Marry a Rich Old Man

As a good baby with a heart big enough to fit two watermelons, An Wuyang started to pack his daily necessities, toothbrushes, towels, bath slippers after eating, after all, he was going to live with Mr. Huo for a year.

"??" No, is it a year?

Halfway through packing, he took out his mobile phone to do something, oh no, Cha Du Niang.

Enter keywords, click search, and a bunch of answers come out are the personal experience of working mothers, saying: those things about returning to the workplace after giving birth to a baby.

There are also two cases of natural delivery and caesarean section. The general conclusion is that the recovery period of normal delivery is short, and you can return to the workplace in three to six months.

Caesarean section has a long recovery period, ranging from half a year to a year, which is relatively safe.

In other words, if I don't have the conditions for natural delivery, I will have to recover for half a year before returning to school.

No, An Wuyang frowned and thought, the start of the school season waits for no one, counting with his fingers, it will take at least two years.

Frowning, he suddenly loosened his brows again, thinking angrily, he didn't like reading in the first place, wouldn't it be better to play for two years, so worried.

At 09:30 in the evening, Mr. Huo, who had been serving me all day today, called me again.

"Hello?" An Wuyang said hello, just now he was late to take a shower after packing up his things, now he just finished washing, his body is still steaming, even his voice is the same.

Originally, Huo Yunchuan just wanted to make a call to remind the other party to sleep, but he was reluctant to hang up when he heard the voice. He couldn't figure out how a boy's voice could arouse his old uncle's lust over and over again. .

Could it be that he was born a pervert?

"Are you tired? Are you in good health?" Suppressing his colored thoughts, he asked.

"I'm fine." The little angel on the other side of the phone replied, with a lingering voice of concern for him: "Are you tired from the long drive?"

I went back and forth twice today, and my dad had already complained and lay down all over the world, and he didn't even eat much for dinner.

"I'm not tired." Huo Yunchuan glanced at his second child who was about to move, but hoped that he would get down tired, so as not to worry about the young boy whose face hadn't even opened yet: "Cough, how did you eat dinner? What did you eat?"

"Fish, and tender tofu." An Wuyang felt strangely fresh, and no one ever asked him what he had for dinner and whether he ate well.

"What?" Huo Yunchuan asked, swallowing.

"I said fish, and tender tofu." An Wuyang repeated.

"Tofu is just tofu...why add tender..." The man over there gritted his teeth and covered his eyes in despair: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Huh? Huh?" An Wuyang said, "Describe objective facts and increase appetite."

"Fart." Huo Yunchuan thought, what you increased is obviously my sexual desire.

"If you have a problem with the tender ones, then let's use the white tofu..." An Wuyang said indifferently, as long as Mr. Huo is happy.

"Forget it..." It's either in vain or tenderness, there is no way to talk today, Huo Yunchuan couldn't stand it and said: "Good night, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, good night." An Wuyang muttered in his heart after hanging up the phone, chatting well, Mr. Huo's mood can change as he says, it's really hard to figure it out.

That night Huo Yunchuan had a dream all night about all kinds of white and tender tofu. The tofu not only had arms and legs, but also sweetly called his brother to hug him.

"..." Seeing his [beep——] submerged in the tofu, Huo Yunchuan woke up sweating profusely in fright, and found that he was a pillar of the sky.

At the same time, the sky is also bright...

"Fuck..." The number of times he got angry recently is enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

It's all due to that An Wuyang who is full of nasty jokes, who makes pornographic jokes for himself, as if he can't eat well if he doesn't make his crotch explode for a day.

bother.

After some relief, Huo Yunchuan dressed himself up neatly and went out with brisk steps.

"Mr. Huo, you are going to come up and help me move things today."

The old man clicked on the voice note, and while driving, he played the request of the coquettish essence in a loop, and murmured in his heart, what day did I not go up to pick him up?

On the contrary, this person's courage is really getting bigger and bigger.

But yes, there are few men in this world who can do what they do, treat each other so well, and be so responsible.

If it were my buddy Ji Mingjue who would take up the matter, he would just give the money away.

The cranky Mr. Huo straightened his hair in front of the mirror when he arrived.

When he went up and saw An Wuyang sorting two boxes of luggage, he was blown away. With such a heavy workload, the other party's thin arms and legs like tender tofu, is he torturing himself or others!

"Why are you arranging so many things?" Huo Yunchuan said unhappily, "I have everything over there." And he prepared it overnight, so why should this person prepare it by himself.

"It's all my daily necessities." An Wuyang wiped the sweat off his nose, and commanded: "The elevator is here, let's move in."

Hearing the request, Huo Yunchuan immediately compromised, saying: "It's me, not us." In front of An Wuyang, he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up, revealing his muscular arms, and moved a box as if playing .

An Wuyang's eyes were glued to that arm, feeling envious in his heart.

The boxes were all moved and the elevator doors were closed.

"What are you looking at?" Huo Yunchuan tugged at his collar, knowingly asked.

I was very envious of the safety of this kind of figure, and answered honestly: "Look at your muscles, Mr. Huo is really a man among men, very cool and manly." To tell the truth, Huo Yunchuan was originally handsome, with a huge man and a good figure.

"Really?" Huo Yunchuan felt comfortable in his heart, but on the surface he said nonchalantly: "Little people are quite good at flattering, I thought you were very simple."

Also, how could a simple person have a one-night stand with him, and figured it out, it was An Wuyang who started it first.

"I'm telling the truth, why do you think I'm flattering?" An Wuyang thought that he was quite simple, at least he would not tell lies against his conscience.

Thinking of this, he looked down from Mr. Huo's chest...

Huo Yunchuan felt his thighs tense, and turned around in an instant to avoid being molested.

But it was undeniable that his concerns came from his suit pants being too thin, rather than any other messy reasons.

An Wuyang blinked, wondering in his heart, Mr. Huo, who is rich and handsome, would be shy?

Why don't you believe it yourself.

Mr. Huo, a veteran of fake love, said with a serious face: "When you get there, an aunt will take care of you. You stay at home during the day, and I have to go to work."

"Is it that we will see you sooner or later?" An Wuyang didn't think too much, just stating the facts.

Huo Yunchuan immediately looked at him with complicated eyes, thinking about the choice between heaven and man, a little embarrassed: "If you strongly wish, I can work at home."

Even when you are young, you need someone to accompany you, not to mention this coquettish spirit.

He is very understanding.

"Oh..." An Wuyang nodded. In fact, he wanted to say something else, but since he arrived at the first floor, he had to get in the car first.

Mr. Huo interpreted this "oh" as, okay, just stay with me at home and don't go anywhere.

He was thinking in his heart, he went to the company to hold a meeting today, to finish the work, let go of what should be let go, and explain what should be explained.

Although as an executive president and director, it seems irresponsible to do so.But do outsiders understand the situation I am facing now?Can you empathize?

No, they have no chance of understanding.

An Wuyang, who was sitting in the back row, thought hard, and finally remembered what they had just discussed.

He thought about his words and said: "Mr. Huo, regarding the office location, you should focus on work. I can do it by myself."

Hearing the young man's hindsight, President Huo showed an expression that I knew you would say that, and said flatly: "Needless to say, it's decided."

"Okay." An Wuyang thought about it for a while, and didn't resent being accompanied by him.

Although I was not used to it at first, as the second child who has been ignored all the year round, I will never be nervously watched by my parents, and I will not even care about eating KFC.

Now being taken care of by Mr. Huo, he wakes up on time every day, goes to bed on time, not only eats three meals regularly, but also eats and plays well, and people care about whether he will slip when he urinates.

To be honest, the same is true of a father to a son, and some may not be able to do it.

"Mr. Huo, thank you." After thinking a little too much, An Wuyang suddenly said sincerely.

"You're welcome." Huo Yunchuan said, the dotted line on the road reflected the motionless sunglasses.

"Have you always been this cool?" An Wuyang asked curiously, wrapped up in a beaming blanket and leaned over, and fixed his hands on the other's seat.

When Huo Yunchuan found out that he was doing such a dangerous action, he slammed his head, and immediately reprimanded him: "It's safe and sound, sit back quickly." At the same time, the speed of the car also slowed down, his face was very smelly.

"Okay, okay." An Wuyang retreated obediently, hugging his own blanket and sitting down.

"Do you want to scare me to death so that you can inherit my Alipay?" President Huo said seriously.

"Pfft..." The young man who was frightened and depressed just now burst into a smile, feeling very surprised. He didn't know that Mr. Huo would also joke: "No, even if you die, it's not my turn to inherit your Alipay .”

Huo Yunchuan listened to that smile in a daze, and said in a strange way: "Then do you want to inherit?"

"I don't want to." But he was curious about Mr. Huo's Alipay: "Mr. Huo, how much is your Alipay?"

Huo Yunchuan paused: "I'll show you when I get home."

Surprised, An Wuyang opened his mouth, unable to believe it, did he really show it to himself?

After half an hour, we reached our destination.

Huo Yunchuan lives in a high-end residential area in the city center, and the housing prices here can scare many small and medium-sized entrepreneurs to death.

The simple boy who can directly say the answer of "don't want to" doesn't feel any difference between this place and his old community, not all places to live.

After going up, I just feel that the house is really spacious, more spacious and beautiful than my own home.

"It's really like a model house..." An Wuyang stood in the middle of the room and muttered something.

Huo Yunchuan looked around, isn't it? After living for several years, it is still deserted.

"You don't like this decoration?" He began to ponder without hesitation, and asked Chen Fang to change a batch of warm-colored furniture, and then hang some abstract paintings that young people would like.

"I like it." An Wuyang shook his head frequently, and said while walking, "There is also a gym, which is great."

The bathroom is also large, with a round bathtub.

"This is the bedroom." Huo Yunchuan took the new tenant's hand and led him to the big room.

"It's so big..." An Wuyang exclaimed, standing beside him embarrassed to go in: "My bed is only one-third of your bed, maybe not enough." He gestured with his hand.

"Why don't you go in?" Huo Yunchuan asked.

"Oh, then shall I go in?" An Wuyang stepped into Mr. Huo's private space with the mentality of going in for a visit, wearing soft indoor slippers, and looked around, thinking quietly, so this is the property of the wealthy president. Room.

A little frigid.

It is very consistent with Mr. Huo's impression.

After tossing and tossing for so many days, he finally got this person into his territory. Huo Yunchuan turned around and went out with peace of mind, and moved the suitcase of clothes into his bedroom.

An Wuyang said confusedly: "Mr. Huo, those are my clothes, you can move to the guest room."

President Huo paused when he moved the luggage, and continued to move in shamelessly: "I forgot to tell you earlier that you want to share a room with me." Because the gym guy used to be a guest room, that's it.