Chapter 96
When Bo Yiming got home, he learned from Uncle Xu that his young father was not feeling well and had not come downstairs since he got up that morning.
He had originally been beaming with joy, and was about to share the happy moments on the farm with Uncle Xu, but upon hearing these words, his expression suddenly became extremely solemn, and he rushed to the stairs, running up to the second floor in two steps at a time.
Uncle Xu clearly saw the change in the young master's mood and stood there in a daze.
This might be the first time that he saw an expression in the child's eyes and eyebrows that was somewhat similar to that of the eldest young master.
Second floor.
Aunt Zhong just walked out of the bedroom and whispered to the child who rushed over: "Your little dad fell asleep after dinner and hasn't woken up yet."
"Okay~" Bo Yiming was about to go in when he suddenly grabbed her clothes and asked eagerly, "Grandma Zhong, why didn't you call me?"
Aunt Zhong patted the back of his hand and said, "Young Master, I'm afraid you'll worry, and the doctor has been here, it's not serious."
Bo Yiming nodded, then quietly pushed the door open and entered.
Afraid of waking up his little father, he took his feet out of his slippers and walked towards the master bedroom on the short-pile carpet.
Beside the bed, Bo Tingyuan was sitting on the sofa. When he saw his son coming home, he glanced at his bare feet.
Bo Yiming quickened his pace and carefully looked at the gentle expression on the young father's face. Only then did he feel relieved and pouty his lips as he kissed the young father from a distance.
Then, amber eyes glared at Big Daddy.
Just by looking at his youngest son's eyes, Bo Tingyuan knew what he was thinking. He didn't say anything, but just stood up silently and walked to the door.
He took his son's slippers back and placed them beside the bed, then ruffled his hair.
However, Bo Yiming pointed outside the door with a serious expression, indicating that his grandfather had something to say.
The father and son walked into the living room one after the other.
Bo Tingyuan glanced at the person on the bed to make sure the conversation would not wake him up, and then his eyes behind the lenses fell on his youngest son's face.
Bo Yiming wanted to wait for his father to ask first, but he couldn't wait any longer. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Father, no matter if I worry or not, you must tell me immediately if your father feels uncomfortable."
Bo Tingyuan's expression was calm.
The younger son's request was reasonable and he had no reason to refuse.
Bo Yiming saw that his father had a blank expression and didn't know if he had heard it or not. He stood on tiptoe and grimaced anxiously: "This is an order! Not a discussion! Humph!"
After saying that, he turned around and rushed to the bed.
Bo Tingyuan followed the route he ran and looked at his thin back, as if thinking about something.
Wen Cishu on the bed just woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes and adjusted to the dim light, he saw the face of the little boy and smiled, "Yiming~"
"Little dad, did I wake you up?" Bo Yiming became nervous.
Bo Tingyuan walked back to the bed.
Wen Cishu held his small hand against his face and said with a smile, "No, I slept too much today."
As he spoke, he tried to sit up.
Bo Yiming quickly knelt on the bed to help him up, urging him: "Daddy, hurry up!"
Bo Tingyuan had already supported Wen Cishu with his hands and had pulled two pillows to cushion his back. Hearing this, he did not argue with his younger son and reached for the cup of water on the bedside table.
Bo Yiming muttered: "Hurry up and give little dad some water!"
Wen Cishu: “?”
What is this for?
He took a sip of warm water to moisten his lips and looked at the kid with a questioning look in his eyes, "Hmm?"
Bo Yiming gently arranged Little Daddy's long hair, puffed up his cheeks, and muttered with a pouty mouth: "When I'm not at home, Big Daddy doesn't take good care of Little Daddy."
He slapped his palm on the quilt angrily, "You must have snatched Daddy's quilt in the middle of the night, otherwise how could you have a fever!"
Both fathers were silent at the same time.
When Wen Cishu didn't know how to start, Bo Tingyuan said bluntly: "Yiming, be quiet."
Wen Cishu looked up at him in surprise, his eyebrows twitching.
——Why is there such an attitude?
Bo Yiming interpreted the look in Little Daddy's eyes, and immediately bent down and buried his face in the pillow beside him, muttering "crying": "Little Daddy, listen, Big Daddy is so mean to me, and he won't let anyone contact me, woo woo..."
If Bo Tingyuan himself hadn't been there, Wen Cishu would have wanted to hug his son and cry bitterly:
That’s right, your grandfather is so mean. He tied my hands when I was sick. Not only that, he threatened me with words and wouldn’t let me eat by myself!
Bo Tingyuan reminded calmly: "Don't press your little daddy's hair."
"Oh." Bo Yiming immediately moved to the side.
Wen Cishu hugged the well-behaved little monkey and said slowly, "Yiming, tell me what you played with Xingxing on the farm?"
Bo Yiming spoke in a low voice.
After that, he asked doubtfully, "Little Dad, didn't you and Big Dad watch the surveillance last night?"
Wen Cishu: ...Don’t mention last night!
Bo Tingyuan answered for him: "We rested early."
Bo Yiming readily accepted this reason and continued to share it.
At this time, Uncle Xu knocked on the door and came in.
"Master, Albert is here. I asked him to wait in the study."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan glanced at the father and son sitting next to each other and was about to speak when he was interrupted by his youngest son.
"Big Daddy, go get busy. It's okay. Work is more important than Little Daddy anyway."
Wen Cishu: ...Where does this smell of gunpowder come from?
Bo Tingyuan pushed his glasses up, his eyes were deep.
Suddenly, Wen Cishu read six words from his dark green eyes:
——French boarding school!
He panicked and quickly put his arms around his son, saying to Bo Tingyuan, "Go quickly, don't keep Albert waiting."
"Say less."
Bo Tingyuan noticed that Wen Cishu looked fine, so he didn't say much.
When he went out, he asked Uncle Xu to ask Aunt Zhong to come into the room and keep him company.
Uncle Xu did as he was told.
Bo Yiming also knew that his father's voice was not good, so he took the initiative to say, "Little father, please stop talking and listen to me."
"Yeah." Wen Cishu smiled and pulled his cheek.
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At dinner, Wen Cishu felt a little stronger and suggested going to the restaurant to eat.
Bo Tingyuan did not object anymore and carried him downstairs.
Bo Yiming was serving soup and picking up dishes: "Little daddy, I will tell you a story after I take a bath tonight and coax you to sleep."
The tone sounded more like a notification than a discussion.
Wen Cishu naturally would not refuse his son's kindness. He glanced at Bo Tingyuan who was picking food for him and said, "Okay."
When they returned to the room, Wen Cishu was picked up by Bo Tingyuan and walked into the elevator.
He whispered, "Sleep on my side with Yiming tonight."
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes to look at him: "Hmm?"
Wen Cishu clearly saw him frown, as if he was in a state of emotion, and hurriedly explained awkwardly: "Your bed...we..."
Bo Tingyuan turned his face to the side and kissed him on the side of his temple: "What about me? You don't have plans for me?"
Wen Cishu felt the warmth in his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck: "Of course, together."
After saying that, the two of them smiled at each other, but when Wen Cishu wanted to kiss him on the lips, he slightly moved away.
Bo Tingyuan said calmly: "You are not well yet."
Wen Cishu was confused. Is it not okay to just kiss him?
When he walked out of the elevator, he said coldly: "Then you sleep alone tonight!"
Bo Tingyuan did not comment and remained silent.
Wen Cishu became even more depressed.
Did this person receive some special training and possess a will of steel? !
When Bo Tingyuan carried him into the bedroom, Wen Cishu muttered, "Wrong, go to my side."
But unexpectedly, Bo Tingyuan was unmoved, and walked straight into the cloakroom and sat on the sofa.
Wen Cishu immediately saw the look in his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"
When Bo Tingyuan took off his glasses in silence, he leaned back and said, "You——"
Bo Tingyuan kissed the corner of his lips, slowly moved his breath to his earlobe, and took a deep breath of the soft scent around his body, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.
Wen Cishu held him with one hand and had to lift up his slender and fragile neck, allowing him to rub it as he pleased.
Where did this bastard come from?
He wasn't allowed to kiss on the lips, but he ended up doing this!
Wen Cishu was like a piece of smooth soap, which was rubbed all over his body, until his bones became soft and he breathed heavily.
Unconsciously, I put my hand on Bo Tingyuan's left hand and touched the ring.
--ring!
Remembering some strange details, he shrank back as if he had touched a red-hot iron.
Little did he know that Bo Tingyuan seemed to have telepathy with him and knew exactly what he was thinking. Instead, he pushed his fingers away and crossed his fingers and clenched them.
Wen Cishu: Deliberate! Too much!
When Bo Tingyuan leaned on his shoulder and kissed his round earlobe, the heat from his breath was too hot.
Wen Cishu asked in a low voice: "Are you planning to take medicine again?"
In fact, he had guessed that he would do this when he had a fever in the morning.
"Hmm?" Bo Tingyuan leaned against the soft skin of his neck infatuatedly, "Do you want me to eat it?"
"Of course not." Wen Cishu muttered, "I mean..."
He was sitting in his arms, it was not like he couldn't feel it, so he touched him slightly and signaled him, "What should I do if you are like this?"
This action made Bo Tingyuan's Adam's apple roll violently. "I'll take care of it while I'm taking a shower."
Wen Cishu was embarrassed. "You said it so directly."
Bo Tingyuan heard these shy words and laughed ambiguously: "You can do it, but you can't say it?"
Wen Cishu thought that he rarely smiled on weekdays, but he was particularly charming when he smiled.
He felt itchy and couldn't help but turned his face to kiss his lips.
As a result, Bo Tingyuan kissed him on the jaw and said, "Wait until you are better."
Wen Cishu covered his lips with his hands and begged, "Please, don't say it."
Bo Tingyuan smiled happily, picked him up and walked out of the cloakroom, passing the screen.
Bo Yiming hasn't arrived yet.
Wen Cishu was placed on the bed, and her eyes just met his pants. She quickly avoided it with shame and asked softly, "Will this really not break?"
Before Bo Tingyuan could speak, he immediately raised his eyes and said, "I'm talking about your body!"
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his face: "Well, I'm going to take a shower."
Wen Dictionary: ...
His eyes were fixed on Bo Tingyuan's receding back. He pulled the quilt higher, his mind full of what he might do in the bathroom.
——Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
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