Chapter 61
Before the family dinner started, Wen Cishu sent a photo to Xiaodigu.
The roses in the hazy moonlight are delicate and gorgeous.
momo: [Wow, it’s so beautiful! Where did my wife take this photo? Were you proposed to? （bushi】
Mingzai voting machine: [Wedding anniversary? Looking at the building behind, I feel like it appeared in a program a few days ago. It should be my home.]
[Judging from the height, shape and color of this flower, it should be the imported Floyd rose. The ones in the photo probably cost hundreds of thousands (beauty is really expensive, I am crying)
[Mommy, can you at least take a photo with such beautiful flowers? By the way, bring your significant other, whom you have only heard of but never seen. We don't mind him wearing a bite guard, no, a mask.]
[The program crew will really wake up with laughter. My wife can just post a photo and it will immediately become a hot topic. They can even save a lot of money on program promotion and marketing.]
[Dun Dun, the family of three will appear in the fourth episode, I can’t wait to watch it]
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The Bo family mansion.
The family dinner was over, and Wen Cishu took care of his drinking parents while they rested.
He knew very well that his parents came this time because they were relieved, so they could drink some wine and relax.
Just like last night, Bo Yiming rested with the two elders, sleeping on a small bed next to the big bed.
Before Wen Cishu left, he covered him with a blanket and pinched his face: "Baby, be a good boy at night~"
Bo Yiming's fingers touched the little father's long black hair: "Is the big father not home yet?"
Wen Cishu said, "I'm already on my way home, don't worry."
Bo Yiming nodded.
Li Yun was originally going to rest in the mansion tonight, but he unexpectedly received a call and had to go to the department tomorrow morning and might have to fly to Europe in the morning.
Li Yun drank some wine, so Bo Tingyuan accompanied him home.
After leaving the room, Wen Cishu asked his aunt to look after the child and walked towards the stairs.
I had only taken a few steps when I heard footsteps on the stairs.
His heartbeat suddenly quickened and he ran over in two steps. Holding the railing curiously, he looked down and saw Bo Tingyuan looking up at him.
The green eyes behind the lenses were solemn and restrained.
A trace of relief and joy flashed in Wen Cishu's eyes, and he walked down quickly.
He was wearing a Chinese-style gown today. The long hems in front and back looked like apricot-white petals, falling down the dark stairs.
Bo Tingyuan took a step forward, and tightly embraced the banished immortal who fell from the sky with his arms. He bent down and picked him up horizontally, then walked down to the second floor with steady and quick steps.
Wen Cishu took the opportunity to hug his neck and asked softly, "Have you settled Dad? Is he feeling well?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan walked through the long corridor and returned to the bedroom on the second floor of the main house.
Wen Cishu leaned up, held his handsome face, looked into his deep eyes behind the glasses, and said in a lower voice with a little breath: "What about you?"
Bo Tingyuan hugged him tightly, then reluctantly let him go to the end of the bed: "I'm fine."
Glancing at the location of the restroom, "Go wash up and rest early."
Wen Cishu was puzzled. Didn’t he want a hug?
That look in her eyes just now when she was down the stairs, didn't it mean she wanted to kiss him?
Is it all just wishful thinking and misunderstanding?
Wen Cishu felt awkward and didn't know what to do. He glared at the person in front of him and got up to wash up.
——Love kiss or not, it won’t matter if you don’t kiss!
Bo Tingyuan kept frowning, resisting the discomfort in his body.
After watching Wen Cishu leave, he immediately put his right hand on the buttons of his suit vest and slowly unbuttoned them.
After taking off his vest and throwing it on the sofa, he seemed to remember something and took out something from the pocket of his trousers.
The dark green ribbon slipped from between long fingers, dangling precariously.
Bo Tingyuan's eyes seemed to be dyed even more gloomy and deep by this touch of dark green.
Clench your five fingers together, then slowly release them.
Finally, he walked to the table, opened the drawer, put the ribbon in, and took out the medicine bottle.
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bathroom.
When Wen Cishu was taking off his clothes, he found his cell phone in his pocket, so he simply ran a bath.
He lay down comfortably, opened the app, and when he saw the exaggerated number of likes, followers, and comments, he softly said "Hmm?"
It turns out it was because of the photos taken at night.
They were so pleasant eating dinner and cake tonight that he had even forgotten about the incident.
Seeing outrageous speculations in the comments such as "proposal" and "make-up wedding", Wen Cishu had to leave a comment with a photo of the cake.
[Thank you everyone, it’s my birthday. I'm really sorry, I was in a hurry to post it and didn't have time to explain. 】
[I just said it was my wife’s birthday!] Happy wife! 】
[Mommy, I want to eat cake, woooo~~~ (I wish mommy to be handsome, beautiful, safe and healthy forever]
At the same time, congratulations from Zhu Wei, Chu Han, Zhou Xu, the program team and others popped up on Wen Cishu’s WeChat. From private chats to group chats, there were all kinds of messages.
He smiled and sent several red envelopes in the group, unexpectedly experiencing the illusion of having a "work partner".
No one in the group expected that the birthday boy would send out red envelopes, and for a moment the screen was filled with all kinds of blessings and compliments.
Wen Cishu exited WeChat and returned to Xiaodigua to continue reading the messages.
He slowly slid the screen of his phone, giving likes to the beautiful wishes that suddenly emerged one by one.
Until a message came out to interpret the roses for tonight, his dark eyes stared at it steadily.
[The flower language of Freud's red rose is: You shuttle carelessly through my dreams and turn my heart into a garden full of fragrance. ①
With his slender white arms resting on the edge of the bathtub, Wen Cishu looked at the gently swaying ripples on the water and lost himself in memories.
Ten years ago, a large number of roses were used at his wedding with Bo Tingyuan, but in different colors and varieties.
He suddenly remembered that he must have said to Bo Tingyuan unintentionally: Look at that rose, it is much more beautiful than the one next to it.
Wen Cishu then thought, no wonder he felt dazed for a moment when he saw the red roses in the yard, as if he was back at a wedding.
But he was so moved at the time, and his family members were talking around him, so he didn't have time to think about it.
“Knock knock.”
With a "rustle", Wen Cishu turned his head sharply, "Hmm?"
A deep voice came in: "So long?"
Wen Cishu turned off his phone and leaned back comfortably on the soft pillow in the bathtub. Thinking of his "self-conceit" just now, he replied as a matter of course: "Yes~"
The door made a noise and was pushed open from the outside.
Wen Cishu turned his head and looked forward: Who allowed you to come in? Impolite.
As his footsteps got closer, he suddenly lowered his eyes to look at the transparent liquid, his two long legs bent upwards unnaturally.
Wen Cishu forgot that he never had the habit of using bath balls, and it was the little monkey who insisted on using it last time.
Before he had time to prepare himself mentally, Bo Tingyuan's long legs had already reached the edge of the bathtub.
The side light cast his shadow into the bathtub, rippling on the water and pressing down on Wen Cishu's two slender and smooth legs.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over his bent and red knees, his wet arms, his fair chest, and the two bright red spots.
The heat made Wen Cishu's skin turn red, and his lips were moist, plump and soft like peaches.
Wen Cishu pretended to be calm and glanced at his legs.
Bo Tingyuan had changed into a long black nightgown and had become the ascetic and cold monk he used to be.
"Just take a shower and go to bed."
Wen Cishu put his chin on the water surface and said, "I'll be well soon."
In the corner of his eyes, the person beside the bathtub turned around silently, and he looked up suddenly——
"I'll get the bathrobe."
The low voice made Wen Cishu curl his lips in embarrassment. He splashed the water on his face, closed his eyes, and let the water droplets slide down his face.
Bo Tingyuan returned to the bathtub and saw that his eyes were closed, with his wet black eyelashes sticking to his soft white skin.
The air was no longer filled with the sweet and fragrant scent created by the bath ball last time, but instead his temperament seemed pure and clean.
"I myself..."
"Close your eyes."
Two voices sounded at the same time.
Wen Cishu listened to his words subconsciously and felt his arms passing through his knees and back, pulling him out of the water with great force.
The water droplets on the skin fall down like a sudden rainstorm, creating a hot and humid summer atmosphere.
The water droplets hit Wen Cishu's temples at the same time.
In his daze, he thought that Bo Tingyuan's pajamas must be soaked.
Bo Tingyuan wiped the person roughly with his bathrobe, then carried the person through the screen and into his bedroom.
Wen Cishu realized that he didn't put on his bathrobe properly, but his body was already lying on the bed.
He quickly opened his wet eyelashes: "The bathrobe is wet."
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind - Bo Tingyuan was not wearing glasses.
In a flash, the bathrobe was pulled away and thrown on the ground.
Wen Cishu's black pupils shrank, and he lay naked on the dark sheets.
His dazzlingly white skin looked like a large piece of soft blancmange.
Without giving him a chance to reach out and grab the quilt, Bo Tingyuan lifted his chin, leaned over and kissed him, the aggression more than the tenderness of the passionate kiss in the morning.
The pain in his lower lip made Wen Cishu grab something randomly, but Bo Tingyuan grabbed his five fingers and pressed them on the pillow.
He stared at him, frowned and muttered, "Why did you bite me?"
Bo Tingyuan stared at the man whose every part was so soft that it seemed like he could squeeze out juice from it. He didn't answer, but instead gently bit his chin again, then his soft earlobe, the charming little mole on the side of his neck, and his soft neck.
Under the kiss of this pair of hot thin lips, Wen Cishu couldn't help but straighten his waist.
His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, his legs were bent, and his feet were rubbing back and forth on the sheets.
Bo Tingyuan heard the "boom, boom, boom" heartbeat, raised his gloomy and deep eyes, touched his lips, rested his nose against his, and slowly slowed down his breathing.
Although he didn't say a word, Wen Cishu knew that he was trying to adjust his overly rapid breathing.
He rubbed his nose softly.
Wen Cishu could feel the restlessness around him.
The lust that Bo Tingyuan leaked out was like a thick fog and miasma, which not only swallowed up himself, but also enveloped Wen Cishu.
Wen Cishu wrapped his arms around his narrow waist, pouted his lips and touched the corner of his lips, saying shamefully but sweetly: "Bo Tingyuan, when you kiss and hug, you should say something nice, you can't be so harsh."
He is obviously very gentle, but he always shows a kind of wild beast-like ferocity.
Bo Tingyuan's palm felt his chest gradually calming down, and he rubbed the corner of his lips with lingering satisfaction. His hoarse voice was low and sexy.
"What's nice to hear?"
“…”
Wen was stuck in the dictionary and poked his arm with his finger, "Didn't your teacher at the French school teach you? Or did you not pay attention in class?"
After saying this, he realized how ridiculous it was and silently closed his lips.
Bo Tingyuan rested his forehead against his and chuckled muffledly.
What he said was really a bit unreasonable, and Wen Cishu was also infected by him and laughed out loud.
His lips just opened slightly in a smile when they were tightly blocked.
In the deep kiss that almost made him drown, Bo Tingyuan panted lightly and said in a coaxing tone: "Teacher Wen, can you teach me?" 】
The sexy and charming voice easily aroused Wen Cishu's desire.
He was breathing rapidly, the fluids in his body were boiling, and his body was reacting.
Wen Cishu was embarrassed and tried to grab the quilt to block it, but was held down by Bo Tingyuan's hand.
"you……"
Bo Tingyuan kissed his earlobes and lips, and gently comforted him: [Don't be shy, goodbye. 】
Wen Cishu closed his eyes and his body gradually calmed down.
Then he realized another thing: why did Bo Tingyuan not react after several attempts at getting close to him?
Wen Cishu pressed his chest against Bo Tingyuan, and found that he was the only one who was so excited.
——Is his concentration so good?
In a flash, a bullet fired three weeks ago suddenly hit Wen Cishu right between the eyebrows.
"For men's health, go to Boai - a regular specialist hospital with experts on duty"
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