Chapter 16
"Supplementary Agreement for "Zi Zi is Superman"? " Wen Cishu opened the document in surprise and glanced through it quickly. Everything else was normal except for the guest remuneration, which would be increased by another 5 million.
Wen Cishu was not short of money, but after all, it was the first time he had received compensation in the form of "labor", so he was naturally overjoyed.
He couldn't help but turn over with the documents in his hand, lying on the quilt, and turned to look at the gorgeous and exquisite Chinese screen.
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When Bo Tingyuan walked out of the bathroom, he vaguely heard Wen Cishu's voice. His clear and pleasant voice was mixed with a hint of joy.
Wen Cishu: "Little idiot, of course it was your big dad who helped us negotiate."
When Bo Tingyuan opened the screen, he saw a person lying on his back, talking on a cell phone.
After hearing this, Wen Cishu glanced at him, then remembered that he still needed to ask him about the ring, so he said to the little monkey, "Okay, finish your homework and go to bed quickly~"
Bo Tingyuan seemed to feel the tenderness of winter sunshine from his tone.
Wen Cishu hung up the phone and was about to get up, but unexpectedly Bo Tingyuan had already walked to the bedside and leaned over to hug him.
He smelled a faint scent of agarwood, which was the scent of the shower gel and shampoo that Bo Tingyuan usually used.
Sunken wood has a restrained and steady fragrance. When it emanates from Bo Tingyuan's body, it unexpectedly has a cold tone, which is both dignified and abstinent.
By the time Deng Wen Ci Shu reacted, his lower back was supported by his large palm.
As expected, the warmth from my palms penetrated through the thin fabric of my pajamas, leaving hot marks on my skin.
He straightened his back unconsciously.
Bo Tingyuan's eyes were like a green glacier, as if they were sliding through a torrent of broken ice in the early spring.
He held the person in his arms steadily and placed him on the bedside, his tone as low as usual: "Don't you have anything to ask me?"
At this moment, they were too close.
Wen Cishu sniffed the scent of the sunken wood that enveloped him and couldn't help but puzzled:
It is said that this fragrance is the best for calming the mind and soothing the spirit, so why is he so uneasy and nervous now?
He calmed himself down, as if controlled by the mysterious green eyes, and asked mechanically: "You, you went to negotiate with the production team?"
Wen Cishu had long forgotten how confidently he had spoken to Little Monkey on the phone just now, but now he was so nervous that his logic was uttered in vain.
"I asked Albert to talk to him."
Bo Tingyuan stared at his dark eyes so closely, trying to find a trace of joy in them.
Wen Cishu felt the warmth in his arms, and even the chest in front of him was emitting a steady warmth.
He was a little stuck, not knowing how to continue the conversation for a moment, and after a long while he managed to utter two dry words: "Thank you."
His eyelids drooped slightly, and he wondered helplessly, why was Bo Tingyuan looking at him so deeply tonight? Drank too much?
After a light sniff, Wen Cishu no longer detected any residual smell of alcohol.
Bo Tingyuan used his fingers to smooth away the long hair that had fallen, and slowly tidied it to the thin shoulders.
[A few friends got together tonight to see off a friend, and they drank a little too much. 】
The low, sexy voice mixed with a moist and hot breath made Wen Cishu's eyes, which were fixed on his shoulder, move slightly.
——How did he know that I was thinking about “wine”?
Wen Cishu thought about it and realized that he was willing to explain for the first time in his life, so he definitely couldn't let him go to waste. He nodded gently and said in a gentle voice, "Well, your body is also..."
He almost bit his tongue and changed the subject temporarily, speaking incoherently, "I mean, although you are in good health, you can't stay up late and drink. After all... after all, Yiming is still young, only nine years old, and can't... No, what I mean is..."
He was stunned by what he said, and raised his face in panic to meet the eyes right in front of him.
It was like this again, looking at himself quietly and silently.
If it weren't for the pair of frameless glasses that always reflected cold spots of light, Wen Cishu would have thought that he was directly tempting him to commit a crime.
His slender fingers subconsciously clenched the quilt, and he couldn't help drooping his eyelashes again: "That's not what I meant. I hope you are healthy. We...we can watch Yiming grow up together, and even get married."
This was the first time that Bo Tingyuan heard him say these words, which were also what was in his heart.
When he was about to put his hand on Wen Cishu's thin shoulder, he saw him suddenly staring at his neck.
Wen Cishu looked at the necklace faintly visible beneath the lapel of his pajamas with some curiosity.
The platinum chain is well hidden by the clothes.
Or rather, Bo Tingyuan always wore his pajamas very neatly, so Wen Cishu had never noticed that he was wearing a necklace before.
The chain hangs naturally, and there should be a pendant underneath.
For some unknown reason, Wen Cishu thought of the "missing wedding ring" and instinctively reached out to try to pull open her pajamas to see it clearly.
But when I raised my wrist, I felt heat and it was wrapped by a large palm.
Wen Cishu came back to his senses and realized what he was doing.
Wouldn't it be misunderstood as wanting to strip him of his clothes?
"Forehead."
Bo Tingyuan naturally held his wrist and put his hand into the quilt, then stepped back and pulled the quilt up to cover him: "Go to bed early."
Wen Cishu thought to himself that this mute could actually speak, for example, he mentioned the "drinking" incident just now.
Maybe someone needs to ask?
He leaned back on the pillow, looked up at the man who stood up and prepared to go back to his room, and got straight to the point: "Have you seen my wedding ring?"
After he finished speaking, he clearly saw a light flash across Bo Tingyuan's lens.
He was certain that Bo Tingyuan must know where the wedding ring was.
Her slightly upturned almond-shaped eyes were waiting expectantly for him to speak.
"No."
Bo Tingyuan tidied the quilt as usual, his expression calm, "I'm going to rest. Good night."
Wen Cishu: You can still be selectively mute, right? !
But when the tall figure walked towards the screen and entered the forbidden bedroom, he said quickly for some reason: "I didn't complain that you smelled of alcohol just now."
The sound is light and soft like fluff.
It was like a cloud, casting a round shadow on the lake.
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan paused and was about to savor the softness and loveliness of the cloud when he heard a slight noise outside the door.
“Knock knock~knock knock~”
A rhythmic, brisk knock on the door.
It goes without saying who it comes from.
Bo Tingyuan turned around and walked over to open the door: "Yiming?"
"Grandpa!" Bo Yiming carefully held up the tray with a porcelain bowl of hot medicine and a small cup of osmanthus honey water on it.
He walked slowly into the room.
Following in the corridor outside the door was Aunt Zhong. She explained, "Master, this is the soothing soup that Doctor Lin asked me to make before he left. He said it should be drunk before bed."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan agreed.
Wen Cishu sat up: "Thank you, Mingming baby, but why are you still not asleep?"
Bo Yiming placed the tray safely on the bedside table, then threw himself on his little father's legs and leaned against him through the quilt.
"Little daddy, I'm so happy. We have to participate in the show in a few days, so I can't sleep. I really want Saturday to come soon."
Wen Cishu smiled and thought, this child must also like the hustle and bustle.
Bo Tingyuan thought of the show in a few days, and his already indifferent expression sank, but it instantly softened when he saw the smile on Wen Cishu's face.
Bo Yiming sat up from his knees, and carefully held up his hair while Little Daddy was drinking the medicine: "Little Daddy, drink the honey water quickly."
In fact, the Chinese medicine sent to Wen Cishu was never too bitter.
Now I think that someone had told Dr. Lin to add a few incompatible herbs to each prescription to dilute the strong bitter taste.
Wen Cishu thought that he might have been blinded by greed in the past and that was why he couldn't figure it out.
In this case, he could not be too harsh on Bo Tingyuan for hiding something.
He took a sip of osmanthus honey water, held it on his tongue for a few seconds and then swallowed it.
Wen Cishu saw Bo Tingyuan still in the room from the corner of his eye, so he said to the little monkey, "Dad's Chinese medicine is not that bitter. It will be sweeter with honey water. Don't worry."
Bo Tingyuan raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly.
"Yeah." Bo Yiming leaned on his little daddy's lap and pinched his silky black hair. "Little daddy, I want to sleep with you tonight like in the show?"
After all, she is only nine years old, and she is cute when she acts coquettishly.
He glanced at the big dad quietly, and before the big dad could say anything, he turned over and hugged the little dad's waist and shook him: "Little dad, please be alright!"
The long hair behind Wen Cishu's shoulders fell down in sections, emitting a moist glow in the light.
"Okay~"
Bo Tingyuan didn't say anything, just said: "Yiming, don't squeeze your little daddy."
"Um!"
Bo Yiming happily leaned in his father's arms, acting like a spoiled child. When talking about planting potatoes, he was particularly looking forward to seeing them sprout. "It would be great if I could see them sprout when I wake up tomorrow! Little father, have you ever seen potatoes sprout?"
"Hmm..." Wen Cishu thought seriously, "It seems not. But Dad knows that sprouted potatoes cannot be eaten because they contain toxins."
"Wow, little daddy is awesome."
After Bo Tingyuan closed the screen, he stood there unconsciously and did not leave immediately.
The sound of the father and son laughing and talking was warm and brilliant.
Wen Cishu glanced at the screen, as if he saw a shadow from underneath.
He suddenly thought that maybe sleeping in separate rooms was not to separate him, but Bo Tingyuan himself locked himself in the "forbidden area".
But he spoke again today.
Always a good sign.
Wen Cishu put his arm around the kid's shoulders and said, "Okay, Dad will go wash up, and we will rest in a while."
Bo Yiming sat up as his father stood up: "Little dad, can I tell you a fairy tale? In French."
"Well, your grandmother used to love telling Dad French fairy tales. They were very hypnotic."
Wen Cishu walked into the bathroom with a smile in his voice.
He thought of something else and stood at the door looking back at his son.
"By the way, Yiming, have you told Big Dad about your grandfather's birthday?"
"Um."
Bo Yiming hugged the soft pillow and nodded obediently, "Big Daddy said he has prepared a gift for me to take. Big Daddy won't go. Little Daddy, can you go?"
As far as he can remember, he has always gone to his grandfather's birthday party alone every year.
Although he can take on the responsibility of being the family representative, he also wants his father to be with him.
“I see.”
Wen Cishu glanced at the screen.
The matter between Bo Tingyuan and his father is also a mess.
Specifically, there are many past events that Wen Cishu does not know about.
——Maybe I can learn more about Bo Tingyuan from Grandpa Yiming?
He agreed: "Then Dad will go with you."
"Okay." Bo Yiming jumped happily, "Grandpa will be very happy to see what little dad said, and he will play the piano and dance again."
Every Chinese New Year, when his grandfather was happy, he would play the piano and pull him to dance in circles. He was nothing like the reserved Chinese he knew, but more like the enthusiastic and casual French.
After washing up, Wen Cishu walked back to bed and thought: It would be best to inform Bo Tingyuan tomorrow about the birthday party. I don’t know how he will react.
He lay down and said to his son, "Come on, Daddy will listen to your French fairy tale."
Bo Yiming carefully pulled the quilt together, and the warm fragrance made him feel warm and peaceful.
He sat there seriously, tilted his head and began to recall the French version of the fairy tale that was once stored in his brain: "Hmm..."
Three minutes later: "Hmm..."
It's not that he suddenly couldn't speak French, it's mainly that he couldn't tell stories.
Wen Cishu, with his eyes closed, couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
Bo Yiming: "Little dad, why don't we go to bed. Otherwise, big dad will definitely say that I am not well behaved and will take me out."
Wen Cishu smiled so much that he bent down and hugged the cute big baby.
"Okay, go to sleep, Mingming, little idiot."
Bo Yiming turned off the light and muttered to himself as he hugged his father's arm: "Daddy, please don't say that to me when there are people around, okay?"
Wen Cishu thought to himself, you are a very face-conscious kid, you must have inherited that from your great father.
"I know. When there are people around, you are daddy's little baby Mingming."
Bo Yiming was so happy tonight that he was bubbling with happiness.
In the bedroom separated by a screen.
Bo Tingyuan leaned on the bed, looking quietly at the words "Go home early" on the screen of his mobile phone.
He raised his fingers slightly and touched the pendant of the necklace through his pajamas.
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