Chapter 59
"Happy birthday."
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu heard a voice in a daze, his waist tightened, and he was gently embraced by a pair of strong arms.
The voice was right next to his ear, as if it was spoken close to his earlobe. A warm breath came over him, making Wen Cishu move forward subconsciously.
His body had been growing more and more addicted to this kind of skin-to-skin contact lately.
The next second, the lips received a feather-light kiss, and then the lightly closed lips were pushed open by the wet tip of the tongue during the touch.
"Hmm?"
Wen Cishu suddenly opened his hazy eyes.
He was not fully awake yet, and his arms hugged the man who was leaning on him faster than his consciousness.
The smooth and tender lips and tongue seemed to be tasted meticulously, but he did not feel ashamed as he did when he was sober. Instead, he felt waves of soft sweetness. He just wanted more and could not help but burrow into his arms.
During this close and intimate kiss, Wen Cishu's hand accidentally passed over the hem of Bo Tingyuan's pajamas and hugged his waist.
Suddenly, Bo Tingyuan raised his face abruptly, and under his furrowed brows were dark green eyes filled with intense contradictions.
Wen Cishu left him and looked up at his lips in dissatisfaction.
When he got close to her, Bo Tingyuan's lips were no longer tender and affectionate, but became uncontrollably fierce and reckless, with heavy breathing.
Dawn is a dangerous time when lust is aroused.
“Uh~”
In the midst of the scorching breath, Wen Cishu was forced to open his lips, his thick eyebrows frowned, and the hands that were holding his strong waist tightened even more.
But he didn't know that the moment his palm touched his skin, the desire accumulated in Bo Tingyuan's flesh and blood turned into substance - it turned into arms that were wrapped around like snakes, blue veins on his neck, and the tip of his tongue licking and swallowing between Wen Cishu's wet and sweet lips.
Wen Cishu was in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, groaning as he endured it. His heartbeat was surprisingly much more normal than usual when he was awake.
Perhaps ten minutes later, Bo Tingyuan raised his face. The dark clouds between his brows had dissipated, and his green eyes calmly gazed at the soft and charming face in his arms.
He was deeply aware that the desires that had been suppressed by reason and drugs were expanding at a terrifying rate.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his head, rubbed his lips against the lips of the person in his arms, and whispered "Happy Birthday" in French over and over again.
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"Little daddy?"
A small head popped out from the middle of the screen, calling softly from afar, "Little daddy?"
"Huh?" Wen Cishu heard it vaguely, woke up slowly, turned slightly to the side, and saw the child childishly moving the screen to play with his neck.
From a distance, it looked like a furry head hanging in the crack of the door.
Wen Cishu raised his hand: "Come here."
Bo Yiming pushed open the sliding screen door, trotted forward, threw himself on the edge of the bed, and said happily: "Little dad, happy birthday!"
In the past, my father was in poor health and stayed in his room every day, not even going out on his birthday.
Even if Bo Yiming came to say happy birthday to him, he would not react much, but just looked at him blankly.
So this time, when Bo Yiming learned from his elder father that he would have to hold a grand birthday party for his younger father at home, he felt a little worried.
"Thank you, Yiming." Wen Cishu placed his palm on his son's head, stood up slightly and kissed his son's forehead, "Good morning kiss."
"Hehe~" Bo Yiming happily jumped onto the edge of the bed and lay beside his little father.
He asked doubtfully, "Little Dad, did my big dad tell you this morning? Am I the first one?"
After he reminded him, Wen Cishu vaguely recalled the passionate kiss at dawn. At this moment, there seemed to be a hint of ambiguous and lingering aftertaste on the lips.
"Um...well, your great-grandfather said so this morning."
Then, he recalled the conversation last night, and his mind suddenly became clear.
"Where's your big daddy?"
Bo Yiming: "I'm talking to my grandparents downstairs."
Wen Cishu asked, "Isn't he going to the company today?"
"Today is little daddy's birthday, so of course big daddy can't go to the company." Bo Yiming's childish tone sounded as if it was a matter of course.
Wen Cishu chuckled and moved slightly to hug him, but the child sensibly pushed his arm away and instead came over to hug his waist, being careful not to press on his arms.
It is truly a huge miracle in his life that he can have such a well-behaved baby in his life.
"That's right!" Bo Yiming suddenly raised his face from the little father's arms, looking as if he had discovered a shocking secret, "Big father is actually wearing a white shirt!"
"Ah?" Wen Cishu didn't react, "White shirt?"
"It seems that Little Dad bought it yesterday, but I'm not sure. I didn't look carefully." Bo Yiming stood up and pulled Little Dad's wrist, "Little Dad, get up and take a look. Anyway, it looks so strange."
"How come?"
Wen Cishu propped himself up with his other hand, pushed his hair back, and joked, "Your father is so handsome and has such a good figure, what can he not look good in? How can it be strange?"
"Big Daddy!"
Bo Yiming looked towards the door and greeted.
"Uh?" Wen Cishu slowly turned his head.
The door was closed tightly, and there was no sign of Bo Tingyuan at all.
"Hahaha!" Bo Yiming jumped off the bed with a smile, "Little dad, I'm going to tell big dad what you said. He will definitely be very happy after hearing it."
Wen Cishu bowed his head to look for slippers:
Humph, he wants to take back the compliment he just gave!
Brat! There must be something wrong with Bo Tingyuan’s genes!
While brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, Wen Cishu thought quietly that Bo Tingyuan was actually wearing the white shirt he bought for him. He wondered what he would look like in it.
As his mind wandered, he remembered the kiss in the morning, and he seemed to still be holding his waist...
“Ahem…”
Wen Cishu quickly spat out the toothpaste foam and rinsed his mouth.
According to what Bo Tingyuan said yesterday about "mild separation anxiety", maybe he would like me holding him like this?
Forehead……
Wen Cishu glanced at himself in the mirror and quickly put away his wild thoughts. He thought seriously: Now that I know what Bo Tingyuan's hidden illness is, I must cooperate with the treatment and not let the disease get worse.
Of course, his own body is also important.
Wen Cishu in the mirror earnestly reminded him, "Wen Cishu, you have to work hard to exercise, understand?"
Wen Cishu, who was standing by the sink, nodded vigorously, with drops of water on his face falling in the morning light: "Yes, I understand."
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Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming stepped out of the antique elevator. The auntie who met them smiled and said, "Happy birthday, sir."
Wen Cishu smiled and nodded: "Thank you."
The aunts expressed their blessings as they passed by.
When Aunt Zhong came, Wen Cishu hurriedly whispered, "Aunt Zhong, please help me prepare some red envelopes."
He himself had forgotten about it.
Aunt Zhong: "How can you think about this kind of thing? Someone has already arranged it."
Wen Cishu subconsciously asked back: "Uncle Xu?"
Aunt Zhong laughed: "The eldest young master of the Bo family gives it to me every year."
Wen Cishu was surprised: "Every year? How come I don't know?"
Aunt Zhong said, "You didn't care in previous years. When I wanted to talk to you, you thought I was nagging."
Wen Cishu silently "admitted his guilt": "I won't do that again in the future."
After a pause, he curved his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It's all because of Aunt Zhong's good care that I'm healthy."
Aunt Zhong flicked the air exaggeratedly: "Oh, you are the birthday girl today, please talk less, it makes my ears smoke."
Wen Cishu smiled: "Where are my parents?"
Aunt Zhong pointed to the garden facing the flower hall and said, "I just had breakfast and was admiring potatoes there."
These were the potatoes that Bo Yiming and Wen Cishu had planted last time. Two of the potatoes had already sprouted out of the soil.
Bo Yiming was curious: "Where is my big dad?"
Aunt Zhong was about to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and she quickly raised her hand and made a "six" gesture to her ear.
Bo Yiming was puzzled: "Ah?"
Wen Cishu smiled and put his arm around his shoulders, and walked towards the restaurant: "Little idiot, it means to make a phone call. Haven't you seen the old-fashioned telephone in your great-grandfather's old house?"
Bo Yiming glanced at Aunt Zhong's sturdy figure and muttered softly, "After Grandpa and Grandma came, I couldn't understand what Grandma Zhong said. In the morning, I heard her talking to Grandma, saying something fiercely like 'Zong Sangpei'."
"Uh..." Wen Cishu looked at him, "Baby, I think you promised us that you wouldn't eavesdrop on adults' conversations, ok?"
Bo Yiming attentively pulled out a chair beside the small round table and invited the young father to sit down.
"I wasn't eavesdropping. I was right across from them. And I didn't understand a thing."
He asked in confusion, "Little Dad, what does 'Zong Sang Pei' mean?"
"Those are unpleasant words." Wen Cishu explained and looked away.
The three elders in the garden gathered around that small space.
Since all three of them have the temperament of an intellectual, it is reasonable to describe this scene as experts and professors from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences inspecting the land.
"What does it mean?" Bo Yiming said anxiously, "Then I'll go and tell Grandma Zhong about 'Zong Sangpei'?"
"Don't!" Wen Cishu quickly retracted his gaze, "It's an insult, it means 'beast'."
"Ah?" Bo Yiming finally reacted, "Then I won't say anything."
At this time, footsteps were heard.
The father and son looked outside.
Bo Tingyuan walked over slowly. He was wearing a white shirt with a perfectly tailored black vest over it.
It’s the one that Wen Cishu chose yesterday.
The elegant curves of the classic Italian-style crescent collar are gathered at Bo Tingyuan's round and thick Adam's apple, wrapping his neck skin snugly.
The black vest and white shirt appeared together on Bo Tingyuan's tall and straight figure, as if he was the snow line on the top of the dark blue mountains, steady and cold.
Wen Cishu's gaze quickly swept across his eyes, then his thin lips.
I clearly didn't want to pay attention, but I cared more and more.
The two looked at each other from a distance.
Bo Yiming looked around: Very good, he is the invisible man.
He stood up quickly and tactfully, with the tip of one foot pointing toward the door, and said rapidly, "Big Daddy, Little Daddy just told me that you have a handsome face and a great figure, and you look good in anything you wear!"
Before he finished his words, he scurried out the door.
Wen Cishu: “…” Little traitor!
When his eyelids fell, Bo Tingyuan pulled out a chair and sat down.
He pulled Wen Cishu's hand over and pinched his fingertips.
He lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the larger, broad hand. Thinking of what was said last night, his heart was filled with infinite attachment.
He raised his eyes slightly, followed the direction of the sunlight, looked into the emerald-like eyes, and asked softly, "Why are you wearing white? Don't you like the black one?"
Bo Tingyuan looked at his eyes that were sparkling with light and full of tenderness, and his thin lips moved as if he was thinking about something.
Wen Cishu seemed to see the look of kiss in his eyes and realized that they were in the flower hall, so she gently scratched his palm as a reminder.
Bo Tingyuan's fingertips gently turned the ring on his ring finger and said in a light tone: "I want to see you wearing a black shirt."
Wen Cishu was stunned.
The ring on his hand kept rubbing against the delicate skin at the base of his finger, as if it was a signal or a hint, pushing him like a ripple to think of the day when Bo Tingyuan made him wear his pajamas for no reason, so...
Does Bo Tingyuan have this kind of hobby?
In broad daylight, thinking of this, Wen Cishu felt a little ashamed and his eyes wandered.
He subconsciously pulled back his left hand, but Bo Tingyuan's palm instantly grasped it tightly, forming a strong force.
"You..." He muttered, "I have to eat breakfast."
Aunt Zhong just came in with breakfast. Bo Tingyuan freed up his other hand to help and said as a matter of course, "I'll have breakfast with you."
After Aunt Zhong left, Wen Cishu still couldn't pull his hand back, and kicked him: "Why don't you just feed me?"
Bo Tingyuan pushed his frameless glasses, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, and asked casually in French: [Are you inviting me? 】
"..." Wen Cishu instantly became angry and said, "Who invited you?"
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