car and squeezed him past.
Before Wen Cishu could even react, he was easily lifted onto his lap and they sat face to face.
He rested his palms on the shoulders of his crisp suit, leaned his upper body back, and looked into the dark green eyes through the lenses.
He was wearing a beige Chinese-style stand-up collar shirt today, and his black hair was draped over his shoulders like flowing light.
Bo Tingyuan took a dart and seemed to see the charming look of him when he was naked, with his long hair draped over his snow-white skin like silk.
In such a small space, with such a long period of silence and burning gaze, not only Wen Cishu's eyes, but all his senses could perceive Bo Tingyuan's desire very clearly.
He was the first to give in, his supporting hand slipped down involuntarily, and he muttered softly: "You just promised."
Bo Tingyuan took his hand and pinched his finger joints: "What?"
There seemed to be a careless laziness in the low voice.
"you……"
Wen Cishu knew that the fact that this person didn't speak French meant that he didn't take it seriously.
At this moment, his fingers were being kneaded affectionately by Bo Tingyuan with his fingertips, neither lightly nor heavily, as if a vine was slowly scratching the delicate skin between his fingers, inexplicably causing a trace of unspeakable ambiguity to rise up.
He thought about it without any beginning or end, so could it be that the talking in his sleep last night was just an accidental expression of his true feelings? His eyes briefly slid across Bo Tingyuan's thin lips, and he became more and more certain that this might be true.
Wen Cishu's ears felt hot.
Bo Tingyuan also noticed it. He raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder. He raised his index finger and flicked his red earlobe, which was soft and plump like a pearl.
As he fiddled with her lips intentionally or unintentionally, Wen Cishu's dry lips moved slightly, and the breath he exhaled became hot.
"Well, I promise you."
Bo Tingyuan slowly let go of him, "Don't let Yiming wait too long, let's get off the car."
Wen Cishu suddenly looked up and was about to glare at him with disbelief.
Who knew that the back of my head would suddenly feel tighter as a large hand pressed forward, and instantly I kissed Bo Tingyuan's lips as if throwing myself into his arms.
"Hmm..." Wen Cishu was tightly held in his strong arms. From the senses to the mind, he was captured in all aspects in an instant. When their lips touched, his warm and strong breath was filled in his rapid breath.
The dictionary seemed to have turned into an empty, cold bottle that was suddenly filled with scorching boiling water.
His tightly closed eyelids were trembling wildly, and he almost cried out in pain because of the heat.
A few minutes later, he opened his eyes with heavy breathing. The two of them pressed together, and Bo Tingyuan kissed his lips gently as if he was still unsatisfied.
Wen Cishu didn't even know when he took off his glasses. He seemed to have bumped into them when he pounced on him just now?
When he looked up at her, Bo Tingyuan rubbed his thumb across the red corners of his eyes, slowly moved down along his delicate facial features, passed over his smooth and fair profile, his slightly messy hair, and finally rested on the small mole on the side of his neck.
Wen Cishu didn't know where he was touching, but he raised his chin unconsciously with the action.
The straight neck line has a fragile yet fatal attraction.
Before he could react, Bo Tingyuan leaned over and kissed the side of his neck.
"hiss……"
Wen Cishu felt a slight pain on his skin and pinched his clothes with his five fingers.
Then, the wet tip of the tongue licked that place back and forth and lightly, as if it was being tasted.
His breathing became rapid again, and his hands climbed up and pressed on the ends of Bo Tingyuan's hair. He should obviously push him away, but he hugged him tighter and tighter.
When Bo Tingyuan looked up with a slight satisfaction, she looked deeply into his misty eyes.
Wen Cishu didn't say anything, but just pursed his lips unconsciously, but this action looked like he was pouting deliberately, and more like an invitation.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and moved closer.
Wen Cishu leaned back in fear: "Aren't you going to eat? Yiming is still waiting for us, how are you going to explain it later?"
Bo Tingyuan's lips pressed against his lips, touching them gently.
"Yiming won't ask, no need to explain."
Wen Cishu felt his scalp tingling when he heard what he said, and he said quickly: "Bo Tingyuan, I'm hungry."
Bo Tingyuan's dark green eyes gradually cleared, as if a strong breeze blew into the miasma-filled forest.
"Um."
Wen Cishu then breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously touched the side of his neck.
A small blush appeared on the snow-white skin.
The small mole in the blush makes it even more lively and attractive.
When getting off the car, Wen Cishu was about to leave by himself, but he saw him suddenly take off his suit jacket and put it on his shoulders.
"Hmm? I'm not cold."
Although it was already evening, there was no cool breeze today.
Then, Wen Cishu's arm was placed on his shoulders and he picked himself up.
Although there were not many people here, he still felt a little uneasy: "I can walk by myself, I am not feeling unwell."
"I know." Bo Tingyuan rubbed his soft face with his temples.
He has always been the one who feels uncomfortable. "hold me."
Wen Cishu hurriedly hugged his shoulders tightly and pressed his chest against him.
When he noticed that Bo Tingyuan had freed one hand to pull up his suit, he realized his intention of taking off his suit, so he relaxed and put his face in the crook of his neck, pretending to fall asleep.
Go to the restaurant's private room.
Bo Yiming, who was already eating, asked softly, "Daddy is asleep?"
Wen Cishu thought to himself, it seems like it was covered up pretty well.
His calves swayed, and he raised his face with a smile: "No~"
Bo Tingyuan put the man on the sofa and tidied up his messy black hair.
Wen Cishu tilted his head back, letting his hair fall and tremble, and pushed his arm: "Please sit down and eat."
After the two fathers sat down, Wen Cishu was wiping his hands with a hot towel when he saw the little monkey opposite looking at them back and forth.
Wen Cishu suddenly thought of the side of his neck. Could it be that he was seen?
He was afraid of being caught by the tail and became terrified.
"What's wrong?" Bo Tingyuan put down the white hot towel and leaned back leisurely on the sofa.
Bo Yiming hesitated, picked up the handle of the dinner knife in front of him and turned it back and forth, and the other end of the dinner knife made a slight "clicking" sound on the white porcelain plate.
This was the first time Wen Cishu saw his son’s expression like this: “Hmm?”
Bo Yiming asked quietly, "Dad, if you two have been talking in the car for so long, theoretically, you don't need to go to bed together to talk, right?"
Wen Cishu: "..."
He kicked Bo Tingyuan's shoes under the table without any hesitation.
Bo Tingyuan slowly picked up the water cup and handed it to him, then said to his son, "We'll talk about tonight. Let's eat first."
Bo Yiming: "Hmph~"
He is already nine years old and can understand what is perfunctory!
He tilted his head and acted cute: "Little dad, what do you think?"
Wen Cishu held the cup of water and thought about a major question for the first time:
Why did he come to have a child?
Oh, it seems he has no choice, that’s what the original book’s author set.
He blinked his eyes: "Mingming baby, Daddy is so hungry~"
"Ahhh! Then let's eat right away."
Bo Yiming was furious. "It's all my fault! How can we talk before dinner? If the teacher talked to me before lunch, I would be angry!"
"That's right~" Wen Cishu muttered in agreement.
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