Chapter 97
For two consecutive days, Bo Yiming slept in the same bed with his two fathers.
The next morning, when Wen Cishu woke up, he saw the child sitting next to him, with his legs crossed, looking at him quietly.
Bo Tingyuan went to the company early this morning and was no longer at home.
"Yiming?"
Wen Cishu raised his head and asked, "What are you reading?"
Bo Yiming's eyes moved up from the collar: "Little Daddy, why do you always wear Big Daddy's pajamas these days?"
He recalled now that it seemed as if he had worn it on the day he returned home from the farm, but at that time he was fully focused on his father's health and did not notice it immediately.
Wen Cishu fell back and covered his face with the corner of the quilt.
He thought that only he and Bo Tingyuan knew!
Between playing dumb and explaining seriously, he chose the former.
"Really? Maybe I got the wrong one. We share a closet now, so mistakes are inevitable."
Just as he finished speaking, his wide sleeves were grabbed by the brat.
Bo Yiming: "Little Daddy, Big Daddy's pajamas are so much bigger."
Wen Cishu slowly closed his eyes: Let me think about how I should edit it.
"How about you call Big Dad for advice?"
Bo Yiming made the call without saying anything.
When Bo Tingyuan's voice appeared, Wen Cishu glanced at the kid.
——As expected of his biological son, he can do whatever he wants.
However, he was immediately curious about how Mr. Bo, who was in the company, would answer such a question.
Bo Yiming shouted "Big Daddy" and got straight to the point with the question.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds.
Wen Cishu burst out laughing.
Being a parent is really difficult. I have to deal with such problems from children early in the morning.
Just when he thought Bo Tingyuan was going to give a perfunctory answer, his watch began to sound his deep voice, explaining every word clearly.
"Yiming, this is just like you feel happy when you see the stars playing with you using your own tennis ball. I will also be satisfied when your little dad wears my clothes."
His calm tone and appropriate examples made the matter seem extremely reasonable.
Wen Cishu's eyes met with the little monkey who suddenly looked up.
Bo Yiming tilted his head: "Little Daddy, are you also satisfied and happy wearing Big Daddy's clothes?"
Wen Cishu thought to himself: The little brat is not sleeping in so early in the morning and is talking so much!
He glanced at his watch. "Yeah, same as your big daddy."
"Okay~" Bo Yiming shrugged, "It turns out I'm the only one who finds it weird."
The call ended quickly.
Wen Cishu urged the kid to wash up, and he also prepared to get up.
The phone on the bedside table vibrated.
He took it without any precaution, and it was Bo Tingyuan's WeChat.
[That’s not what you said yesterday]
At that time, Bo Tingyuan brought pajamas to Wen Cishu, and he casually complained that the clothes were too big.
Wen Cishu typed quickly with a silent expression: [Why do you have such a good memory? 】
——You won’t kiss me again!
It’s already the third day!
Wen Cishu suspected that Bo Tingyuan had started taking medicine again.
But this guy is stubborn and can't be controlled at all.
He was sitting sideways, frowning, when he received a phone call.
Zhu Wei.
Wen Cishu coughed twice and adjusted his voice, fearing that the other party would know that he had just woken up at this time.
"Sister Wei?"
Zhu Wei first asked about his physical condition, and then explained the reason for contacting him this time.
It turned out that it was about the investment in the studio that she had promised last time, and she needed Wen Cishu to sign a few agreements.
"If it's inconvenient for you, you can ask a lawyer to come over."
“It’s convenient.”
Wen Cishu was also bored at home, and just as he was recovering a little, he said, "I'll go with the lawyer. Where's Rongrong?"
"If you come over, I'll bring Fluffy with me. Let's eat together."
Zhu Wei was all smiles.
Wen Cishu could see her cheerful face from her hearty voice.
"Okay, I'll take Yiming with me."
The two were happy and set the date for this afternoon.
Wen Cishu told the kid about this.
"Wow~~ Rongrong sister~~" Bo Yiming jumped onto the bed.
The weight of 1.5 meters made quite a noise and almost bounced Wen Cishu off his feet.
He rubbed the back of the kid's head and asked gently, "Yiming, you haven't talked about entering the entertainment industry as an idol recently. What do you think? Can you tell daddy about it?"
Bo Yiming rolled over on his father's lap, looked at him, shook his head, and said obediently: "Dad, I think I should do something free."
"Um?"
Wen Cishu didn't understand what he meant at once, "Can you be more specific with Dad?"
Bo Yiming hugged his father's arm, closed his eyes and slowly explained: "If I go to the entertainment industry, or do other things, I will not be free, and I can't be with my father at any time."
Wen Cishu looked at the young face with a little surprise.
"I want to be like Big Daddy and do whatever I want whenever I want. Oh! No—"
He opened his eyes and smiled, his eyes were pure and a little childish, and he said, "Big Daddy has to go to the company, I want to be at home. Little Daddy, I will accompany you every day. Okay?"
"Of course."
Wen Cishu bent down and hugged him, saying earnestly, "But Daddy doesn't want to be the one who influences your decision. Daddy wants to be your backup."
Bo Yiming tilted his head and acted cute: "Then little dad, can I not go to school for a while?"
Wen Cishu: “!!!”
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At noon, Wen Cishu and his son went out to keep an appointment.
Bo Yiming carefully selected parent-child outfits and enthusiastically sent photos to his grandfather.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Rongrong was wearing a blue gradient gauze dress, looking like a little princess.
She came running over, bounding.
Wen Cishu bent down and hugged the cute little girl: "Rongrong looks so beautiful today."
Rongrong shyly pulled her uncle's clothes and greeted the two of them obediently.
Bo Yiming picked up his watch and pointed it at Rongrong: "Rongrong, brother will take a picture of you, please smile."
Rongrong shyly slipped behind her uncle's legs, her eyes smiling like two moons.
While they were chatting and eating, the lawyers from both sides negotiated the details of the equity investment agreement.
The lawyer invited by Wen Cishu was a middle-aged female lawyer named He.
When the conversation was almost over, she asked Wen Cishu to step aside and talk.
Wen Cishu was suspicious when he saw her: "He Lu, is there any problem?"
Lawyer He pointed out several parts of the agreement to him and said, "Mr. Wen, the terms of this agreement are basically all in your favor. Even if problems arise in Ms. Zhu's studio, it will have nothing to do with you. This... I need to ask, what is your relationship with Ms. Zhu?"
Wen Cishu understood: "Miss Zhu encountered some difficulties before, and I happened to help."
Lawyer He nodded and accepted the reason.
"Lawyer He, according to this agreement..."
Lawyer He took over the conversation: "According to the agreement, Mr. Wen only needs to receive dividends every year. This includes but is not limited to Ms. Zhu's concert income, as well as the song copyright. In other words, even if the studio is not doing well, as long as the song is profitable in other aspects, you can still get dividends."
Wen Cishu frowned. This was too much.
When he tried to renegotiate with Zhu Wei, Zhu Wei said, "I've already thought about it. This is the only thing I can give you. Without you, it would be hard for me to get the copyright back."
She smiled and joked, "Don't think my songs make a lot of money. Actually, they don't make much. They're just a token of my love."
Seeing that her attitude was so firm every time, Wen Cishu no longer refused and signed several agreements.
Zhu Wei looked at his signature and said as if she had discovered a new world: "You just revealed your true identity today..."
Wen Cishu put the cap on the pen and said with a happy look: "Sister Wei, you can just call me Cishu from now on."
"Okay." Zhu Wei held out her hand solemnly, "Then let's get to know each other again, Dictionary."
Wen Cishu also held her hand solemnly and said with a smile, "I'm glad to be friends with Sister Wei."
Zhu Wei looked at this face, which she always found to be very handsome no matter how many times she looked at it, and chuckled without saying a word. However, she felt endless emotion in her heart: I am so honored.
Since Zhu Wei group-posted photos of her two children with the four variety show guests, Zhou Xu suggested having another meal in the evening and he would bring Xiao Qi along.
Chu Han was filming in another place and had to miss the dinner party today regretfully.
She sent red envelopes in the group and said she would treat everyone to a meal to increase the sense of participation.
The three of them naturally accepted it with pleasure.
However, when Wen Cishu called Bo Tingyuan, he could tell that he seemed a little surprised.
"What time will you be home?"
Wen Cishu couldn't be sure: "After dinner, probably around seven."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I've booked a bed."
"Um?"
When Wen Cishu heard these irrelevant words, he was a little unresponsive.
"Didn't you say my bed was uncomfortable to sleep in?"
Bo Tingyuan said slowly, "After using it for so many years, it's time to change it."
Wen Cishu thought to himself, wasn't I just saying that casually because I was angry that you didn't let me kiss you?
"What bed did you change to?"
"Smart electric."
Bo Tingyuan said in a bland tone, "Come back early and try?"
Wen Cishu was suddenly startled:
There seemed to be a second meaning to his words.
Maybe because Bo Tingyuan was not around, he asked bluntly: "You won't even let me kiss you, what am I trying?"
Bo Tingyuan asked back: "Aren't you worried about my health all day long?"
Wen Cishu: "..."
Can I say this on the phone?
He lowered his voice and said, "Bo Tingyuan, you really are - shameless! I'm hanging up now, bye!"
After ending the call, he thought about it and it seemed that he had no shame in saying those words.
Three seconds later, Wen Cishu readily forgave himself and harshly criticized Bo Tingyuan.
But the smart electric bed...
It is indeed quite curious.
Wen Cishu opened the dialog box and sent a message: [Are there any photos of the bed? Send it to me? 】
Bo Tingyuan: [No]
Wen Cishu: ...It must be intentional!
[Then I will contact Uncle Xu.] 】
Bo Tingyuan: [Hmm]
Wen Cishu: Why isn’t he in a hurry to stop it?
[I really contacted Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong]
Bo Tingyuan: [Do you need me to pass on a message?] 】
Wen Cishu frowned.
Why do I feel like I'm being taken advantage of?
At this time, a new message pops up on the screen.
Bo Tingyuan: [I'm waiting for you and Yiming at home, come back early. 】
This sentence directly made Wen Cishu's expression appear in his mind, as if it was spoken in his ear.
He stopped joking and started typing seriously.
[I know. I miss you too.] 】
A screenshot pops up in a dialog box.
It is Wen Cishu’s head portrait and the word “hmm”.
Wen Cishu couldn't help but spit out a laugh: "I actually still have the picture saved."
But my heart feels especially sweet.
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