Chapter 64
"Little Daddy, what are you and Big Daddy going to eat?"
On the phone, Bo Yiming asked in a greasy voice, "Can you let me see it?"
Wen Cishu smiled and glanced at Bo Tingyuan beside him, adjusted the rear camera of the video call, and took a picture of the dinner on the table.
“Do you want the restaurant to prepare one and send it to the farm?”
They were eating Huaiyang cuisine today, the dishes were relatively simple and the taste was light.
Bo Yiming looked at the dishes and said with a smile: "No, I will go to eat in a day."
He held up the sandwich in his hand, "Little Daddy, this is a sandwich that my brother Xingxing and I made together. Did you and Big Daddy see it on the surveillance camera? Did you not see it?"
Wen Cishu pointed at the tablet on the table and said, "I'm watching. Wave to the camera."
Bo Yiming stood up and jumped in front of the surveillance camera, seemingly happy that his two fathers paid attention to him while having dinner.
Wen Cishu added: "Not only us, Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong are watching at home, so you have to be good."
"I'm very good, and my brother Xingxing is also very good. Right?" Bo Yiming poked Xingxing who was concentrating on eating a sandwich.
Xingxing smiled and ran to the other side.
After Bo Tingyuan gave a few words of advice, the call ended.
Wen Cishu put away his phone, couldn't help but yawned loudly with his hands covering his lips, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Today is a busy day. We have been running around from the airport to the farm.
Bo Tingyuan held his hand and rubbed his slender and slightly cool fingers: "Let's watch the movie next time."
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu's moist black eyes paused for a moment, and he asked softly, "So are you going home so early?"
An inexplicable sense of loss surfaced.
Bo Tingyuan's green eyes behind the glasses carefully examined his expression: "Don't tire yourself out."
Wen Cishu puffed up his cheeks unconsciously, feeling unwilling.
Although the wonderful dating time is short, it can’t be that short, right?
"Wait a while before going back, okay?" He gently shook Bo Tingyuan's hand and used his trump card, "Daddy~"
After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips, and his black and white eyes stared at Bo Tingyuan, his handsome face filled with innocence.
As a result, this person was unexpectedly unmoved. His lenses reflected an icy light, exuding an inexplicable sense of inhuman coldness.
Wen Cishu: It’s over, the trick is too old and it doesn’t work anymore.
He was just about to find a way out when he heard him say "hmm" indifferently.
His eyes flashed: "Then let's go to the movies?"
Bo Tingyuan squeezed his hand and said, "I'd better not watch the movie."
"Ah?" Wen Cishu's sudden interest was hit back by a blow, and he really wanted to throw a tantrum on the spot like a little monkey.
He stared at the unhurried man: "Are you still going back?"
Bo Tingyuan glanced out the restaurant window.
"Walk a little and then go back."
This restaurant is located on a high floor with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides.
At this time, the night sky is sapphire blue and the crescent moon is like an eyebrow.
Diners in each room can enjoy delicious food while appreciating the moon.
Wen Cishu was satisfied when he heard this.
But although Bo Tingyuan was talking, he didn't move at all and looked calm and composed.
Wen Cishu deliberately raised his hand high and tapped his palm gently, warning him, "Why don't you move? Mr. Bo, you are so slow."
Bo Tingyuan took his entire appearance in sight and couldn't help but smile.
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Then the two of them left the elevator and got into the car.
Wen Cishu was puzzled. Isn’t it just for a walk?
Bo Tingyuan put his arm around his shoulders, pulled him into his arms, and told Master Liu the name of a street.
Wen Cishu did not ask any more questions, but just wondered:
Bo Tingyuan actually knows where to go for a walk on a date?
The night was dark and the lights of vehicles on the road flashed past the car.
The colorful light swept across Wen Cishu's face, as if it was decorating him.
While he was looking at Bo Tingyuan quietly, he was also being stared at by the other party.
His vision was blurry and his eyes were ambiguous.
Half a minute later, Wen Cishu was defeated, and his fingers twisted and scratched randomly in his palm, but were finally held tightly.
He was about to feel childish when Bo Tingyuan's face leaned over and touched the corner of his lips.
Wen Cishu felt as if he had been fed a mouthful of honey, and couldn't help but gently bump him with his knee.
——Master Liu is driving!
About ten minutes later, the car stopped.
Bo Tingyuan handed the tablet to Uncle Liu and asked him to watch the surveillance video of the farm.
"Master Liu, you don't have to follow me. If Yiming has anything, come to me."
"Okay." Master Liu took it and saw the young master and stars playing with Lego toys on the screen.
Wen Cishu bent down and looked at the scenery outside through the car window.
It was originally a small cable-stayed iron bridge over the river. They were now parked under one side of the bridge, and from a distance they could see the orange light strips under the bridge.
Before getting off the car, Bo Tingyuan took off his suit jacket, put it on Wen Cishu's shoulders, then lowered his eyes and buttoned it.
The two of them were very close, and Wen Cishu was wrapped in complete warmth. His eyes moved from his bony fingers to his focused, deep green eyes.
Although Bo Tingyuan's shirt and vest fit tightly to his body and every button was fastened tightly, Wen Cishu felt that he was so sexy at the moment.
When Bo Tingyuan withdrew his hand, Wen Cishu raised his head and kissed him on the chin, smiled slyly, turned around, pushed open the door on the other side and got out quickly.
Master Liu, who happened to be looking up at the rearview mirror, immediately lowered his head.
After today's "emergency incident", he felt it necessary to advise the eldest young master to drive a vehicle with front and rear partitions when going to work in the future.
Wen Cishu walked to the black railing, looked at the sparkling river flowing in front of him, and was embraced and walked towards the bridge.
The two were speechless, just immersed in feeling the complete relaxation and beauty of this moment.
When he walked onto the iron bridge, Wen Cishu discovered that cars were not allowed to pass on the bridge at this time, and there were only a few pedestrians walking on the bridge.
Because the bridge is too quiet, when cars pass by on the roads at both ends of the bridge, there will be a quick wind sound in response. The special structure of the bridge will also make a special sound, pulling the people on the bridge into another world.
In addition, the lights on the bridge were dim and there were few people around, making it look like a dreamy midnight scene from an art film.
Wen Cishu leaned on the railing of the bridge, looked at the orange-shimmering river, turned his head and asked, "Why did you bring me here?" What's so special?
Bo Tingyuan explained calmly, "When he was in a hurry, Master Liu drove by several times."
He turned his head to look at the bridge behind him. "It's a nice view from the car."
The night wind blew Wen Cishu's hair, and the tips of his hair swayed gently in the air.
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand, brushed his hair with his long fingers, and rested his fingertips on the side of his smooth face. He gently stroked it with his thumb, and then spoke slowly in French: [I hope there is a suitable opportunity to come over and walk with you. 】
Wen Cishu's heart suddenly ached and he frowned.
His black eyes were soaked with the silvery moonlight, almost like tears.
Bo Tingyuan put his large hands around his back and pressed him into his arms. His palms slid down his silky black hair and rubbed it hard.
Amid the gurgling of the water and the rubbing of their ears, Wen Cishu hugged his waist tightly with both arms and said word by word: "Bo Tingyuan, no matter what happens, let's face it together, okay?"
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan placed a tender kiss on the side of his face, his lips against his ears, "Okay, it's time to go back and rest."
Wen Cishu: "..."
It actually made him flash back to his student days, when his parents always said, "Okay, okay, you can do this and that."
He leaned on his shoulder, poked his chin with a finger, and muttered, "No, I can't be a child."
Bo Tingyuan held his wrist: "Then why do you call me Daddy?"
"..." Wen Cishu instinctively pulled his hand back, but it ended up holding him even tighter.
There was a hint of teasing in Bo Tingyuan's intense eyes behind his glasses, and he bent his head slightly to kiss his wrist.
I don’t know why, but Wen Cishu’s heart felt melted.
On the way home, he felt guilty, as if he had been bewitched by the look in Bo Tingyuan's eyes just now.
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The Bo family mansion.
Second floor bathroom.
Wen Cishu washed himself in front of the mirror, his mind wandering.
When I just got home, Bo Tingyuan had just answered a phone call and went to the study, so he came to take a shower.
He was thinking about something extremely important and was hesitating whether to take action. Suddenly, his heart began to pound.
Wen Cishu was brought up to be well-behaved by his parents since he was a child, and he had never done anything daring on his own. Therefore, when he had the slightest thought, he would feel extremely nervous and also subtly excited.
This bath was taken in a hurry and in a hurry.
Wen Cishu wrapped himself in a bathrobe, tightly grasped both ends of his belt, pulled hard, and tied a knot around his waist with determination.
But when he opened the bathroom door and approached the screen, he was careful not to make any noise.
"Thin Tingyuan?"
Wen Cishu poked his head behind the screen and called softly.
Still in the study and haven’t finished the call?
When he walked into the bedroom, he noticed a sound coming from the bathroom, so he rushed into the cloakroom.
Wen Cishu's fingers quickly slid across a row of black shirts, "What about that shirt?"
The last time he bought it, he brought home a white shirt of the same style as the black one.
But the closet in front of me is full of black shirts. The difference...
There is no difference at all.
Finding that piece of clothing was like scooping up a puddle of water from the ocean.
Wen Cishu put his hand on the shoulder of a black shirt, frowned and thought, where should he put it? Do you want to ask Aunt Zhong?
But when they came back, Uncle Xu said that Aunt Zhong had gone back to her room to rest, and they probably fell asleep by now.
"dictionary?"
A low call sounded out of nowhere.
“Ah~?!”
Wen Cishu was so frightened that he lost his voice, almost jumped up and turned his head. Seeing the men surrounded by darkness, he patted his chest.
Bo Tingyuan frowned, afraid that he had frightened him and made his heart uncomfortable, so he stepped forward and patted his back. "Are you okay?"
Wen Cishu shook his head, and before he could ask, he stammered and explained guiltily: "It's just... I suddenly remembered the shirt I bought, the black one. I wanted to try it on to see if it fits me."
He pointed to the neatly arranged similar shirts, "But I couldn't find it."
Bo Tingyuan looked at him: "Try now?"
"Hmm...hmm." Wen Cishu nodded affirmatively.
Bo Tingyuan didn't ask any more questions and turned sideways to get the shirt, but suddenly as if he remembered something, he raised his hand and took out the black shirt he was going to wear tomorrow.
"That one isn't here. This one is the same size, would you like to try it?"
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu took the shirt doubtfully and looked at it carefully. "Really?"
Bo Tingyuan took out the hanger.
"I'll do it myself." Wen Cishu pulled out the cool shirt.
Just when he thought Bo Tingyuan was about to leave the cloakroom, he heard the sound of him turning off the ceiling light.
The only thing left in the room was a tall, slender retro floor lamp.
Wen Cishu turned his head in confusion, only to see Bo Tingyuan sitting on the velvet sofa, looking at him from a distance.
The floor lamp was just behind the sofa, and the light could not illuminate his face with its deep and three-dimensional features, but it brought out his oppressive feeling to the extreme.
The high nose bridge divides the face into two sides, light and dark. The glasses lenses refract the light, which is also warm and cold.
Clearly, there was a space between him and the sofa between the dictionary and the lamp, but at this moment he felt as if he was firmly locked in by the pale spotlight on the stage, and the fingers that were holding his shirt couldn't help but curl up tightly.
What's going on?
Bo Tingyuan just turned the tables?
Wen Cishu remembered his plan, forced himself to suppress his shame, turned around and walked to the dressing mirror.
He looked at himself in the mirror, gritted his teeth, and pulled his belt open with force.
The velvet bathrobe, stained with water, slid heavily from the smooth shoulders, revealing a slender, snow-white body.
Wen Cishu's book looks as pure as jade in the dim light.
The man sitting in the half shadow raised his head slightly and looked at the graceful figure from afar.
Wen Cishu could fully feel his sharp and focused gaze, and felt like every inch of his skin was burning.
He decided to say something to ease the silence. While putting on his black shirt, he pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I don't know if Yiming has rested. He agreed to it just now in the car, so he might come back to play again."
But to his surprise, Bo Tingyuan's voice was calmer than his, as if he was just chatting casually.
Bo Tingyuan: "It's rare for Yiming to go out with friends overnight, it's normal."
Wen Cishu observed him in the mirror and found that he was still leaning back on the sofa, crossing his legs lazily, as if he didn't take himself seriously at all.
Wen Cishu had a bad feeling and felt that he had made a stupid decision.
He simply looked at the shirt carefully: "It's too big, right? The style is also too formal, it doesn't seem to suit me."
Bo Tingyuan said calmly: "Come here and let me take a look."
When Wen Cishu heard his casual tone, his heart sank and he was certain that he did not tell the truth last time.
Separation anxiety may be a cover-up.
It was a short distance, but it was too difficult for Wen Cishu to walk the few steps.
His mind was full of random thoughts. He decided that he must never hurt Bo Tingyuan's feelings and must treat him extremely well.
Physical problems are not a problem.
As long as the two of them live a smooth life and watch their children grow up, that is the most important thing.
It is said that young couples will be companions in old age. Wen Cishu thought that since he had been with her for ten years, he would be with her for the rest of his life.
After his slightly cool wrist was gripped by the hot palm, he looked at the man on the sofa in a daze.
Afterwards, he was pulled over forcefully and thrown into Bo Tingyuan's extremely slender vagina.
Before Wen Cishu could react, Bo Tingyuan put his fingers on his shirt buttons and slowly unbuttoned them.
"Um?"
Bo Tingyuan: "Wrong button."
Wen Cishu lowered his head and found that there was still one button left on his collar. Indeed, all of them were buttoned incorrectly.
But when his fingertips brushed the skin of her chest and unbuttoned her clothes one by one, she seemed to realize something and stepped back.
But the hand on his waist tightened instantly, holding him down and preventing him from moving.
When all the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and the lapels opened, Wen Cishu suddenly felt embarrassed, and it was too late to say anything.
When Bo Tingyuan raised his gaze, he blinked, and his long eyelashes fluttered in the light.
Bo Tingyuan kneaded his soft waist with his fingers, sniffed the clean and refreshing fragrance around him, and reminded him in a low voice: "Help me take off my glasses."
Wen Cishu's heart trembled, his fingertips were numb, and the hand on his shoulder slowly rose up uncontrollably and gently took off his glasses.
Afterwards, Bo Tingyuan's hormones suddenly burst out, completely enveloping Wen Cishu.
His eyes couldn't help but stare at Bo Tingyuan's lips. He felt as if he was being burned, and his lips and tongue were dry.
Bo Tingyuan tilted his neck back, his thick and round Adam's apple becoming more prominent, and he took the initiative to kiss his confused lover.
Wen Cishu wrapped his arms around his shoulders like a snake.
He was clearly the one standing, but Bo Tingyuan's aggressive attitude made him the passive one.
His knees were spread apart by powerful legs, his waist tightened, and Wen Cishu was held in his arms and sat on his lap.
The two kissed passionately.
When Wen Cishu felt his palm pass over his shirt and rub his waist and back heavily, he couldn't help but let out a light hum.
But what he didn't expect was that Bo Tingyuan actually pulled off the black shirt while kissing him.
"Uh..." Wen Cishu tilted his head back, shook his black hair gently like silk, and looked at the person in front of him in surprise.
The corners of his eyes were red, and the blush on his skin looked like rose petals.
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his thumb and his eyes slowly swept over his skin, with an extremely terrifying and dirty desire hidden in his eyes.
His palms stroked his back again and again, as if to comfort him or to feel his heartbeat with his palms.
The back of Wen Ci's book was so thin that it felt like his palm was brushing across his heart.
But he didn't feel any danger. He just leaned against his chest naked and shyly, and raised his head to touch his lips, hoping that he would stop staring at him.
The passionate kisses went all the way down, from the chin to the neck, collarbone, and then to the chest.
Wen Cishu was completely under his control. He could not hide or avoid him. He could only raise his neck and take deep breaths, but only his roaring hormones made his whole body explode with heat.
Then, he was turned around by a huge force and sat down with his back against Bo Tingyuan, his back pressed tightly against his hot and strong chest.
Bo Tingyuan opened his knees, revealing two smooth, white, long legs pressing against his black nightgown.
Wen Cishu lifted his feet into the air and swayed slightly. The dangerous aura behind him made it impossible for him to concentrate on thinking. He wanted to straighten his waist but was held tightly by the arms.
When Bo Tingyuan's palm slid up his thigh, he let out a light sound in his throat.
Bo Tingyuan felt his heartbeat with his chest and kissed his earlobe with his thin lips: "If you feel uncomfortable, call my name."
Wen Cishu moved impatiently in his arms, like a fish that accidentally jumped onto the shore, opened his dry lips and spoke incoherently: "What if... it's not the heart?"
The response he got was a muffled and sexy chuckle in his ear.
Wen Cishu's ears buzzed, and at the same time, Bo Tingyuan's palm rubbed him.
Then he could neither hear nor see anything, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and only the man in front of him was real.
Two milky white calves twisted and clung to Bo Tingyuan's powerful long legs, and the round, jade-like toes curled up several times, as if looking for a clear support.
Bo Tingyuan paused in the middle, waiting for his heaving chest to calm down.
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Late at night, Bo Tingyuan carried him to bed.
In a daze, Wen Cishu seemed to see him leaning close to her, with his cheek lightly touching hers.
Some thought seemed to pass through his brain, but he was very sleepy. He fell into Bo Tingyuan's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
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