Marry a Rich Old Man

Hastily moved away to let the other party go in to the bathroom, but the other party looked at me with complicated eyes, showing no intention of going in at all.

An Wuyang was thinking in his heart that if this man was angry that he did not perform well today, he would quit and pack up his things and prepare to go home.

As soon as this idea appeared, An Wuyang's face turned dark. After all, avoiding problems is not the purpose of his life.

He thinks it is still necessary to have a good communication: "That..."

Before he could say anything, Huo Yunchuan stretched out his long arms and pulled the young man who was close at hand into his arms: "I'm sorry."

An Wuyang was dumbfounded for a moment, resting his chin on the opponent's broad shoulders, he needed to stand on tiptoes to be more comfortable, otherwise he would not even be able to breathe smoothly: "It's okay."

It seems that this person is not trying to blame himself, which is true.

I was born with the same conditions, and it's not my fault that I'm not good.

"It's not that they don't like you." Huo Yunchuan hugged the depressed An Wuyang tightly in his arms, and sighed: "You will know later."

An Wuyang blinked his eyes, and wanted to nod, but found that there was limited room for his jaw to move, so it was better to get out of Mr. Huo's arms first.

He said, "Let go of me first."

With such an indecent attitude, if Huo Yunchuan's parents see it, they will definitely leave the impression of being frivolous and frivolous.

Huo Yunchuan let go of An Wuyang, and looked at the other party with a pair of deep and dark eyes. Knowing that there was nothing wrong with An Wuyang's expression, he continued, "Don't think too much about it."

In fact, An Wuyang really didn't think much about it, these are just facts.

He calmly said: "I didn't think much about it." He also comforted the other party in turn: "Are you too nervous? It's normal for everyone to be cautious when meeting for the first time."

In order to make Huo Yunchuan believe in him, An Wuyang waved the comb in his hand with a relaxed smile.

Huo Yunchuan felt tightness in his chest, but he couldn't tell why.

It just didn't feel right at all, and it wasn't how it felt before my parents and grandpa didn't come.

He likes An Wuyang to rely on himself a little bit, even if he is willful and playful.

In the silent space, An Wushang's eyes aimed at the direction of the restaurant: "Don't dawdle, everyone is waiting for us to eat."

Since Huo Yunchuan didn't use the bathroom, he went in and combed his hair by himself.

When he looked in the mirror, he found that it was really messy, which was detrimental to the image.

Two minutes later, An Wuyang and Huo Yunchuan appeared in the restaurant one after the other.

"Come here, Wuyang's favorite shrimp, put it here." Aunt Zhang's voice came in forcefully, she did this on purpose for the last dish.

After all, it was the child I had watched for several days, and the atmosphere of being surrounded and interrogated in the living room just now can only be known by personal experience.

An Wuyang said, "Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

Those who observed him carefully found that the young boy who left for a trip seemed to have calmed down, not as tense as before.

"It turns out that Wuyang likes to eat shrimp, so eat more." Zhang Ruoqi took a pair of shrimps and put them on the empty plate next to An Wuyang's rice bowl.

An Wuyang was a little surprised, and then thanked: "Thank you very much."

Zhang Ruoqi was about to say something when she saw her son put on disposable gloves and start peeling shrimp.

Seconds later, the prawns are peeled, dipped in sauce, and sent to the rice bowl next door.

The skill of the movement is like having experienced it countless times.

An Wuyang didn't need to look up, he also knew that the picture was too eye-catching, everyone on the table could see it.

With a normal expression, he picked up the gloves next to him and put them on, unhurriedly peeled off the two prawns Zhang Ruoqi picked up, sent one to Huo Yunchuan's bowl, and put the other into his own bowl.

The people watching them smiled, even a little envious, such a feeling is too good.

Huo Yunchuan stared at the shrimp in his bowl, his eyes darkened, he was probably happy.

Mr. Huo laughed twice: "Grandpa also likes to eat shrimps, so I will peel two for Grandpa even if you are healthy, okay?"

The children of the two grandchildren expressed their love for each other, and the old man felt itchy and wanted to join in.

"Of course." It's not just peeling shrimp, these little things are not difficult.

An Wuyang did it in a calm and unhurried manner. If other requirements were technical, they might not be able to meet them.

A few buddies at the table said: "Oh, those of us who don't care, let's do it ourselves."

With their gags, the atmosphere at the dinner table became heated up instantly.

The elders smiled and seemed to enjoy it extraordinarily.

To be honest, they are all very busy people, and it is rare for them to be so crowded throughout the year.

As Huo Yunchuan said, how could he not like it.

You know, their experience as parents all comes from the only son who does his own way.

Suddenly met an introverted and sensitive child, and suddenly transitioned from a stranger to his own daughter-in-law.

I don't know how to get closer, it's normal.

What's more, the other party seems to be indifferent to others, only showing childishness when facing Huo Yunchuan.

It is also incredible.

An Wuyang, who was earnestly helping the old man peel the shrimp with his lowered eyes, didn't know that he was a difficult person to get close to in the eyes of others.

Even a little alienated, repelling communication.

After the dinner, it was a little late.

Huo Yunchuan was in charge of sending the guests out, but An Wuyang was ordered to stay behind.

You don't have to send someone off yourself, and you can be happy in peace and health.

Because Aunt Zhang was away at night, the messy desktop needed to be cleaned up by myself.

When An Wuyang wanted to clean it up by himself, he felt that Mr. Huo would definitely be scolded if he saw it later.

He hesitated for a moment between being scolded and not working, and hesitantly chose not to work.

Downstairs, Huo Xiao stood in front of his son who had already grown up very well, turned around and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, let's send it here, no need to send it..."

"Go back and see if you're all right." Zhang Ruoqi said, filling in what her husband had left unspoken.

Huo Yunchuan didn't leave, and stared at his parents with doubts: "You don't like Chiu?"

The Huo family was slightly stunned, and laughed: "Why do you ask like that?" They didn't dislike it. To be honest, this question should be reversed: "We feel that the child doesn't like us very much. You have time to ask why..."

Seeing his son's disbelief, the Patriarch of the Huo family, who was over half a century old, said in his heart: "Don't think about it, just get familiar with it in the future."

Back in the car, the wife said, "How long has it been since you had a good conversation?"

Ten years ago, I didn't dare to think about it. Seven years ago, Momo got better, but I didn't see him two or three times a year.

In the past three or four years, it has been peaceful on the surface, but there is always a layer of separation.

The atmosphere between the two parties has changed from tense to mutual respect.

It's almost like this after that, whether we can go further, it depends on God's will.

The left-behind 'children' noticed that someone had come back, and it turned out to be Mr. Huo: "Have you delivered?" He asked, pointing to the dining room in a low voice: "I haven't moved the table, go and clean it up."

"..." President Huo, who was made to be a cow and a horse as soon as he got home, froze all over, but he still nodded coolly, put on his apron and gloves immediately, and started working.

The next day was the first day of school, and the traffic conditions in Beijing in the morning were as horrible as ever.

After Ancheng sent his youngest son to school, his heart was moved.

He stood under the shade of the tree in front of the school and called the second child at home.

"Well, how is school? When will you start military training?" Dad An is from the north, with a big voice and a strong body. When he saw his son grow up to be in his teens, he was still so tall. He didn't say anything, but he felt very regretful. .

Why didn't he inherit the tall and mighty old An's family, but he inherited his fucking slenderness.

But the honest and kind temper is the kind of Lao An's family who didn't run away.

"Dad?" An Wuyang said, "It's pretty good, maybe tomorrow."

Since becoming pregnant, he found that his level of lying has become higher and higher.

At present, it has basically reached the point of bragging without blinking.

"Oh, so." Ancheng fanned the wind, complaining about Qiuhu's power, and continued chatting with his son on the phone: "I sent your brother to school today, and now he is standing at the school gate, it's so hot."

An Wuyang: "Then go home quickly, the house is cool." He added: "Are you still going to work today?"

"No, go to your grandma's house and bring some food to the old couple." An Cheng said, "Then you can figure it out, what should you do, and call me if you don't have money."

"Yes." The tuition fee came into the account, and he didn't go to school, so it was uncomfortable to be safe.

"Okay, then hang up, I'll go fill up the car with some gas, and get on the road right away." An Cheng said, and hung up the phone with satisfaction.

"Goodbye." An Wuyang finished speaking to his father, feeling lost.

This is the taste of my own life, although it is a bit ordinary and vulgar.

Anxiety, stress, worries, everything.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?" Huo Yunchuan came over in a suit and leather shoes, and was tying a tie in his hand: "I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back in two hours at the latest."

He checked the time and was still in time for lunch.

Just now An Wuyang was still immersed in the world of daily necessities of ordinary people, but when he turned around, he was blinded by the handsome and overbearing young master.

In any case, he couldn't hold back his words.

An Wuyang looked at Huo Yunchuan and said, "Ah, Mr. Huo is also very handsome today."

The man was tall and straight, with high spirits.

I have to admit that the appearance of the other party in a formal suit is probably in my mind, and I will never get rid of it in my life.

Huo Dashao's eyes flashed, and the expression on his face became thoughtful.

If he remembered correctly, since he knew An Wuyang, the number of times the other party praised him...not just once or twice.

Unknowingly, Huo Yunchuan put on his tie a little slower than usual.

Of course it wasn't because of his handicap, but because he had a feeling in his heart that that ignorant young man loved masculinity.

"Then I'm going out, you wait for me to come back." When the tie is always fastened, Huo Yunchuan confessed and left.

"Okay, that..." An Wuyang raised his paw, just thinking of something else.

The other party turned back and met his astonished eyes.

"Forgot to hug you." Huo Yunchuan's breath came towards An Wuyang's ear, warm and warm.

Just hugging is nothing, after all, it was An Wuyang who proposed it himself.

He doesn't blame anyone, but he blames himself for skin hunger and thirst. He just wants to experience the hypocrisy of being hugged when he goes out and when he returns home.

However, a wet and glutinous feeling was squeezed into the mouth, and it drove straight in.

What made An Wuyang feel bad was that his first reaction was to close his eyes and open his mouth in one go.

Damn, blush.

"..." Huo Yunchuan was surprised, and took time out of his busy schedule to comment, it was really enthusiastic.

It's not surprising, he is very calm, after all, in terms of appearance, he can be easily ranked in Beijing.

For a little naive in an ivory tower like An Wuyang, his emotional experience is blank, and it is normal to fall into himself.

After confirming the little angel's pure heart, President Huo deepened the kiss.

The person he kissed with gradually became unbearable, and there was always a feeling of being eaten!

An Wuyang tried his best to push Huo Yunchuan away, pretending that he could control the rhythm of his breathing, and said, "Aren't you going out? Be careful not to be late."

President Huo noticed his own Meng Lang, blushed, wiped his lower lip and said, "Indeed." Then he glanced at the messy boy, and reached out to pat his head: "You can call me anytime."

"..." An Wuyang nodded without saying a word, as if I had listened.

Finally watching the tall man leave, he collapsed on the sofa, still unable to believe that he was the one who opened his mouth.

Very sorry.

What would the other party think?

Mr. Huo typed three characters into the edit box, and the boy's fingers deleted them and replaced them with two characters.

—Yun Chuan, I had no other intentions just now.

An Wuyang sent it out, hoping that the other party would understand. I have too many problems circling in my mind, and I have no idea of ​​falling in love yet.

Huo Dashao, who was in a few seconds, looked forward to receiving a "sticky person" contact when he went out this time.

The moment the phone rang, he raised his hand to look at his watch, his eyebrows beaming.

—Watch a movie with you tonight.

An Wuyang was full of doubts when he received this response.

-Um?

—To cover up the tide, a gay-themed movie.

An Wuyang twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that the other party wanted to change the subject, that's not okay.

— Aren't we talking about other issues?

—I mean, you should learn to be honest, ail.

Huo Yunchuan came to the destination with a smile on his face, even connecting with difficult partners made him feel cute.

He thought to himself, for this reason, he should fight for less overlord clauses.