Marry a Rich Old Man

There is a gap between people, this fact, An Wuyang had a deep understanding when he was not sensible.

He remembered that in the year when he entered junior high school, in the ordinary elementary school he attended, there were two classmates who met every day and got very good grades in the exam.

No matter how good it is, it is said that he can go to the best school in the city.

At that time, the school's sensation was no less than the provincial champion in the college entrance examination.

The parents of the classmates also had a party, and An Wuyang also attended as a classmate.

When he arrived at his classmate's house, he witnessed the confident atmosphere, the intimacy between classmates and parents...

That was the first time that An Wuyang felt envious and powerless, and emotions of longing and inferiority arose in his heart.

He faintly recalled his childhood, opened the cabinet, took out flour, baking powder, sugar, etc. from the cabinet, and prepared to make a chiffon cake.

Aunt Zhang cleaned up the mess left just now, and said to him: "It's all right, you tell Mr. Huo, Auntie has gone back."

An Wuyang hurriedly said, "Okay, Aunt Zhang, be careful on the road."

He pretended to be tidying things up instead of secretly getting ready to make a cake.

After Aunt Zhang left, An Wuyang followed the steps he had memorized fluently, beating eggs, dividing eggs, and sifting flour...

Step by step, do it super seriously and carefully.

Before he knew it, a thin layer of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose.

An Wuyang didn't notice this, and continued to stare at the work in his hands.

An hour passed like this.

Huo Yunchuan hadn't seen An Wuyang come in for an afternoon nap for a long time, and wondered if the other party was frightened by him just now?

He frowned with shame and injustice: "..." As a young and middle-aged man, it is normal for him to react to the person he likes.

The other party is also a man, so he can understand even if he doesn't support it.

However, President Huo's mouth twitched when he thought of An Wuyang's innocence, thinking that he would be understood.

"Why don't you take a nap today?"

An Wuyang suddenly heard a voice, it was Mr. Huo who came.

Fortunately, he has already put the cake in the oven.

"Well, I'm not sleepy." An Wuyang pointed to the oven in front of him and said, "Aunt Zhang baked it, you can eat it when the time is up..."

Huo Yunchuan had a very good impression of An Wuyang's character, and he didn't believe that the other party would lie.

"Don't eat too much cake." He ordered without doubt.

An Wuyang nodded and smiled at him.

Huo Yunchuan quickly moved his hands that always reveal emotions behind his back: "You slept late last night, it's better to go to sleep."

Hearing Mr. Huo's suggestion, An Wuyang glanced at the oven, and it would take another 30 minutes to bake.

With his stomach full of small calculations, he nodded to Huo Yunchuan: "Okay, let's sleep for half an hour."

President Huo focused all his attention on the word 'we' and was completely delighted.

He looked at the little angel with fiery eyes, nodded and agreed: "Yes."

Then turn around and go in to make the bed.

However, An Wuyang's mind is full of cakes, thinking that he must not miss the time.

He adjusted the alarm clock carefully before he dared to lie down.

Behind him is the warm chest of Mr. Huo. Ever since he was confessed face-to-face, it has finally made people think about it...

An Wuyang closed his eyes, and a tall, strong figure with perfect lines appeared in his mind.

He moved forward a little involuntarily, subconsciously controlling his breathing by the way.

Huo Yunchuan will never know that just half an arm away from him, a pure little angel is fantasizing about him.

Half an hour later, the alarm clock that An Wuyang had adjusted rang.

He got up, rubbed his sleepy face, and got out of bed to look at his work.

Huo Yunchuan raised his eyelids, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of sleeping.

He thought An Wuyang had just gone to the bathroom.

I was nervous about whether the cake would be safe and sound, so I put on anti-scald gloves, opened the oven and took the cake out.

"..." He smelled a strong fragrance and smiled.

An Wuyang couldn't wait to break off a piece with his hands and put it in his mouth.

He tasted it slowly, his expression transitioning from calm and contemplative to a satisfied smile.

In fact, the cakes are not delicious, at least not as delicious as those made by ordinary cake shops.

However, An Wuyang felt that his cake was not without merit.

And after he tasted it, he automatically identified the shortcomings in his mind, and he knew exactly how he should improve next time.

"This is probably the talent God gave me..." An Wuyang patted the debris and murmured.

He returned to the bed with a calm expression, moved lightly, hugged Huo Yunchuan's arm beside him, and fell asleep.

"..." Mr. Huo, who was pretending to be asleep, didn't dare to vent his breath, and only dared to gently rub the top of the little angel's hair with his chin.

Sunday passed like this, and soon it was Monday.

An Wuyang sat on the bed to wake up, and suddenly rubbed his stuffy chest: "I feel a little nauseous."

Huo Yunchuan threw down his half-dressed clothes and took out a bucket from the house.

He told An Wuyang to vomit here: "No need to go to the bathroom."

Just sat on the bed and vomited comfortably.

But how can nausea be comfortable, not to mention that when you wake up in the morning, your stomach is empty.

It's hardest when you have nothing to vomit.

An Wuyang's entire face was distorted into an ugly look, but he kept silent all the time.

He grasped the rim of the bucket with his thin white fingers, lowered his head and aimed his mouth at the mouth of the bucket...

Huo Yunchuan squatted beside him and guarded him, his brows were tightly knotted into a knot.

There was nothing he could do except to soothe An Wuhai's back with his palm.

Both are boring gourds, one is not used to complaining, and the other is not good at comforting.

Apart from An Wuyang's occasional vomiting sound, the bedroom can only be silent.

Ten minutes later, the young boy with a pale face raised his head and asked for water and paper towels.

Huo Yunchuan delivered these things immediately, and then twisted the hot towel, brought tools for brushing teeth, and so on.

An Wuyang knew that he had hypotension, so he accepted the other party's kindness: "Thank you."

The voice he just vomited was hoarse and weak.

"Why do you say thank you to me?" Huo Yunchuan said, "Don't say it again in the future."

He was not so happy to hear it.

In this matter, the young boy who thought it was all right nodded, and finally finished the washing steps a little uncomfortable.

Then he lay back on the bed and rested listlessly with the quilt in his arms.

Huo Yunchuan's heart clenched into a ball, he got up and went to the kitchen to heat porridge.

There was a call from the company, and he answered, "I'm very busy now, don't call me if it's not urgent."

Anyone who called him could tell that the president was in a bad mood.

Fortunately, An Wuyang got up and ate, and his spirit gradually improved.

He even snatched the bowl from Huo Yunchuan's hand and devoured it himself.

"I vomited hard just now, and I'm very hungry." An Wuyang smiled embarrassedly when he saw that Mr. Huo was staring at him intently.

Then continue to feed yourself at this rate.

Huo Yunchuan looked at An Wuyang almost in a daze. If he hadn't experienced it himself, how could he believe that someone in this world can put you in hell with one expression, and then send you straight to heaven with another expression.

He took the bowl that An Wuyang had finished eating and placed it on the table next to him.

Then open your arms and hug each other tightly...

But An Wuyang just ate his fill, and his body and mind were immersed in the satisfaction of being full.

In such a beautiful atmosphere, he burped softly: "Hi..."

After President Huo was stunned, he hugged the little angel and laughed softly.

After discovering that he was hiccupping, An Wuyang also smiled: "I'm sorry."

Fortunately, what I ate just now was lean corn porridge, and it didn't have a heavy taste!

"It's okay." With a smile on his lips, Huo Yunchuan got up to wash the dishes in a comfortable mood, and worked hard for the little angel.

An Wuyang got up, brushed his hair, and changed his clothes.

He was going to get his marriage certificate today, so he opened the closet, planning to pick out a nice set of clothes.

I have already inquired clearly before that I have to wear a white shirt when taking group photos, so I chose a white shirt.

An Wuyang took out one of the few shirts he had, and touched the fine fabric with his fingers, with a hesitant expression.

He was silent for a few seconds, and took the clothes to iron them.

Huo Yunchuan usually wears white shirts, and his wardrobe is full of them.

He chose in it for about ten seconds, and chose a shirt of the same series as the little angel.

Aunt Zhang irons the clothes she wears every day.

Now take it out and wear it once.

An Wuyang changed her clothes and stroked her hair: "Mr. Huo, I want to get a haircut..."

He felt that his hair was a bit long and he didn't look very energetic.

Huo Yunchuan frowned slightly: "We will get a marriage certificate soon, do you think you should change your name?"

Mr. Huo is always longer than Mr. Huo and Mr. Huo is shorter, which seems to be extravagant.

"That's right." An Wuyang thought the same way before, but he got used to shouting, so he didn't change his words: "But..." He suddenly muttered, "Should I charge a change fee?"

Huo Yunchuan: "Cough..."

His stern old face flushed, and the blood rushed to his heart.

"Hmm..." The man over thirty years old replied vaguely with a trembling heart, "I'll give it to you."

An Wuyang waved his hand and said, "I'm just joking, how could I ask you for a red envelope."

Even if Mr. Huo didn't mind, he was too embarrassed to accept it.

This is the itinerary after going out, first take An Wuyang to the store, and have a fashionable and beautiful haircut.

Huo Yunchuan found that no matter what hairstyle his little angel cut, there was always a hint of obedience.

He curled his lips into a smile and continued to read the newspaper in his hand.

After cutting it, An Wuyang looked around in the mirror and thought it was not bad.

It's just that the bangs are a little short, revealing the eyebrows.

He protested to the hairstyle teacher before, but the other party said that he has a good face shape and this hairstyle is completely holdable.

The hairstyle teacher was also very puzzled when he saw the finished product. It was such a cool, handsome and domineering hairstyle, but when it came to this guest, it suddenly became literary and fresh...

I don't understand.

An Wuyang didn't know at first that it would take so long to get his hair cut here, and it was already eleven o'clock after the cut.

He urged: "Mr. Huo, let's go quickly, the Civil Affairs Bureau is going to get off work."

Then everyone around looked at him.

A tall man stood up from the waiting area, walked up to the young boy who looked very small, put his arms around his waist and walked out.

An Wuyang sat in the car and watched the fleeting street scene, and his heart was much calmer than in the morning.

He felt that the occurrence of many things seemed inevitable, and he didn't need to resist too much, as long as he experienced it down-to-earth.

Arriving at the nearest civil affairs gate, Huo Yunchuan stopped the car.

He didn't think he was a gentleman, but when he came to the door, he still asked responsibly, "Are you sure you really want to register with me?"

An Wuyang nodded.

The man in front could see his reaction through the rearview mirror.

"If there is no accident, there will be no divorce." Huo Yunchuan made it clear.

This is different from what was agreed at the beginning, the marriage is no longer for the sake of the baby, An Wuyang knows it well.

He frowned and said nothing, his chin couldn't move for a long time.

Huo Yunchuan leaned on the comfortable seat and sighed heavily.

Then he opened the car door and went out, leaving space for An Wuyang himself.

But he didn't go far, he was standing next to the car, An Wuyang could see his back when he turned his head.

Mr. Huo looked very irritable, and now he must want to smoke a cigarette to relieve boredom. I don't know why, but An Wuyang feels this way.

If he thinks about it carefully, he hasn't seen Huo Yunchuan smoking for a long time.

Throw away the ashtrays at home...

Mr. Huo told Aunt Zhang to take it and throw it away.

"Okay, if you don't leave, you won't leave." An Wuyang said to himself, anyway, Mr. Huo will get tired of it in the future, and this marriage still has to be divorced.

Thinking about this, he opened the door and got out of the car.

"Mr. Huo, let's go in."

There is not enough time soon, and I will take pictures later.

Huo Yunchuan turned his head, walked over without saying a word, took An Wuyang's hand, and went straight to the gate.

This is probably the fastest speed An Wuyang has traveled since he was with him.

The journey was unimpeded, and the couple was quickly arranged by the staff to submit materials and take pictures.

"Have you brought your account book?"

"Bring it."

Huo Yunchuan took out two copies, and he got the safe household registration book and ID card in the morning.

When taking pictures, the photographer made a uniform request to the newcomers: "Come on, the two of you get closer, look at the camera and smile."

An Wuyang was an obedient child, and when he heard the words, he stood next to Huo Yunchuan, smiling brightly.

click-

The marriage certificate photo of him and Huo Yunchuan was frozen in the photographer's camera.

After taking the photos, I was told to sit and wait, because the marriage certificate can be obtained on the same day.

An Wuyang was quite calm, except for occasionally raising his head to see what the staff was doing.

The man sitting next to him was calmer than him, just sitting there, holding his hand, so bored that he didn't say a word.

Finally, the staff said it was done.

Huo Yunchuan went forward with An Wuyang and got their red skills.

"Is there a copy that belongs to me?" An Wuyang's eyes were full of curiosity, he stretched out his finger to touch, wanting to take one.

"I'll keep it." Huo Yunchuan only gave An Wuyang a glance, then put it away by himself.

This book will be used for the divorce, and he plans to lock it up after returning it, so that An Wuyang can't touch it again.