Chapter 16
"How about Daddy helps you with your homework?"
As the words fell, the little one in his arms took a step back, then another step.
"Little Papa, I'm already nine years old, I can finish my homework by myself!"
As he spoke, Bo Yiming turned and bolted, the tail end of his voice flying away completely.
Wen Cishu: Tch, my redundant fatherly love.
He leisurely returned to the bedroom on the second floor, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and only then saw "Liberty Leading the People" in the WeChat group, unable to help laughing.
[@Teacher Zhou, I'm really sorry I was sleeping all afternoon, just woke up a bit. I'll let the parties involved appreciate it in a moment.]
Zhou Xu:[It's fine, no worries]
Zhu Wei:[Yiming's father, are you feeling unwell? You seemed exhausted today]
Wen Cishu was somewhat touched:[It's just that going out is rare, it takes some energy, sleeping once will fix it. Thanks for caring, Sister Wei.]
Chu Han:[Yiming's father calls me Teacher Chu, but calls Teacher Zhu Sister Wei]
Wen Cishu held his phone and leaned against the head of the bed with a soft laugh:[No no, Teacher Chu is Sister Han]
Chu Han sent an old-fashioned sticker:[You and I raise a cup, sharing a prosperous age]
Wen Cishu thought that Teacher Chu was quiet and gentle when getting along on the show, but he hadn't expected her to have such a cute and witty side in private.
Zhou Xu:[Then what about me?]
Wen Cishu:[Teacher Zhou, you seem younger than me, are you sure you want me to change how I address you?]
Zhou Xu:[Then I'll still be called Teacher Zhou, I'll take advantage of that haha]
[Let you see what Xiao Qi asked me and his mom to make when he came home today]
A cute and lovely three-dimensional cloud photo frame popped up on the screen, and right in the center was a photo of the four little little ones digging radishes.
Chu Han:[So cute]
Zhu Wei:[What a coincidence]
She also sent out a printed photo, which was pressed onto Rongrong's photo wall.
The photo was located right in the center, clearly Rongrong's favorite.
Wen Cishu was infected by this cute atmosphere and couldn't help telling everyone about accompanying Bo Yiming to plant potatoes, winning a laugh.
Suddenly, Wen Cishu thought of a person, clicked on his WeChat contact, and typed:
[Uncle Xu said you didn't sleep at all last night, don't be too tired, go home early and rest.]
After thinking about it, he felt it was rather awkward.
After recalling the message, he retyped.[Are you done with work? Go home early.]
A few minutes after sending it out, there was also no response.
Wen Cishu was thinking that he was probably still busy.
As it happened, the bedroom door was pushed open, and the person who came was none other than Bo Yiming with a bland expression, his green-eyed eyelids lifting behind cold lenses, looking straight over, leaking a trace of chill.
Wen Cishu tossed his phone aside.
--Fine then, redundant care again.
Bo Yiming kept track of his complexion; it was ruddier than when he went out, and his phoenix eyes also revealed a lively spirit.
He closed the door and walked inward.
Wen Cishu's nose was sensitive; as he approached, he suddenly caught a faint scent of alcohol, and it might even be a hard liquor like whiskey.
He asked somewhat unexpectedly:"You drank?"
If you didn't sleep all night and still drank alcohol, that's bad for your body, right?
Although Bo Yiming himself didn't show any fatigue, Wen Cishu was vaguely somewhat worried.
No matter how good a physical foundation was, it couldn't withstand day-after-day consumption, not to mention there was also the unspeakable illness.
Hearing these words and his slightly furrowed brow, Bo Yiming stopped at the end of the bed and did not move forward again.
"I'm going to take a shower, you look first."
He placed the documents at the corner of the bed and turned to walk toward the screen sliding door.
"Oh."
Wen Cishu was solely focused on looking at his face and paid no attention at all to the fact that he was still holding documents in his hand-and they were actually for himself?
Curiously, he got up and lunged over, his tone brisk and muttering,"Let me see what this is~"
Bo Yiming, who had just opened the screen, turned his face to look at the bed.
Under the milky-white light, Wen Cishu's exceptionally slender figure was sunken into the soft bedding, his long hair casually twisted into a loose bun, the strands of hair draping over his slender neck.
The silk fabric pajamas extended slowly along the slightly undulating lines of his back, the gold-threaded hem was relatively heavy, slipping forward at the waist and revealing a sliver of snow-white, slender waist.
Bo Yiming's gaze, upon contacting his upturned, rounded buttocks, quickly pulled back, shoved the screen open hard, and stepped inside.
Chapter 16
""Little Ones Are Supermen" supplementary agreement?" Wen Cishu opened the documents in surprise, skimming through them quickly; everything else was normal, except for the guest remuneration part, which would increase by another five million.
Wen Cishu wasn't short on money, but after all, this was his first time properly exchanging labor for remuneration, so he was naturally overjoyed.
He couldn't help holding the documents, rolling over to lie on the quilt, and turning his head to look at the gorgeous and exquisite Chinese-style screen.
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When Bo Yiming walked out of the bathroom, he faintly heard the sound of Wen Cishu talking, a clear and pleasant voice mixed with a hint of joy.
Wen Cishu:"Little idiot, of course your big papa helped us negotiate it."
Bo Yiming pulled open the screen and saw the person lying flat on his back, talking on the phone.
Hearing that, Wen Cishu glanced at him, remembered he still needed to ask him about the ring, and said to the little monkey:"Alright, finish your homework and go to sleep quickly~"
Bo Yiming seemed to feel the warmth of winter sunlight from his tone.
Wen Cishu hung up the phone and was about to get up when he unexpected that Bo Yiming had already walked to the bedside and leaned down to embrace him.
He smelled a faint scent of dark wood, which was the scent of the body wash and shampoo Bo Yiming habitually used.
Dark wood inherently possessed a restrained and steady fragrance; emanating from Bo Yiming's body, it unexpectedly also had a cold tone, both dignified and ascetic.
By the time Wen Cishu reacted, his lower back was supported by his broad palm.
The temperature of the palm unmistakably passed through the thin pajama fabric, branding a burning mark onto his skin.
He unconsciously straightened his waist.
Bo Yiming's eyes, like a green glacier, seemed to have a stream of shattered ice slide across them as spring arrived.
He steadily held the person in his arms and placed him at the head of the bed, his tone as low as usual:"Nothing to ask me?"
At this moment, the distance between them was too close.
Wen Cishu sniffed the dark wood fragrance enveloping him, unable to help feeling perplexed:
They all said this fragrance was best at calming the mind and stabilizing the soul, so why was he currently feeling unsettled and anxious?
He steadied his mind, as if controlled by those mysterious green eyes, and mechanically asked:"You, you went to negotiate with the production team?"
Wen Cishu had long forgotten that just now on the phone he had been so certain when saying that to the little monkey, but now he was overly nervous, to the point of being entirely illogical.
"I had Albert go negotiate."
Bo Yiming gazed this closely into his pitch-black pupils, wanting to find a trace of joy once more from the bottom of his eyes.
Wen Cishu felt the heat between the crook of his arms, and even the chest in front of him was continuously emitting a steady warmth.
He stuttered slightly, not knowing how to pick up the thread for a moment, and only spoke two dry words after a long while:"Thank you."
With his eyelids slightly lowered, he thought in a flustered manner: why was Bo Yiming looking at him so deeply tonight? Drank too much alcohol?
Sniffing slightly with his nose, Wen Cishu no longer sensed any residual smell of alcohol.
Bo Yiming's fingers brushed away the slipping long hair, methodically tucking it behind his thin shoulder.
[A few friends gathered for a small get-together tonight to send off a friend, they drank a bit more.]
The low, slow, and sexy voice mixed with the damp and hot breath made Wen Cishu's gaze, which had fallen on his shoulder, shift slightly.
--How did he know he was thinking about the matter of "alcohol"?
Wen Cishu thought about it again: he had astonishingly been willing to open his mouth to explain, so he himself certainly couldn't let his words fall flat. He lightly nodded and said in a gentle voice:"Mm, your body also..."
He almost bit his tongue, temporarily changing his words incoherently,"I mean, although your body is very good, you still can't stay up late and drink alcohol. After all... after all, Yiming is still young, only nine years old, you can't... no, what I mean is..."
He had talked himself into a daze, panicked, and lifted his face in a split second, locking gazes with the eyes right before him.
It was like this again, looking at him quietly and silently.
If not for the fact that those rimless glasses always refracted cold spots of light, Wen Cishu would have thought he was straightforwardly alluring him into committing a crime.
His slender, delicate fingers tightened around the quilt involuntarily, and unable to take it, he lowered his eyelashes once more:"I didn't mean that. I want you to be healthy. We... we can watch Yiming grow into an adult together, and even get married."
This was the first time Bo Yiming heard him say these words, and they were also his true thoughts.
The palm resting at his side was just preparing to rest on Wen Cishu's thin shoulder when he saw him suddenly staring at his own neckline.
Wen Cishu's gaze carried a bit of curiosity as he looked at the faintly discernible necklace beneath the lapel of Bo Yiming's pajamas.
The platinum chain was tucked away very well by the clothes.
Or rather, Bo Yiming always wore his pajamas extremely upright, to the extent that Wen Cishu hadn't noticed before that he actually wore a necklace.
The chain hung down naturally, and there should still be a pendant below it.
On an impulse, Wen Cishu thought of the "disappeared wedding ring", and instinctively reached out in an attempt to pull apart the pajamas to see clearly.
Yet his raised wrist grew hot, enveloped by a broad palm.
Wen Cishu came to his senses, only then realizing what he was doing.
He wouldn't be misunderstood as trying to strip him, would he?
"Uh."
Bo Yiming naturally grasped his wrist, put his hand back into the quilt, pulled the quilt back up to tuck him in, and stepped back:"Sleep early."
Wen Cishu thought to himself that this mute actually could speak, like the matter of "drinking alcohol" just now.
Perhaps he needed someone else to ask?
He leaned against the pillow, looking up at the man who had stood up and was preparing to return to his room, and got straight to the point:"Have you seen my wedding ring?"