Marry a Rich Old Man

At night, it was daytime in the United States, and my sister An Wuyu felt relieved when she saw her brother's reply.

Let her just say, even if the elder brother marries into a wealthy family, he is still the same younger brother.

— Such a big happy event, of course we have to go back, let’s talk about it when we meet, now my sister has to go to class first.

-OK.

Taking advantage of the time when Papa Huo was not watching, An Wuyang secretly found the phone and texted on the bed.

—Little Fatty, I have something that I have kept from you for a long time, and I want to confess it to you [cover your face/]

Xue Ji Yang saw the message from his buddy, and replied with a complicated mood.

—Big brother, I also have something that I have kept from you for a long time and want to confess to you.

This direction of development was unexpected by An Wuyang...

— Um, so do you say it first or do I want to say it?

Xue Ji turned back.

—Let's type together, whoever finishes typing first will send first.

—OK.

An Wuyang pursed his lips and buried himself in typing.

- I got married and had a baby.

- I'm gay.

The two friends looked at their respective phone screens: "..."

- Fuck...

- Fuck...

Xue Jiyang was stunned and couldn't believe it.

- Did you make your female classmate's belly bigger?Feng Zi married?

An Wuyang returned blankly.

— No, someone else made my belly big, that's not the point, are you gay?

Xue Ji returned blankly.

—Yeah, I’m gay, and I spent the winter vacation with my roommate, that’s not the point, you, you, you... make your belly bigger?You ass me?

An Wuyang replied with a complicated face.

—No donkey, I am very talented, my child is almost full moon, I want to invite you to drink full moon wine.roommate?Let's bring it together, let's get to know each other.

Xue Yangji didn't recover, he looked like a fool.

—Your partner is also a man?

"What's the matter?" An Wuyang made a direct phone call and said, "He's still my parents' immediate boss, 12 years older than me. We met during a one-night stand in a bar, Gao Neng, right?"

Xue Yangji: "Damn... Fuck..." It's not just shit, it's shit.

This is too fucking high energy.

The An Wuyang that Xiaopang knew was honest and honest, simple and shy, and he was really not good for his appearance.

"No, but don't you go to school?"

"It's a lie." An Wuyang said: "Not long after the college entrance examination, I won the lottery. It was the time we went together. Do you remember? Boys' breakup meeting."

"I remember." How could Xiaopang not remember: "The time when I was disliked by the girls in the nightclub."

Xie Ran raised his head from the side: "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything..." Xiaopang turned around, and continued to babble in a smaller voice: "Tsk tsk, after falling in love, my buddy was strictly controlled."

An Wuyang: "Me too."

Xue Yangji: "Will your partner look at your phone?"

An Wuyang: "Don't look at it, he just put it away."

Xue Jiyang rubbed his nose, which was embarrassing: "Hey, it's good to get married and have children, anyway, I won't have children in this life, by the way, can I be a godfather?"

An Wuyang said: "Yes, you don't mind if the baby has several godfathers."

Xue Jiyang thought about it: "Then be an uncle, haha."

Before he knew it, Xie Ran was already behind him, with his chin resting on his shoulder, with an aboveboard appearance of eavesdropping.

"Okay, I'll send you two an invitation later," An Wuyang asked, "By the way, what's your partner's name?"

Xue Jiyang glanced to the side, and said: "Xie Ran, the flowers wither and the flowers bloom, and the spotless Ran."

An Wuyang smiled and said, "Okay, I will remember."

At this time the door opened, Huo Yunchuan walked in, followed by Duanmupen's servant.

An Wuyang immediately hid the phone, obediently sat on the edge of the bed, and softly called out: "Yunchuan."

Huo Yunchuan nodded and replied: "Well, let's soak your feet." He instructed the helper to put the wooden basin, then squatted down and rolled up the legs of the pajama pants for An Wuyang, and then put those feet into the brown hot water.

Soak, knead, and toss repeatedly for 10 minutes.

This can cure body cold and physical weakness, lack of blood and other problems.

Huo Yunchuan knew that the little angel's body was not strong, so he adjusted the little angel's body just after giving birth.

Regarding postpartum care, Zhang Ruoqi hired a postpartum nurse for his daughter-in-law to plan the confinement.

Now the expenses of food and clothing and daily life are all very fine.

Papa Huo, who loves him, takes the job of pedicure on himself and takes it very seriously every time.

The nurse has been working here for a few days, and it feels like she can't help.

What she wants to do, the male master always rushes to do it.

Later, she could only take the children to grab Aunt Zhang's job.

Later, the nurse found out in despair that what she was grabbing was not Aunt Zhang's job, but still the male owner's job.

"..." Just so desperate!

"Ah..." An Wuyang yelled, because the soles of his feet hurt a little from being pressed by Dun Dun's father.

He twitched towards himself, but couldn't pull it back.

"Don't move." Huo Yunchuan held An Wuyang's feet tightly, not allowing him to be coquettish: "Your body is so weak, if you don't take care of it now, how will you live in the future?"

It was too weak, he didn't dare to make a move at all.

Now it's just holding it by the mouth, so it's easy to watch.

An Wuyang bared his teeth in bewilderment, is his body very weak?

He couldn't feel it. After all, in the past year, he didn't have a cold or fever, nor did he have a headache or fever.

At first the doctor did say malnutrition.

But now he lowered his head and grabbed the flesh on his thigh, which was obviously chubby.

An Wuyang asked, "Don't you think I'm fat?"

Huo Yunchuan: "I don't think so, it's just right for you."

After pressing his feet, the man who had been abstinent for a year raised his head, and passed An Wuhai's figure over again.

The boy is much plumper than when we first met, his cheeks are no longer thin, his forehead is plump and his skin is moist, his eyes are big, and when he looks at people with a smile, he is very attractive.

Maybe because of having a child, there is a little bit of charm in the simplicity.

President Huo stood up stiffly in his trousers, and picked up the tub to pour the little angel's footwashing water.

In the evening, his fair feet, which had been meticulously washed by him, were pitifully borrowed by him for one night.

An Wuyang couldn't do anything except shy.

Because I was taken care of in every possible way during this time, borrowing my own foot for half an hour, compared with the hard work of the other party, seemed worthless.

After finishing the work, Huo Yunchuan wiped the little angel's feet with a wet towel, and then applied moisturizing body lotion: "Hey, go to sleep."

The low and deep voice was accompanied by the yawns of the two little angels.

An Wuyang tried his best to open his eyes, always remembering that he had something important to say to Huo Yunchuan.

But he was too sleepy, and he just yelled 'Yun Chuan' and fell into a dream.

With a serious face, Papa Huo kissed the little angel's forehead, and then kissed the little angel's forehead again.

A busy and happy day is not over yet.

President Huo Da, who was working late at night, went online.

The working area is arranged in the corner of the bedroom, not far from the big bed.

The keyboard Mr. Huo uses is an electrostatic capacitive keyboard, which will not make noise even when answering emails.

He held a cup of strong tea in his hand, drinking tea to refresh himself while reading work emails.

Facing work and partners, he is not as tender as facing little angels.

After reading a certain document, Huo Yunchuan frowned in displeasure: "..."

He raised his fingers, rose and fell on the keyboard, and sent out.

Working until 11:30, Huo Dashao, who is used to taking a shower before going to bed, went into the bathroom again, and took a brief shower before returning to sleep.

In this neither cold nor hot weather, it is very comfortable to have a heat source around you.

An Wuyang felt the warmth and comfort around him in his sleep, so he leaned over like this.

President Huo, who was unconsciously rubbed against his chest by An Wuyang's cheek, felt hot all over his body: "..."

Waking up the next day, An Wuyang found that the man beside him was not there as usual, it seemed that he was going to do morning exercises.

"Dun Dun?"

Dun Dun wasn't there either, he should be under the care of Aunt Zhang in the next room.

The teenager who got enough sleep had white and smooth skin in the morning, and after waking up and washing his face, it was clear and clear, and he was in a particularly good condition.

However, An Wuyang didn't pay much attention to his appearance.

He got up and put on his cotton coat, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while.

Then I went to wash and comb my hair, sat on the sofa in the house, and waited for the helpers and aunts to bring breakfast.

Usually when the safe and sound breakfast is delivered, Huo Yunchuan will follow.

The sweaty man would take a combat shower, and then sit down to have breakfast with An Wuyang.

The little angel is not very lively in private, and he is quite silent when he is not teased to talk.

The little angels who take the initiative to love their loved ones will only see them when they are in a particularly good mood.

For example, now, An Wuyang greeted Huo Yunchuan softly: "Morning."

Then just focus on eating.

Papa Huo stared at his face, and moved the delicious food to him.

"Well, you can eat it too." An Wuyang said, this little thing made of red beans was eaten yesterday.

Because he thought it was delicious, he made it again today.

In fact, the truth of the matter is not otherwise.

"En." Huo Yunchuan picked up a breakfast that he told the kitchen to make with beneficial ingredients, and put it in his mouth.

Sweet but not greasy, no wonder it is loved by little angels.

Other kinds of breakfast, or adding red dates, or adding walnuts, are delicious without being disgusted.

Anyway, if this sullen man didn't say anything, the young An Wuyang would not know how much thought the other party put on him.

"Did you sleep late last night?" the little boy asked with concern.

"It's not very late." Huo Yunchuan replied.

"Oh." An Wuyang pinched the spoon hesitantly: "Anyway, it's good to go to bed before twelve o'clock. You should try not to exceed twelve o'clock in the future, right?"

As a person who only manages himself, before Sheng Dundun, he had never been in charge of Huo Yunchuan's affairs, and this was the first time that he made a small beep.

Huo Yunchuan was stunned, and he nodded after getting up early and eating a catty of sugar: "Okay."

An Wuyang asked again: "How many times did Dun Dun wake up last night? Did you wet the bed?"

Papa Huo replied: "Woke up twice and peed twice."

Thinking of his son's feat of eating and sprinkling, the perfectionist old man looked calm and didn't intend to share it with the little angel.

"Thank you for your hard work." An Wuyang said this, feeling that Huo Yunchuan had to take care of himself and Dun Dun, and also deal with work. Dun."

"..." President Huo was thinking, your son cried so loudly last night, you still slept like a pig, can you wake up?

nonexistent.

So he didn't bother to refute the little angel.

Not long after, the invitation that Huo Xiao asked someone to make was finished and sent to his home by the staff.

The invitation was beautifully done, and the Huo family and his son thought it was okay after checking and accepting it.

So distribute it, write and post each.

Huo Xiao asked An Wuyang for the address of fifty letters from An's family, and asked someone to deliver them in person.

In fact, including the loss estimate, there are sixty letters in total.

Mr. Huo asked for some himself, presumably to invite his old friends.

Huo Yunchuan and An Wuyang also brought back a lot, but mainly Huo Yunchuan's friends and business partners.

The young boy opened his phone address book and felt that his precious son had a full moon banquet once in his life, so he invited everyone he could.

The one who wrote the post for him was, of course, President Huo Da.

Dun Dun's father's flamboyant pen writing is very vigorous and powerful, which is enviable.

An Wuyang was puzzled: "How did you send the post?"

President Huo glanced at him: "You ask for the address, someone will deliver it."

In An Wuyang's mind, the scene of the driver of the Huo family driving an extended Rolls-Royce to deliver wedding invitations suddenly appeared... Then he shook his head, thinking it was impossible.

"Well! Then I'll ask for the address."

An Wuyang sent a joyful yet polite message to those whom he wanted to invite.

He has pondered these few messages for a long time, because he doesn't want to be thought of as wanting a red envelope, like this.

However, very few people returned his address.

Generally, they say that they are not free, or that it is inconvenient directly, and some people are surprised why he got married and had children so early?

After winking and teasing, I congratulated him, but he still didn't come.

An Wuyang hadn't thought about this situation before, and only accepted the fact after receiving replies one after another.

"Okay, it's okay, excuse me! I wish you a happy life, old classmate!"

The unhappy boy replied calmly to everyone who said he was sorry, expressing that he was bothering him.

Really, this should have been considered beforehand.

It's not that you post a post yourself to give face to others...

The little angel made some statistics by himself, and finally gave the names and addresses of six classmates and teachers to Papa Huo, and one of them was the object of a friend, so he made up six.

Huo Yunchuan glanced at it, and said lightly: "Liu Liu Da Shun, not bad."

"..." The stubborn little angel couldn't help crying.

Young Master Huo hugged his darling on his lap, grabbed his hand and wrote invitations to those six 'friends' who were trying to save face.

Young Master Huo exclaimed out of conscience: "My family's calligraphy is so beautiful."

Little Angel, who is a master of pen calligraphy, tried hard not to laugh: "Pfft..." But I couldn't help it!