Chapter 65
Small flower hall.
Wen Cishu sat down to eat breakfast, and Aunt Zhong accompanied him.
He got up late today, close to noon.
Bo Tingyuan went to the company in the morning, but Bo Yiming had not returned home yet.
Wen Cishu ate his brunch tastelessly, feeling annoyed when he thought of the unexpected incident last night.
He raised his hand and scratched the back of his shoulder.
Aunt Zhong saw him touch it twice this morning and couldn't help asking, "Are you allergic again?"
I don’t know about Wen Cishu, but I just feel a little itchy.
He turned around, pulled out his stand-up collar home clothes, and asked Aunt Zhong to help take a look.
Half a minute later, Aunt Zhong said nothing.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu pulled back his clothes and looked at her with a strange expression, "What happened? Were you bitten by a bug?"
Aunt Zhong looked at the second young master's innocent face, and the energetic appearance of the eldest young master of the Bo family in the morning appeared in front of her eyes.
She said simply and crisply: "Tooth marks."
"Ah?" Wen Cishu raised his eyelids suddenly and met Aunt Zhong's calm eyes. He instantly felt guilty and embarrassed. He wished he could disappear from the spot. He could only force himself to remain calm, "Oh."
Aunt Zhong pushed the tablet on the table and said in a neutral tone: "I think this star is pretty good. It is a combination of stillness and movement with Yiming."
Wen Cishu: Aunt Zhong! Could you not be less abrupt in the way you change the subject? !
But in this case, he immediately followed up: "Well, Xingxing is very emotionally stable and a little more mature than her actual age."
But as soon as the air became quiet, he fell into embarrassment again.
——Bo Tingyuan is really something!
Wen Cishu forced himself to shift his attention to the tablet.
In the picture, Bo Yiming and Xingxing are driving a cartoon car.
At this time, Uncle Xu walked in: "Sir, cell phone."
"Thanks."
Wen Cishu reached out to take it, as he had forgotten to take it when he went downstairs.
There was a message from Bo Tingyuan on the phone, asking him what he was doing.
Wen Cishu took a photo of the dining table.
Then a video popped up on the screen, which was farm surveillance footage recorded with a mobile phone.
On the comfortable big bed, Bo Yiming was sleeping soundly, hugging the quilt with his back exposed.
Xingxing covered her brother with a quilt in a sleepy state.
Bo Yiming in the dream seemed to have some sense, and began to push his feet outwards towards the stars.
Wen Cishu: "..."
Fortunately, Xingxing reacted quickly, pushed her brother to turn around, and continued to sleep on his back.
Wen Cishu saw the time above the screen, it was a little after twelve o'clock last night.
So after he fell asleep, Bo Tingyuan not only had time to bite the back of his shoulder, but also had time to pay attention to his son?
As expected, it’s Bo Tingyuan.
Bo Yiming on the tablet suddenly waved at the camera and mouthed: Little daddy!
Wen Cishu called immediately: "Yiming?"
Bo Yiming held the watch and said with a smile: "Little Dad, Xingxing said he wanted to play tennis with me, but I forgot to prepare it. Can you send a tennis racket from home?"
Wen Cishu did not agree immediately, but asked: "Are you not going home today? How long are you going to play on the farm? Xingxing's mother might be worried too."
"Little daddy~~~" Bo Yiming puffed up his cheeks and tried to act cute: "It'll be this afternoon. I promise to go home and have dinner with little daddy."
"Okay." Wen Cishu agreed and arranged for Uncle Xu to send it over.
The two young boys in the surveillance video instantly jumped for joy.
Wen Cishu looked at Xingxing's lively figure and then at the joy of his own little monkey, and couldn't help thinking that it would be nice if they could really become childhood sweethearts.
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Bathroom in the second floor bedroom.
Wen Cishu turned sideways to face the mirror and pulled open his clothes to check the back of his shoulders.
It was a deep red, as if it had spread from the skin.
It turns out that Aunt Zhong was "lying".
Those are not teeth marks, they are clearly kiss marks, and there are more than one.
As his clothes were slowly pulled down, along his spine to his lower back, and even to his chest, abdomen, and the inside of his arms...
The skin, as delicate and white as pear blossoms, seems to be covered with petals of varying shades.
In broad daylight, Wen Cishu seemed to have seen something extraordinary and instantly pulled up his clothes to wrap himself up.
——When did you kiss?
But he slept so deeply the whole night that he couldn't remember clearly.
Only the kiss marks of different shades seemed to silently reveal that Bo Tingyuan had left them at different times.
Wen Cishu buttoned his shirt tightly.
Fasten all the buttons as never before.
The image of dressing in front of the mirror is superimposed with the image of putting on a shirt last night.
Wen Cishu waved away this improper association, but was inexplicably puzzled: Where is the shirt?
He walked quickly to the cloakroom, suppressing unnecessary fantasies, and looked for his shirt.
But there was no trace.
Wen Cishu looked at the empty clothes rack and fell silent:
Could it be that Bo Tingyuan is missing?
He glanced at the velvet sofa and floor lamp, turned around and walked out.
His strides were so long that it seemed as if there was some poisonous snake or beast in the cloakroom ready to devour him.
Wen Cishu walked to the table, picked up the antique phone on the table, and dialed Aunt Zhong on the first floor.
After the call was connected, he asked, "Aunt Zhong, did anyone go into Yiming's dad's cloakroom to clean up this morning?"
"It shouldn't be." Aunt Zhong was quick-witted and asked immediately, "Is something missing?"
"No." Wen Cishu asked instead, a thought flashing through his mind.
——Only one hanger was empty. Does it mean that Bo Tingyuan wore that black shirt to the company?
"Aunt Zhong, what color shirt did you see him wearing this morning?"
Aunt Zhong answered without thinking, "Black. Except for the white one you wore on your birthday, they are all the same."
"Okay." Wen Cishu hung up the phone and sat in the large armchair.
He imagined Bo Tingyuan wearing that shirt, meeting with senior executives, or going out for a formal business meeting...
Wen Cishu's face was turning red.
His eyes slowly lowered and happened to fall on the black metal handle of the drawer.
Thinking of Bo Tingyuan in his mind, his fingertips unconsciously fiddled with the small handle.
Um?
Is Bo Tingyuan’s medicine in there?
Wen Cishu's hand seemed to have been scalded. He dropped it hastily and sat upright.
——If we knew the specific medicine, could we learn more about Bo Tingyuan’s condition?
He raised his head to glance at the roof with a guilty look, as if to check whether there were any surveillance devices in the room.
He tried to prepare himself mentally, muttering to himself: "I'll just take a look, please don't be angry."
The rollers at the bottom of the drawer made a soft, smooth sound.
However, the neatly organized items inside caught Wen Cishu off guard.
Back cloud, book dial, Rene Char's poetry collection, ribbon, and a small black velvet jewelry box.
Wen Cishu's fingertips couldn't help but touch the retro dark green ribbon. Wasn't this the one he wore when blindfolding himself on his birthday?
Driven by curiosity, he gently opened the jewelry box and found a thin platinum necklace.
Wen Cishu's eyes quickly fell on the ring on his ring finger.
If he remembered correctly, Bo Tingyuan should have been wearing the necklace until he returned the ring to him.
With a "click", the jewelry box was closed.
His expression was more complicated than ever before, and then he discovered two identical poetry collections.
One had a creased cover, while the other had yellowed pages.
In the book with the crease there was also a piece of handwritten card by Wen Cishu. He had seen it before but had not noticed the crease.
He guessed that Bo Tingyuan had folded it accidentally and wanted to return him a new one.
But things are unpredictable, and the difference between the new and old books is too obvious, so anyone with a discerning eye can tell them apart.
Wen Cishu was so moved that he couldn't help laughing as he picked up two poetry books, but he happened to see the card at the bottom.
All written in English.
The more Wen Cishu read, the more frightened he became. His pupils constricted and his brows furrowed.
"...suppressant drugs, side effects...long term medication...use with caution."
For the first time in his life, he was worried that his English was not good enough, so he took out his mobile phone and found an online translation software.
After entering a few sentences, there was no difference in the translation results.
Therefore, separation anxiety suppressant drugs do have serious side effects, and this side effect is obviously closely related to Bo Tingyuan's body.
What a poisonous medicine!
No wonder the original book has never been revealed to anyone. It’s obviously not as simple as separation anxiety.
Wen Cishu ignored everything else and looked in the drawer, trying to find the medicine.
However, it is not seen.
He held the card and said to himself, "Did you bring the medicine to the company? Did you take it during the day?"
How can I stop taking the medicine?
Wen Cishu fell into anxiety for no reason.
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farm.
Bo Yiming welcomed the little father and pulled him to the ridge in front. "Little father, I want to grow something here with Xingxing, but we haven't thought about it yet. Do you have any good ideas?"
"Are you going to grow food?" Wen Cishu looked at the two cute children and said, "How about planting a tree together? Watering it regularly and slowly waiting for it to grow, should be very meaningful."
Xingxing's eyes lit up, she turned to look at Brother Yiming and nodded vigorously. “The kind with flowers.”
"OK."
Bo Yiming immediately accepted the suggestion, "Little Dad, can you help us choose later?"
"Yeah." Wen Cishu came to take them home.
Xingxing's father is busy in the hospital today, and Chu Han has to film a movie, so he has to be responsible for sending Xingxing back home safely.
When packing his luggage, Bo Yiming took out all the toothpaste and toothbrush that Xingxing had packed.
"Yiming?" Wen Cishu was puzzled, "You won't let Xingxing go back to her home?"
Bo Yiming shook his head: "Just leave it here, we'll come back to play later."
He put his own tooth cup away as well, "Put mine there too."
He reached out and hugged Xingxing tightly, winking at his little daddy, "This is my and Xingxing's new home."
The cute and childish words made Wen Cishu smile faintly.
"Okay, let's play again in a few days."
Xingxing was not very willing to leave, so she simply put all her clothes back into the closet, and finally got an empty suitcase.
Wen Cishu burst out laughing. It seemed that he would have to explain to Chu Han later.
When the car arrived downstairs of Xingxing's house, Xingxing took the initiative to hug Brother Yiming and said, "Goodbye!"
Bo Yiming held him tightly and refused to let him go, and asked fiercely: "You don't want to call me brother anymore?"
Xingxing was hugged tightly and murmured, "Brother Yiming."
Bo Yiming patted his back, making a thumping sound.
"Yiming, don't hurt Xingxing."
Wen Cishu hurriedly grabbed his wrist and said, "Let's go, help Xingxing carry the suitcase."
"Oh!" Bo Yiming got out of the car readily. After the bodyguard opened the trunk, he stood on tiptoe to take out the empty box.
He picked it up deliberately, making sure it was empty, with a big smile on his face.
The father and son, along with a bodyguard, walked the star upstairs and handed it to the elderly man at home before returning home.
After the two left, Xingxing quickly ran to the balcony and looked down from afar.
He found two black cars and watched them drive slowly one after the other until they disappeared from his sight.
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Bo Yiming was being particularly clingy tonight. He lay on his little father's bed, chattering non-stop like a little sparrow.
Wen Cishu leaned sideways, listening patiently with a gentle expression.
"After the show is over, we'll go to France, and then you can start school properly. Dad will pick you up and drop you off every day, okay?"
Bo Yiming suddenly raised his head, looking surprised and asked, "Daddy will pick you up?"
He imagined a beautiful scene and rubbed his cheek against his father's arm: "Just pick me up from school. Father, you should get more sleep in the morning."
"Okay~"
Wen Cishu remembered this incident and hugged the kid. In a few years, he would grow up to be a rebellious teenager, and there might never be such a warm time again.
When Bo Tingyuan returned home after work, Wen Cishu reminded him to be gentler and not wake the child.
Bo Yiming slept soundly in his arms.
Bo Tingyuan looked at the father and son lying warmly on the bed, and raised his hand to untie his tie.
Wen Cishu immediately noticed his black shirt and looked away as if his eyes were burned.
Bo Tingyuan noticed his expression and lowered his voice: "I'm going to take a shower."
Wen Cishu subconsciously glanced at the screen and said softly: "Then tonight..."
His eyes wandered, but finally they raised slightly, met Bo Tingyuan's silent gaze, and pursed his lower lips hard.
When he thought they would rest separately tonight, Bo Tingyuan bent down, pulled his quilt over his son, and picked him up with his arms through his knees.
He suppressed the sweetness welling up in his heart and looked closely at Bo Tingyuan's cold and hard profile.
As he walked towards the screen, Bo Tingyuan freed his hand to turn off the light in the bedroom, leaving only a night light.
They both looked at the kid on the big bed at the same time, and then looked at each other tacitly.
The moment the sliding screen door closed, Bo Tingyuan quickly kissed his lips.
Wen Cishu seemed to be accustomed to taking off his glasses at such moments.
After a passionate kiss that was almost suffocating, Bo Tingyuan carried him to bed, covered him with a blanket, pinched his earlobe and rubbed it: "Wait for me."
Wen Cishu was stared at by his deep eyes. He pinched the temples of his glasses with his fingers and turned them, and urged in a low voice: "Go wash up quickly."
Bo Tingyuan did not leave. He held his fair and soft chin and glanced at his moist lips.
"Say you'll wait for me."
His tone was both overly gentle and almost commanding, making his already deep and magnetic voice seem even sexier.
Wen Cishu was like a bewitched person: "Well, I'll wait for you."
Bo Tingyuan bent down and touched his lips.
Wen Cishu also wanted to hug and kiss him, but he was afraid that it would affect his rest too late, so he had to support his shoulders: "Be obedient, go quickly."
He has something very important to say.
These words made Bo Tingyuan smile softly, and he pinched his face before standing up.
Wen Cishu leaned against the head of the bed and put on a pair of frameless plain glasses that were a little too big for him.
His eyes followed Bo Tingyuan's tall back through the lenses, watching him slowly take off his suit and vest.
The muscle lines under the shirt are full of hormones.
Just when Wen Cishu thought he was going to take off his shirt in front of him, he walked towards the bathroom.
“…”
He pushed his nose up to cover his glasses and despised himself deeply.
While Bo Tingyuan was taking a bath, Wen Cishu spoke again.
He was determined to accompany him through any difficulties, so he hoped that Bo Tingyuan could know his attitude and position.
He even hoped that Bo Tingyuan could trust him, just as he trusted Bo Tingyuan.
Plan everything carefully and read some dictionaries to encourage yourself.
However, when Bo Tingyuan came over in his pajamas, Wen Cishu shrank his neck.
This black nightgown was filled with a sense of oppression as great as a mountain, making Bo Tingyuan, whose facial features were already three-dimensional and strong, appear even more solemn and unapproachable.
Wen Cishu opened his mouth and said strangely, "There seems to be a robe of a different color in the closet?"
"Hmm?" Bo Tingyuan stood beside the bed and asked, "Don't you like it?"
"...Not really. It's just too dark." Wen Cishu muttered, and then he untied his belt and took off his pajamas.
The powerful figure was exposed so directly that Wen Cishu suddenly didn't know where to look.
What is Bo Tingyuan doing?
That's not what he meant!
Bo Tingyuan threw his nightgown at the end of the bed, lifted the quilt and got into bed, hugged Wen Cishu, who had his eyes lowered like a quail, and let him sit on his lap.
Wen Cishu realized that he seemed to be sitting on his lower body through his clothes, and he became extremely panic-stricken.
"Well... you're not going to sleep?"
Bo Tingyuan lifted his chin, traced his face with his eyes, and said slowly in French: [I missed you very much today]
The furious Wen Cishu was calmed down instantly. He stared at his thin lips, wanting to kiss him a little bit.
No, no.
He has other serious matters to attend to.
"I want to talk to you." Wen Cishu started off a little stiffly, trying his best to control his tone and manner.
Bo Tingyuan rubbed the side of his neck, his fingertips sweeping across the slender and sexy collarbone. "Um?"
Wen Cishu used all his emotional intelligence, stared at him closely, and after choosing his words, he quickly said, "That's right, I want to tell you that no matter what side effects the separation anxiety medication produces, I... I will always be with you. You don't need to have any psychological pressure."
Bo Tingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Aftereffects?"
"No, no, I mean the side effects."
Wen Cishu no longer dared to look him in the eye, fearing that he would throw her off the bed, so she quickly hugged his waist with her arms and spoke earnestly, "Besides, when we get older, we will be the same... Actually, it's nothing."
The more he spoke, the more guilty he felt, especially since Bo Tingyuan's silent attitude really made him confused.
Bo Tingyuan frowned, and seeing that he looked down and didn't even look at him, he asked, "Are you getting older?"
Wen Cishu nodded and murmured in relief: "My health is not good to begin with, so... that aspect is not necessary..."
that? That aspect?
Bo Tingyuan's brain worked quickly, and his brows relaxed in an instant: "Is it not necessary?"
Wen Cishu breathed a sigh of relief
——He understood!
After being husband and wife for ten years, they still have a tacit understanding.
Then, he felt Bo Tingyuan's palms rubbing his lower back in an ambiguous way, and then he remembered the kiss marks on his body that had not been completely removed from the shower, and suddenly thought:
Maybe you’re not physically able to do it, but you still want it mentally?
"...No, what I mean is that it is necessary, but it cannot be forced. It's just that - nothing will affect our relationship."
Bo Tingyuan had already understood from his few words why he made such a pious promise.
He leaned over to Wen Cishu, his lips touching hers, his hot breath passing over hers, and asked softly, "Are you just giving up like that?"
"ah?"
Wen Cishu was at a loss.
Bo Tingyuan leaned back, his green eyes hiding a hint of smile: "This afternoon, I went to the hospital."
Wen Cishu pricked up his ears and stared at him with his bright black eyes. "Um?"
"The doctor recommended that the medication be discontinued gradually."
Bo Tingyuan looked at him deeply, as if considering something.
"What about your illness? What should I do?"
Wen Cishu was anxious. Seeing that he remained silent, he became even more anxious. He urged him softly, "Well? Speak. Are you going to hide it from me again? I am not yours..."
Bo Tingyuan asked: "You are not what to me?"
Wen Cishu suddenly remembered the name he used in the previous show, and he immediately changed his tone and said confidently, "I am your other half."
A faint smile appeared on Bo Tingyuan's lips. "Yeah, my other half."
Seeing that he was still keeping it a secret, Wen Cishu became even more anxious: "Tell me quickly, what happens after you stop taking the medicine?"
"The doctor said that it might be necessary," Bo Tingyuan looked at him, paused for half a second, and lowered his voice beside his ear and said, "My significant other, cooperate with the treatment."
Hot air poured into his ears, Wen Cishu was distracted, and pursed his dry lips, "How...how to treat it?"
Bo Tingyuan's lips touched his ears: "It's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Wen Cishu: "..."
What's so good about keeping your appetite on edge about this kind of thing?
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