Chapter 91
Early morning.
Bo Yiming's bedroom.
In the tent, Xingxing had woken up and was lying on the little dolphin pillow, opening her big eyes and staring at brother Yiming with particular intent.
Bo Yiming's eyelashes are particularly long and dense, even his lower eyelashes are no exception, forming a furry arc when he closes his eyes.
His hair and eyebrow color is a mixture of genes from his two fathers, black with a hint of brown.
Xingxing felt that when Brother Yiming was asleep, he looked more like a Chinese than usual.
The main problem is that the distance between the eyebrows and eyes is close, and the color of the eyes is too special. They are like gemstone pupils that emit dazzling light under the sun.
He also had heterochromatic pupils. He looked up at Yiming's grandfather's eyes and wanted to pull his brother away.
Bo Yiming, who was sleeping peacefully, suddenly muttered something and reached out to pull the stars.
Xingxing followed her brother's movements and fell on the soft pillow. She twisted and turned deliberately to squeeze over, and was embraced by her brother.
Bo Yiming turned over and lay on his stomach, put his arms on Xingxing and patted her, coaxing her in a daze: "Xingxing, be good~~"
Xingxing liked the feeling of having a brother and couldn't help but smile even when she closed her eyes.
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The second floor of the mansion.
It is spring now.
Wen Cishu was drowsy, and in a state of half-asleep and half-awake, he felt the ambiguous rubbing against his chest.
Her soft lips held Bo Tingyuan's fingertips and sucked them subconsciously as he moved.
He fell into a deep sleep when he came out of the bathroom last night, and he didn't know what Bo Tingyuan did afterwards.
He slept soundly and contentedly that night, without having any strange dreams.
So when he was touched just now, he woke up a little, put his arm on the back of his neck, and rubbed the ends of his hair lightly and heavily.
I don’t know how long it was, Wen Cishu fell asleep and woke up again.
"Did I wake you up?" Bo Tingyuan bent down and kissed him, "Sleep a little longer, I'm going to the company."
Wen Cishu opened his eyes and yawned a little sleepily. He glanced and noticed a deep mark on his shoulder, and he suddenly woke up.
He touched it tentatively with his fingers, his eyes full of uncertainty, hesitant: "This..."
There were deep and shallow overlapping tooth marks on the right shoulder.
Who else could have done this?
Wen Cishu was stunned for a moment, his expression full of guilt. His long hair fell on his forehead, half covering it like a curtain, making his already beautiful face look more charming than usual.
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and kissed him, biting his soft lower lip: "You stayed here, why are you shy?"
"Hmm..." Wen Cishu pushed his left shoulder, "Don't move, let me see."
Bo Tingyuan was afraid that he was really worried, so he turned sideways to let him see clearly.
Wen Cishu half-knelt with one leg bent and the other leg sitting sideways, frowning and carefully looking at the mark, muttering: "Do you want to apply ointment?"
Two of them had traces of blood.
He was surprised that he was such a reckless person.
Bo Tingyuan said: "It's not serious, it will go away by evening."
Wen Cishu lowered his eyes: "Next time, tell me. Otherwise, I..."
How can you remember so much when you are forgetting about love?
Bo Tingyuan lifted his chin and gave him a kiss.
Wen Cishu looked into his deep green eyes, and his mind flashed back to what happened in the bathtub last night.
He naturally guessed that Bo Tingyuan must be thinking about the same things.
He fell back on the soft pillows in shame, lifted his feet and pushed them against his legs, mumbling, "Go wash up."
Bo Tingyuan hugged his waist, covered him with a quilt and went to the bathroom.
Wen Cishu opened one eye childishly and looked at the sexy back wearing only long pajamas, feeling quite regretful.
After struggling for a while, when Bo Tingyuan came out of the bathroom and walked towards the cloakroom, he finally couldn't help but say: "You..."
Bo Tingyuan heard his hesitant voice and looked back: "Hmm?"
Wen Cishu held the quilt and pulled it over his head. He stretched out one hand from the edge of the quilt and gently patted the edge of the bed. He suppressed his shyness and whispered his thoughts: "Can you come here to change clothes?"
"Um."
When Wen Cishu heard his response, his lips under the quilt curled up wildly.
——That’s great! Very good at getting benefits for yourself!
When Bo Tingyuan came out with a shirt and a suit, Wen Cishu tried his best to maintain a mature and dignified look and talked about his youngest son in a calm manner.
"I don't know if Yiming and Xingxing slept well."
"I'll let Uncle Xu watch it. There won't be any problems at night."
Bo Tingyuan put his clothes on the back of the sofa while talking.
He just picked up the shirt and was about to put it on when he glanced back at the person on the bed who was looking at him furtively.
"Which one do you want me to wear first?"
"Ah?" Wen Cishu's eyes were still on his narrow waist, and the lower half of his face was pulled onto the quilt, "Why don't you take off your pajamas first before putting them on?"
When he said these words, he always felt like a lecherous and lascivious man.
Bo Tingyuan didn't say much. He bent down, took off his pajamas and put them aside.
Wen Cishu's eyes turned around, and he sighed deeply at the beauty, and deliberately asked: "Why are you standing there? Put on your clothes."
Bo Tingyuan never knew that his back had such charm.
He put on his shirt, trousers and vest one by one, then turned around and looked down at the person on the bed.
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu's eyes slowly widened as he leaned over, and he smelled the refreshing scent of mint toothpaste at the tip of his nose.
He closed his lips tightly and said vaguely: "I didn't brush my teeth, no kiss."
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan pushed his shoulder and turned to the right.
"Um?"
Wen Cishu didn't understand what was going on, but he felt him pulling down the right shoulder of his pajamas.
The cool tip of my nose rests against the skin of my back shoulder.
The warm breath sprayed on her, instantly arousing the ambiguous desire.
Wen Cishu's fingers clenched the soft quilt and reminded him in a muffled voice: "Are you not going to have breakfast yet?"
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes to look at the snow-white shoulders, his lips caressing the delicate skin, but he said: "Can I keep one too?"
"……Um."
Wen Cishu buried his face, "If you stay, I won't cry out in pain."
Just as he finished speaking, his soft earlobe was pinched, and he shuddered as the sucking continued.
Bo Tingyuan quickly stepped back, pulled his clothes and quilt in place and said, "Okay, continue sleeping." After that, he turned and walked out.
Wen Cishu: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh that’s too much!
——Bo Tingyuan, deduct one hundred little red flowers!
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At breakfast.
Wen Cishu accompanied the two little ones for dinner, and asked Uncle Xu to prepare a set of cartoon tableware, including replacing the container for boiled eggs with a ceramic coaster designed with a little fox.
"Wow~" Bo Yiming ran to the table, "Little Dad, are we celebrating the festival?"
Wen Cishu ruffled his hair and said, "When the stars come, it means we are celebrating a festival."
He looked at the stars and asked a few questions with concern.
Xingxing answered obediently.
Wen Cishu helped him pull out the chair: "Brother, you didn't grab the quilt after you fell asleep, right?"
Xingxing shook her head.
"Little daddy, I'm very good~" Bo Yiming said happily, "I always sleep with Xingxing in my arms."
Xingxing nodded vigorously, her face full of a bright smile.
Wen Cishu thought, this child seldom smiles, but when he does smile it is very innocent.
"Xingxing, you have a dimple on your right side. Uncle didn't notice it before."
"Yes~ I discovered it a long time ago."
Bo Yiming felt inexplicably proud and stretched out his little finger to poke Xingxing's dimple.
When Wen Cishu saw that Xingxing not only did not avoid him but also took the initiative to stick close to his brother and poke him, he couldn't help but sigh: Seven or eight years old is really the best age to establish friendship. If it's seventeen or eighteen years old, that may not be the case.
Aunt Zhong came over to deliver breakfast.
Bo Yiming eagerly pinched Xingxing's fingers and went to crack eggs together.
“Does it feel like cracking Easter eggs?”
Xingxing smiled and nodded, surprised that she could play like this before eating boiled eggs.
"Come on, I'll knock for you."
Bo Yiming pushed the egg tray in front of him.
Xingxing picked up the small spoon and cracked the eggshell with two "clicks".
Wen Cishu happened to record this scene and sent it to Chu Han and Bo Tingyuan.
Bo Yiming happened to ask: "Where is Big Daddy?"
"I'm going to the company." Wen Cishu put down his phone, "Do you need your dad to play with you in the morning?"
Bo Yiming said obediently and sensibly: "No need, I'll play tennis with Xingxing, and Daddy just needs to rest."
Wen Cishu thought to himself: Very good, stick to being an adult who does nothing.
He remembered something and it was a good opportunity for him to go out alone.
"Then I'll go out for a while in the morning and come back at noon to have lunch with you and Xingxing."
Bo Yiming moved his chopsticks awkwardly and whispered, "Little Dad, why don't you go find Big Dad for dinner?"
"Ah?" Wen Cishu was confused, "Baby, are you chasing me away?"
He looked at the two kids in disbelief. He was actually superfluous? !
Bo Yiming shook his head: "Of course not, it's just... I have agreed with Xingxing that we will set up the tent in the garden and eat in the tent."
Wen Cishu took a sip of hot milk, put down the cup, and said calmly: "Okay, I will arrange my own schedule." It won't be an eyesore to you!
——You little rascal, I’ll also deduct a hundred red flowers from you!
Both father and son failed!
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