Chapter 73
In the short half minute that Wen Cishu and Bo Tingyuan returned to the car.
The audience watching the live broadcast filled the screen with crazy comments, which were even synchronized to multiple platforms.
Because Wen Cishu did not turn off the microphone from the time he got off the car to wash his hands and then talked to Bo Tingyuan.
The audience heard their conversation clearly.
[Bo Tingyuan, kiss?] I was tricked into coming here to kill the dog by the show, right? 】
[Ahhhhhhh, my wife is so gentle and sweet in private. I also want a wife who sweetly asks for kisses! 】
【Daddy just replied, "Okay, I see?" So cold? Is it suitable? Drag him out and give him 100 strokes of the cane.
[Shouldn’t I just hug my wife and kiss her at this time? Daddy, if you don’t know how to kiss, let me do it! 】
[What did daddy’s sexy voice say later? It's not English either, does anyone understand it? 】
[It is French, and it should mean "wait until night"]
【? ? ? Do you mean we can kiss tonight? Ah this, ah this, is this something we can listen to? 】
[Kiss at night?] How to kiss? Where to kiss? Can I broadcast live? 】
[A little fun between husband and wife?] Speaking French at this time? Hehehe...suddenly I started thinking of some special scenes, is it also...】
In the car.
Wen Cishu sat in the passenger seat. When he saw Bo Tingyuan pressing the microphone, he was startled and uttered a hesitant syllable in his throat: "Uh..."
He suddenly looked down at the microphone, then looked slowly and desperately at Bo Tingyuan's usually calm and stern face, with a light flickering in his eyes.
Bo Tingyuan frowned, and seeing that he had reacted instantly, he reached out and grasped his wrist and rubbed it tightly: "It's okay."
Wen Cishu silently shook off his hand, turned his face away, and quietly moved his upper body towards the car window and door, trying to hide himself.
—Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The next second, Bo Tingyuan held his hand and pulled it to his lips. When he was about to pull it back, he held it tightly and put his lips against his, comforting him, "It's really okay."
Wen Cishu asked timidly: "Is... is that so?"
It was not a question to Bo Tingyuan, but rather a question to the audience.
Bo Tingyuan tried to comfort him in a very serious tone: "We are legally married."
"Oh, it seems so."
Wen Cishu noticed the gentle comfort in his eyes and calmed down a little.
——That’s right! They are a legal couple!
[Daddy is right, mommy doesn’t need to be embarrassed~~~]
[My wife is so soft. She wants to be her own wife and bully me~~ (I can’t imagine how happy my dad is to have such a wife)
Bo Yiming in the back row didn't understand what was going on, so he rushed forward and asked, "Little Dad, are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Cishu's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum: "No..."
It was just because of my own mistake that I suffered a critical hit.
Bo Yiming was about to ask more questions, but Bo Tingyuan took the initiative to change the subject: "Yiming, what do you want to eat? Let's go eat now. After dinner, take a rest, and I'll take you to play on the jet ski."
"Wow, sure!" Bo Yiming had just been staring at the fleet of white sailboats on the bay from the observation deck. "I want to go to the pier to eat seafood!"
Since he came to the beach, he naturally wanted to experience the sea activities.
Wen Cishu grabbed Bo Tingyuan's finger: "What about me? What should I play?"
He definitely can't play any overly exciting sea activities.
Bo Tingyuan said: "Let's see the wind and waves for a while. If possible, we can take a sailboat and drift for a while."
Wen Cishu nodded.
Bo Tingyuan confirmed that he had slowly recovered and nodded.
He looked at his youngest son's face in the rearview mirror and asked in a deep tone, "Captain?"
Bo Yiming cheered: "First mate, listen up, let's go eat seafood immediately!"
Wen Cishu pursed his lips and smiled softly.
The sea breeze blew in, wrapping him in warmth.
[What a sweet couple, what a happy family. I am almost turning into an old monster with red eyes. 】
[Mommy said she met daddy through a blind date. Is it true that there is marriage before love? Oh my god, the novel I read came true! I can’t believe it.
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After a seafood dinner, Wen Cishu chose a nearby seaside cafe to sit for a while, while Bo Tingyuan took his son to play on a jet ski, and the two were very close to each other.
As soon as Wen Cishu sat down, he saw him produce a black telescope from somewhere.
"You bought it? When?"
Bo Tingyuan did not comment, but only said: "We will be back soon."
Bo Yiming leaned on the back of the sofa and whispered in the little father's ear: "Little father, please come and see us later~"
Wen Cishu ruffled his hair with his backhand: "Got it. Follow Big Daddy closely and don't get washed away by the waves."
"How is that possible!"
Bo Yiming jumped up high, "I am the best and bravest captain!"
Bo Tingyuan put his arm around his son's shoulders, took one last look at Wen Cishu, and then left.
When he looked back, Wen Cishu raised his hand and mouthed: Have fun.
When the two men walked onto the beach, he adjusted the telescope to the best condition and watched their figures.
[Mommy can’t ride a jet ski because she’s not in good health? What a pity]
[The dessert my wife ordered seems delicious. Ah, take a bite.]
seaside.
Bo Tingyuan communicated with the person who rented the motorboat, and Bo Yiming chose a cool motorboat with a white and gold color scheme.
After Bo Tingyuan gave him some instructions, Bo Yiming said obediently, "Got it. Daddy, go play around first. I won't go in the water."
He turned his head and pointed to the second floor of the cafe, "My little dad is over there supervising me."
"Be good." Bo Tingyuan also glanced at Wen Cishu from a distance.
Wen Cishu naturally saw it clearly, and raised his hand and waved to indicate that he saw it.
Through the telescope, he saw Bo Tingyuan go up first with a motorboat driver, and the driver seemed to be telling him how to start the boat.
Wen Cishu was a little curious. Could it be that Bo Tingyuan opened it himself?
However, he knew that Bo Tingyuan must have been like a little monkey in his youth, full of energy and proficient in many sports, and it is very likely that he had already learned them before.
Not long after, the coach and Bo Tingyuan exchanged seats, and Bo Tingyuan drove the motorboat.
The sea water raised two rapids, like the flanks of a motorboat.
Bo Yiming looked at the figure leaning forward slightly, as powerful as an eagle, and exclaimed: "Wow! Big Daddy is so handsome!"
A crew member driving the boat said, "Does your father know how to drive? He seems to be quite skilled."
Bo Yiming nodded: "My great father can do everything, including horse riding, sword fighting, and he is also very good at playing tennis."
The staff smiled and could feel the pride in his childish tone.
Since the family of three acted separately, the photographer took pictures of Mingzai's father in a cafe, while Mingzai's group was photographed using a small camera.
Just now, Bo Yiming asked to clamp it on himself so that he could be filmed.
Therefore, the audience has the same perspective as him and can see Big Daddy driving the motorboat and hear him talking.
[Equestrianism?] fencing? Is Big Daddy that strong? 】
[With Big Daddy's height and physique, there's nothing he can't be strong at. (You can’t just kiss, you have to wait until night)
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At the same time, the cafe.
The staff on the first floor stopped the tourists who were going to the second floor with an apologetic look on their faces. "I'm so sorry, our second floor is cleared today."
There is indeed a white triangle sign at the entrance of the stairs to remind tourists to stop.
The tourist pointed in the direction of the second floor: "Huh? But I saw someone drinking under the awning up there?"
The two men sitting nearby paid close attention to what was going on here.
The staff member explained: "That's our internal staff."
She took a menu and said, "It's like this. If you are willing to spend money on our first floor, we will give you a 188 afternoon snack set meal."
"real?"
The tourist was just asking a question. He didn't really need to go to the second floor, but he thought the sea view from the second floor should be nice.
He didn't expect this little surprise, so he gladly accepted the package and sat in the sea view booth on the first floor with his bag on his back.
The staff went about preparing the set menu, while the two gentlemen who had been watching them relaxed.
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After Bo Tingyuan and the driver circled around a few times, the motorboat returned to the vicinity of the small boat again.
He reached out and picked up his son and sat him on the front seat. He carefully checked his son's life jacket again, tightened each strap, and gave him some instructions.
Bo Yiming felt safe with his grandfather's slender and powerful arms and strong chest as a protective wall. He couldn't wait to say, "Big Dad, please open it quickly. I won't move."
The motorboat roared but moved slowly forward.
"Ah? So slow?" Bo Yiming was disappointed and urged, "Dad, why don't you drive faster?"
Bo Tingyuan took care of his son and slowly increased the speed: "Yiming, you should adapt first, don't be in a hurry."
Wen Cishu, holding a telescope, watched the father and son on the motorboat, going from fast to slow and then to very fast, and his heart was lifted.
Fortunately, it was only a short section, and after experiencing it, I returned to medium speed again.
Wen Cishu watched from afar and saw that the little monkey was obviously very satisfied. He was "raising his arms and shouting" in his big father's arms, extremely excited.
When the two got off the motorboat, their clothes and pants were wet by the waves.
Bo Yiming kept talking about his excitement, "Dad, can we come back and play again in a day? That's great!"
Bo Tingyuan smoothed his son's wet hair to the top of his head, picked up the towel handed to him by the staff and wiped his face and neck: "Let's go, let's go change clothes."
He himself also draped a white bath towel over his shoulders.
From Bo Yiming's lens, the audience can clearly see that Bo Tingyuan's black shirt sticks to his arms and body, and his undulating chest and abdominal muscles are particularly prominent.
The father and son changed their clothes at the same time and went to meet Wen Cishu.
Bo Tingyuan was carrying a bag of wet clothes.
When they arrived at the cafe, he handed him over to the bodyguard who was waiting in the lounge area on the first floor.
Wen Cishu waited for the two people to come over and waved with a smile.
Bo Yiming ran over happily, hugged the little daddy's neck and put his face close to his: "Little daddy, this is so exciting!"
It’s a pity that I can’t bring my little dad along to play.
"Big Daddy was riding a jet ski just now, it was really cool, did Little Daddy see that?"
Wen Cishu glanced at Bo Tingyuan and said, "Of course I saw it. Yiming is also very handsome. Well, let's go play somewhere else."
As the family of three walked down, Wen Cishu was held by Bo Tingyuan's hand.
He looked at him somewhat puzzled.
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and signaled the photographer to follow Bo Yiming down first.
The photographer thought that the couple wanted to talk, so he walked past them and went downstairs.
This time, Wen Cishu quickly turned off the microphones of both of them.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Before he could finish his words, he was tightly embraced by Bo Tingyuan's arms, and their bodies were pressed tightly against each other.
Amid the sound of the afternoon waves, Bo Tingyuan sniffed deeply at his temples: "Is the peach-flavored drink delicious?"
When he sat down, Wen Cishutu chose a cup of peach fruit drink and said truthfully, "It's not very tasty."
He was held too tightly, and his voice was a little muffled.
"Really?" Bo Tingyuan's lips pressed against the corner of his lips, caressing them gently.
Wen Cishu then realized why no other tourists had come up to the second floor.
Apparently, when Bo Tingyuan went to negotiate, he reserved the entire second floor.
He whispered, "The photographer might be looking for us, and Yiming."
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan let go of him and straightened his collar.
Wen Cishu looked at his hand. Such a gentle movement not only confused him as to what he wanted to do, "Hmm?"
Bo Tingyuan asked in French: [Can I go back on my word? 】
"What?" Wen Cishu blinked.
Bo Tingyuan put his hand around his waist and slowly pulled him into his arms: "I don't want to wait until night." 】
Wen Cishu hesitated and pursed his lips.
It was an unconscious action, but it seemed like a small signal between the two of them.
Bo Tingyuan took his hand and touched his glasses.
Wen Cishu picked the words and whispered, "It can't be too long, otherwise Yiming and the photographer will... um!"
His eyes suddenly widened, then immediately indulged in the sudden deep kiss and closed his eyes.
A breath belonging to Bo Tingyuan was like blue waves surging towards the white beach, strong yet gentle.
Wen Cishu tightened his arms around his waist and felt the strength around him.
Just now, when he was holding the telescope, he was amazed at Bo Tingyuan's figure - slender arms and legs, well-proportioned muscles, just like David carved by Michelangelo, his body was full of gushing power and hormones.
Now, he was held tightly by these strong arms, almost embedding into his body and becoming a part of him.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, Wen Cishu took a quick breath.
Bo Tingyuan's green eyes were fixed on the look of him closing his eyes and concentrating.
At this moment, Wen Cishu's handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his expression was intoxicated, as if the kiss was not intense enough, which made Bo Tingyuan want to attack more fiercely, even kissing him until the corners of his eyes turned red.
Bo Tingyuan felt the rhythm of his heartbeat in his palm and attacked the city and territories in a premeditated manner.
Until Wen Cishu woke up, held his waist and pushed him out.
But it didn't push.
The tip of the tongue was sucked hard as if being punished.
Then, Bo Tingyuan let him go and sorted his clothes again.
When going downstairs, Wen Cishu pursed his moist lips, feeling the strong aftertaste on his numb tongue.
It was over, and he actually felt it was not enough.
Between self-criticism and criticizing others, Wen Cishu readily chose the latter.
He struck out quickly and knocked Bo Tingyuan's arm.
——A demon that leads people to depravity!
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