Just as I sat down at the dinner table, Bo Ting came downstairs. He was wearing glasses, his hair was slicked back, he didn't have a receding hairline, and he had a refined and scholarly air about him. He was nothing like the decisive and ruthless, smiling Chairman Bo outsiders described him as.
Bo Ting and Gu Wancheng gave each other a kind and approachable smile.
Gu Wancheng obediently called out, "Dad."
Bo Ting: "Okay, let's eat."
"Dad."
Bo Ting, pretending to be blind and not seeing: I can't hear you, I can't hear you.
Bo Yizhou's lips twitched. "..."
Hello, Grandpa!
" Chaochao too." Bo Ting replied with a smile, despite Bo Yizhou's curt response.
"Here, Chengcheng, try this and see if you like it."
Wen Shuyu used serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib and put it into his bowl.
Gu Wancheng nodded, picked it up, took a bite, and said, "It's delicious."
Wen Shuyu smiled and said, "Eat more if you like it. Come to Mom's more often next time, and Mom will have someone prepare more."
Bo Yizhou said quietly, "I can do it."
The implication is that you don't need to come.
Wen Shuyu gripped her chopsticks tightly, smiled at Bo Yizhou, and said gently, "If you can't speak properly, then don't speak."
Gu Wancheng looked up and met his gaze; the gloating in her eyes was clearly visible to him.
I was stunned for a moment, then I saw Bo Yizhou smile and say something.
Gu Wancheng lip-synced to the words, her pupils dilated, and the memories of her dead began to attack her relentlessly.
"He's finished, "Gu Wancheng thought.
In an instant, he lost his appetite for the food and ate the dishes on the table as if they were wax.
He was absentmindedly thinking about what he was planning to do. Was he going to do something indecent to him? Should he agree or not?
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After enduring the agonizing meal, Gu Wancheng began to look forward to the evening.
Okay, he admits it, he's lewd, he's shameless, and he lusts after Bo Yizhou's body.
Gu Wancheng deeply reflected on herself, realizing that as a national hero, how could she allow herself to be tainted with shame? This was wrong.
After deeply despising herself, Gu Wancheng's heart turned yellow again after a while. She remained silent for a moment, then gladly accepted that she had become a little yellow flower.
She gave Bo Yizhou an encouraging look, hoping he would take the initiative.
Bo Yizhou received his gaze, slowly typing a question mark. Not understanding what he meant, he looked over again, but Gu Wancheng had already turned her head away, and he could only see the back of his head.
If you can't figure it out, just stop thinking about it. You'll find out eventually.
"Why don't you let Wancheng?"
"No, they have things to do tomorrow."
Before Gu Wancheng could speak, Bo Yizhou refused.
"Yes, Xiaolin invited me to his house for apple pie. I originally wanted to bring Suisui along, but Dad said he went to another country to travel."
Wen Shuyu glared at her annoying son, then said gently to Gu Wancheng, " Chengcheng, go home and go to bed early tonight. Next time you come to Mom's, I'll pack some croquettes for you. I'll make them again when Suisui comes back."
Gu Wancheng responded softly, "Okay, thank you, Mom."
"Thank you, Grandma."
"Eat the croquettes later, we just finished eating," Wen Shuyu reminded Chaochao.
Chaochao weakly said "okay".
" Chengcheng, you need to keep an eye on Chaochao; you can't let him steal any food."
Chaochao's eyes widened, and she shouted, "I didn't mean to steal any food!"
"Who ate all the croquettes I made before? Only a few crumbs were left."
Chaochao's eyes darted around nervously, and she whispered, "Maybe it's Jerry."
Wen Shuyu didn't say anything more, Chaochao breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to speak.
Gu Wancheng's lips curled up slightly.
"Mom and Dad, we're leaving now," Bo Yizhou said, standing up.
"Go on, don't come next time." Bo Ting waved his hand, his face full of disgust.
Bo Yizhou: "..."
Goodbye, Mom and Dad.
"Goodbye, Grandpa and Grandma!" Chaochao waved vigorously.
Butler Deng was standing nearby, handed over a package of croquettes. Chaochao immediately reached out her hand, and Butler Deng smiled kindly, bent down, and placed the croquettes in Chaochao's hand.
"Thank you, Grandma Deng."
"Young master, you're too kind."
As soon as she got in the car, Chaochao wanted to open the packaging, Gu Wancheng raised an eyebrow and reached out to pick up the box of croquettes.
Chaochao pouted, "Daddy, give it to me, I want to eat it."
"No way, have you forgotten what Grandma said?" Gu Wancheng refused.
Chaochao rolled her eyes, trying to negotiate with him. "Can I just have one piece?"
Gu Wancheng turned and stuffed the croquettes into Bo Yizhou Yizhou's arms, then spread her hands at Chaochao, "There aren't any left. Go ask your father for some."
Chaochao stared wide-eyed at the unreasonable adult, her puffs of anger rising.
His eyes were fixed on the croquette on Bo Yizhou's lap.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke, "Father, I can..."
"No." Before he could speak, Bo Yizhou decisively refused.
After being rejected twice, Chaochao glared at them fiercely, trying to make them surrender with his eyes. However, even after he got tired of staring, the two adults didn't react.
Chaochao snorted loudly and turned her head away, ignoring them.
Gu Wancheng nudged the person next to her with her elbow and received a puzzled look in return.
"What do you want to do?" Gu Wancheng whispered in his ear.
After thinking about it, Gu Wancheng still couldn't resist.
"What?" Bo Yizhou asked.
"You know, like what you said before."
"We'll talk about it when we get back." Bo Yizhou mimicked Gu Wancheng's actions, leaning close to his ear and whispering, his hot breath brushing against his ear.
Gu Wancheng moved to the side, then paused, moved back, and tried to flirt with him again.
But how do I flirt with him? (Pondering)
Looking at his well-defined knuckles, Gu Wancheng had an idea and immediately put it into practice.
Gu Wancheng reached out and took Bo Yizhou's hand, placed it on her lap, and gently squeezed it.
Bo Yizhou glanced at it with some surprise.
Gu Wancheng lowered her head, her face slightly flushed, and played with Bo Yizhou's hand. There were some calluses on it, which he actually had too, but you couldn't tell unless you touched it. Because of painting, Gu Wancheng would often take care of her hands.
Gu Wancheng rubbed her hands against the calluses on his hands, feeling a slight sting; they were too hard.
She would occasionally squeeze his hand, and slowly, Gu Wancheng's fingers intertwined with his. One hand had distinct knuckles and prominent veins, much larger than the other. The other hand was slender and long, fair and smooth, with pink nails that looked rather cute.
Bo Yizhou's eyes darkened as he stared at their intertwined hands. He slowly tightened his grip on Gu Wancheng's delicate hand, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.
Gu Wancheng, with her head down, smiled brightly as her beautiful peach blossom eyes curved upwards, but unfortunately, no one around her could see it.
Chaochao was still sulking by himself, completely unaware that the two adults next to him had already hooked up and forgotten about him.
After a while, Chaochao calmed herself down and turned to forgive them.
Then he saw their tightly clasped hands, and instantly he exploded with anger, his face puffing up like a little pufferfish. This time, he couldn't appease himself!