Chapter 82
In the evening, a luxurious resort hotel on the cliff of Cape.
Under the purple-red sunset at the seaside, there are two figures, one big and one small, swimming happily in the infinity pool.
Wen Cishu was lying on his back in a soft hammock on the shore, covered with a thin blanket, and on the table beside him were freshly squeezed juice and coconuts.
With a slight shake, he was brushing the small sweet potatoes.
He just posted a short video of a little monkey swimming, and soon after, a large number of comments were added.
[Is Mingzi so powerful?] Little Swimming Athlete
[Mommy, daddy’s?] Show us.]
Wen Cishu glanced at the people in the swimming pool.
From a distance, a dark shadow moved quickly under the water, causing little splash, but it looked like a powerful and ferocious mermaid lurking in the deep sea.
Wen Cishu's gaze returned to the mobile phone screen, and when he refreshed it, tens of thousands of new messages appeared.
The moments during the live broadcast were made into cover photos with great artistic beauty by netizens.
When Wen Cishu saw the long-range photo of him and Bo Tingyuan sitting in the cable car, he realized that the cable car behind them was actually broadcasting them live.
——Luckily, I didn’t do anything bad.
But soon after, "weird" words appeared in the comments.
[Did mommy kiss daddy in the vagina? 】
[What happened after the live broadcast was shut down yesterday? ? 】
Wen Cishu's eyes were blank. He could only pretend that he didn't see it and quickly left Xiao Diguo.
His two long legs silently bent and straightened, thinking of some overly intimate little interactions between the two of them, with a little shame amidst the sweetness.
But some of the live screenshots seem quite interesting.
Wen Cishu clicked on Xiao Digua like a guilty thief and secretly saved some screenshots from the third person perspective.
He created a folder in the photo album, stored all the pictures in it, then opened it again, zoomed in and admired Bo Tingyuan's front and side views from a close distance.
Just as he was looking at his phone with a weird smile on his face, a voice interrupted his immersive experience.
"Little daddy!" Bo Yiming stepped into the swimming pool and ran over happily.
Wen Cishu turned off the screen and reminded, "Wrap yourself in a bath towel, don't catch a cold."
He straightened up slightly and heard a splash. Bo Tingyuan also emerged from the water and walked up the steps.
The water flows down the skin like silver. The muscles all over the body are not as exaggerated as those of a professional athlete, but the lines are clear, and it can be seen that they are full of strength and can burst out at any time.
Bo Tingyuan quickly smoothed his hair, picked up the bath towel and wrapped it around his son, then led him to the other side: "Yiming, take a shower first."
"Oh." Bo Yiming could only turn around. He was wrapped too tightly by his big daddy and walked like a little duck.
Both father and son were wearing black swimming trunks.
The difference is that there is a cute blue cartoon pattern on the butt of Bo Yiming's swimming trunks.
Wen Cishu glanced at him and was about to laugh when Bo Tingyuan suddenly turned his head and looked at him.
Those mysterious green eyes seemed to have the power to penetrate everything, so much so that Wen Cishu's hands pulled up the blanket to cover his face faster than his brain.
After a few seconds, he slowly moved the blanket down and secretly watched the broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs slowly walking away.
Wen Cishu thought that if Bo Tingyuan had not been born into a wealthy family, with his external conditions and physical fitness, he would most likely have been selected to be an athlete in his childhood or adolescence.
Even though he is not an athlete now and is considered an office worker, Bo Tingyuan is good at many types of sports.
However, such good physical condition is affected by the drugs used to treat separation anxiety.
The two-day live variety show was like an interesting real-life game, and Wen Cishu completely forgot about it.
Now back to reality, he couldn't help but feel worried.
Especially since he could feel Bo Tingyuan's inner desire, but his body...
"Little daddy? Are you asleep?"
Bo Yiming had already taken a shower and threw himself into his arms.
The hammock swung back and forth, and Wen Cishu looked up and chuckled, "Would you like to push Dad? I'll swing for a while."
"Okay." Bo Yiming gently pushed the hammock. "Little dad, I just told Big Dad that we should let him go back to work tomorrow and we can continue our vacation here."
Wen Cishu looked at him and signaled him not to push anymore.
"Hmm? So what did your big daddy tell you?"
Bo Yiming didn't stop and continued to push it slightly.
"Let me ask my little dad."
Wen Cishu silently criticized:
Let him make choices all the time, and both sides of his hand are wrong.
He uttered an “Ahem” and gave up, “I won’t choose, let—”
At this time, Aunt Zhong happened to appear.
Wen Cishu said to the kid, "How about we let Aunt Zhong choose."
When Aunt Zhong heard this, she met Bo Yiming's eyes and without saying a word, she quickened her pace and returned the same way.
Wen Cishu:……?
Bo Yiming fell into his father's arms: "Little father, just stay for two more days~ Two days~"
Wen Cishu ruffled his son's messy hair, which was still warm, and asked, "Did your dad blow dry your hair?"
"Yeah." Bo Yiming agreed as a matter of course, rubbing the top of his head against his little dad's palm, "So little dad chose to go on vacation with me, right?"
Wen Cishu pinched his little ear: "Okay, don't shake me, I'm about to fall."
After Bo Yiming got the promise from his little dad, he looked up and said, "Little dad, don't change this time."
He came by plane on Friday, and although the young father also chose him, in the end he still flew alone.
He has not forgotten this incident.
Wen Cishu naturally knew that he couldn't let the kid down again and again.
Even a mentally mature adult cannot stand being let down, let alone a nine-year-old child.
He nodded solemnly: "Yes, no change."
He lowered his voice and said, "Daddy still has the final say on the vacation, don't worry."
"Yes!"
Bo Yiming jumped up as high as he could, "I'm going to talk to Aunt Zhong!"
When he ran back to the guest room, Bo Tingyuan came over after taking a shower.
Wen Cishu glanced at them calmly and muttered softly, "Why are you wearing so tightly after taking a shower?"
When he and others came closer, he said, "I promised Yiming."
"What is it?"
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the lazy and comfortable person, then bent down and stretched out his hand to pick him up.
"Wait a minute!" Wen Cishu's heart suddenly jumped, thinking something was wrong. He held his arm, looked closely into his green eyes, and blinked, "Didn't you ask him to come and tell me about continuing the vacation?"
"No."
Bo Tingyuan decisively denied it and held him horizontally across the soft and warm blanket, "Hold the phone."
Wen Cishu held on tightly, and was picked up by him. He asked in surprise: "What's wrong with this child? Knowing that the lie will be exposed, why is he still playing these little tricks between the two fathers? Is he stupid or smart?"
Bo Tingyuan did not go to the guest room, but held him in his arms and sat on the beach chair, then pulled a blanket over his long legs.
He simply judged: "If things go well as he wishes, he is smart. If things don't go well, he is stupid."
"That's it."
Wen Cishu smiled and shook his head, pointing at the bridge of his nose, "He is smart, which makes me look stupid."
He told him everything the kid had just said.
Bo Tingyuan pondered for a moment and explained, "Yiming should have just heard me talking to Albert on the phone to arrange things for tomorrow."
Wen Cishu said, "Now I have already promised him. As for you, you can do whatever you want."
He buried his face in Bo Tingyuan's chest, not wanting to face it like an ostrich, and sniffed at the same time.
Bo Tingyuan noticed his little movement and asked in a low voice: "The hotel's shower gel doesn't smell good anymore."
"Who—smelt it!"
Wen Cishu denied it in a long tone, grabbed the blanket and pulled it to his chin, glancing at his lips which were so close to him.
It’s been so long since the show ended and they still haven’t kissed.
Not in love anymore, right? !
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes, pushed up his glasses, and asked, "Are you so easily going to continue your vacation and let me go back alone?"
Wen Cishu: "..."
What kind of thing is this?
He said unhappily, "No, who told you to go back alone?"
He lifted up Bo Tingyuan's chin and gave an order in a low voice, "I, the overlord, now order you to continue to accompany us on vacation. Do you hear me?"
The arm at the back of his waist suddenly tightened, and Wen Cishu straightened his waist and pressed forward. The two of them stared at each other, with only a thin layer of glasses between them.
Bo Tingyuan's palm fell on his waist and rubbed it slowly, his green eyes fell on his lips: "Say it again."
Wen Cishu was aware of an extremely strong danger signal, and his throat seemed to be strangled. He could not say anything, and he had to pay attention to the skin on his waist that was pressed by his palm.
Maybe it was because he had been lying in the hammock for too long, and his skin was warm and smooth under the blanket, so at this moment he could clearly feel the lines on Bo Tingyuan's palm.
As their breathing pace slowed down, they both felt each other's breath becoming increasingly hot.
At this moment, Wen Cishu actually felt a little unreasonable and unfounded resentment.
——About this pair of glasses.
If the glasses weren't blocking their view, would he and Bo Tingyuan be able to give each other a passionate kiss as soon as they meet, like the protagonists in some movies?
Wen Cishu saw the strong desire in the depths of his green eyes, but he was like the most indifferent ascetic and did not remind himself to take off his glasses.
Bo Tingyuan asked again: "Can you repeat what you just said?"
This time, his tone was low and magnetic, almost sounding like coaxing.
Wen Cishu looked at him and muttered, "Why do you say it a second time? It's not like you didn't hear it? Or are you going to pretend you didn't hear it?"
Bo Tingyuan moved closer, almost touching his lips, and said slowly in French: [I want to confirm that you need me]
Wen Cishu suddenly felt that his eyes were filled with extremely naked desire, and his response would be filled with infinite ambiguity between adults.
His breathing was a little difficult, and his lips became drier and drier as he breathed more and more rapidly. His eyes involuntarily slid down to his lips.
Bo Tingyuan's lips are actually very soft and kissable.
The mess of thoughts made Wen Cishu unable to concentrate, and he suddenly felt like a tangled mess that needed someone to rub it hard for him to sort it out.
Finally, Wen Cishu gave up resisting, raised his head and pouted to touch Bo Tingyuan's lips, lowered his eyes and asked softly: "Is this okay?"
Just as he finished speaking, he was suddenly picked up. He was not panicked, but a little surprised. He hurriedly hugged Bo Tingyuan's shoulders and asked, "Where are you going?"
Bo Tingyuan quickly tilted his head and indicated the hotel room.
Wen Dictionary: ...
He shrank into his arms in shame, wishing he could curl himself up into a ball, and pulled the blanket over his head again to hide his face.
As the two walked in, Bo Yiming jumped out. "Big Daddy! Where's Little Daddy?"
Bo Tingyuan stopped and said, "Yiming, you sleep alone tonight."
Bo Yiming immediately objected: "Ah? But——"
Bo Tingyuan said quickly: "I promise you, we will stay here for a few days before going back."
"Great! Then I'll sleep alone today!" Bo Yiming said in an extremely cheerful tone.
As Bo Tingyuan's footsteps shook, Wen Cishu sighed silently: Yiming, your grandfather is really terrible.
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