Marry a Rich Old Man

The weather in September is still relatively hot. After the teacher arrived, he gave a brief self-introduction, and then gave the students a shot of vaccination: "Ah, students, because the weather is relatively hot, our opening ceremony will not be held. It’s too long, so don’t be afraid.”

The freshmen below started to howl, the sun outside was so hot that they didn't want to go out for a second.

"Why howling? Really, can you escape the opening ceremony and military training?" The teacher tapped the podium with chalk, very cruelly: "Walk around, everyone get out."

The students lined up consciously, with no teacher watching, and no class leaders organizing by the side...

This is impossible in high school.

"Where are you going?" The tall and slender Wen Ling called out to the cute baby who wanted to go up to the queue.

"I'm short, I'm at the front..." An Wuyang replied, holding the cheap backpack he used in high school in his hand.

"Then I can't flatten you?" Wen Ling pointed to the vacant seat in front of him: "Go here, someone will help you shade."

Hearing the words, the buddies in front turned to stare at Wen Ling.

He wanted to see who was so mean!

"Hi." Wen Ling showed him a gentle and polite smile, and said shamelessly: "Students, help each other."

"Pfft..." An Wuyang made sense after thinking about it, so he walked over to fill in the gap, as if he was really quiet: "Thanks, Wen Ling."

The boy behind touched his chin: "Your name is An Wuyang? Why do I think this name sounds familiar?"

An Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, was he recognized?

Thinking about it, I have been on the news a lot, and it is normal for someone to recognize it.

"Safe and sound?" Wen Ling snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "Your parents really know how to choose names."

"Huh?" The young man who thought he had exposed his identity became hot-faced and ashamed. Do you really think he is a household name?

In fact, it's no wonder that An Wuyang's real name is not circulated on the Internet. Fans prefer to call him Tian Tian An and Xiao Tian Tian, ​​and he is well-dressed every time he goes on camera.

Suddenly wearing big shorts and a T-shirt, it would be strange to be able to recognize it.

The only ones who can become a household name and be recognized immediately when they go out can only be first- and second-tier stars who are photographed every day.

An Wuyang is nothing. One has no works and no time to settle down. The recognition among the masses may not be as good as a small Internet celebrity.

"It's so hot." The boy murmured, took out a small fan from his bag, and blew it on his face.

"You still have this kind of thing?" Wen Ling was a little suspicious, maybe he met a gay?

"My family helped me pretend, I still have this." An Wuyang took out a spare and generously lent it to his new classmate: "Here, it's pretty cool."

Wen Ling took over this artifact. Since it was prepared by his family, he is just a child with a happy family and should not be gay.

"Thanks." He opened it and blew it, let alone, it was really cool.

An hour later, the opening ceremony finally came to an end amidst the strong discomfort of the students.

Everyone flocked to buy water and go to the bathroom.

An Wuyang took out two water bottles from his bag slowly, one containing sour plum soup and the other containing plain water.

Take a sip of boiled water first, then a sip of sour plum soup, and then another sip of boiled water, which is very thirst-quenching.

Wen Ling looked at him and didn't know what to say. The delicate boy said, "Hey, I'm going to buy some water, and I'll return the fan to you later."

An Wuyang: "Yeah, you go, it's okay, don't worry."

The small fan that was still running blows away the bangs on his forehead, revealing his fair forehead.

This must be a well-fed child with a good tutor and a good personality... Wen Ling was blowing on someone else's small fan, and thought coldly in his heart, a simple little sheep, who was cheated and gave back the money, tsk tsk.

Not long after, Wen Ling came back, took out an Alpine lollipop from the pocket of his jeans, and handed it to An Wuyang: "Please eat candy."

This candy costs one yuan and five, An Wuyang remembers it clearly.

"Thank you." He looked at it, and it smelled like chocolate.

"Ah, Wen Ling is well, and bought candy for my tablemate." Hai Qiong, the girl at the front table, turned around, just in time to see An Wuyang unwrapping the candy.

An Wuyang was unwrapped and ready to be stuffed in his mouth, but the girl looked at him enviously, so he had the nerve to eat it: "Why don't I give it to you."

Of course Haiqiong was embarrassed to accept: "I..."

"Give it to me if you don't want to eat it." Wen Ling snatched it away with a smile, as if preparing to eat it himself.

Haiqiong teased him a few words, and he looked nonchalant.

After calming down, Wen Ling returned the lollipop to An Wuyang: "Lick it quickly."

The first lesson for the little sheep, good things must be owned by themselves, and don't let others have the opportunity to covet them.

An Wuyang was dumbfounded, feeling that the tablemate's operation was simply too coquettish: "..." But it was really a long time since he had eaten Alpine lollipops, so he quietly hid himself and ate them with his palms covering his mouth.

After a while, the teacher came over, said a few words to them, and let them go.

Students who eat go to eat, and those who go back to the dormitory go back to the dormitory.

The glasses man's book patted An Wuyang's shoulder: "Student, are you going to the cafeteria?"

An Wuyang hesitated, and asked Wen Ling, "Are you going?"

Wen Ling said tactfully: "The cafeteria may not suit my taste, I'll go back to the dormitory to eat." By the way, he asked An Wuyang: "Which dormitory are you in? Why didn't I see you?"

"I don't live on campus." An Wuyang had no choice but to reject Xueba, saying: "I'd better go home and eat, after all, I don't have to come over in the afternoon."

"So you are a day student." The man with glasses looked him up and down: "Your family must have a mine."

His parents told him that those who own houses in Beijing are local tyrants.

"Haha." An Wuyang said with a smile, "I'll bring you homemade dumplings tomorrow, Beijing style."

"What about me?" Wen Ling glanced at him.

"You have it too." An Wuyang packed up his things, said goodbye to his new classmates, and went home happily.

"Aunt Zhang—I'm back from school—"

The man who had waited all morning to be safe and sound, twitched the corners of his mouth expressionlessly: "..." It seems that the person the other party misses most is none other than Aunt Zhang.

"Hey, where are you at home?" An Wuyang surprised him, and then rushed into the kitchen to find Aunt Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, Aunt Zhang, hurry up and prepare the ingredients to make dumplings, and invite our classmates to eat dumplings tomorrow."

"All right, let them have a taste of Auntie's craft." Auntie Zhang cooperated with a smile. If this is her grandson, she can't afford to defeat this family.

"By the way, I haven't seen Dundun yet." The boy rolled up his sleeves, ran out of the kitchen, and found his precious son on the small solid wood bed in the living room: "So you are here?" He put down the backpack on his shoulders, teasing happily Son: "Xiao Dundun..."

The small bed is covered with tinkling toys, Dun Dun is so easy to play with, one can play for a long time by himself.

Dun Dun heard a familiar voice, and his little hands and feet were dancing, so cute.

An Wuyang lay on the side of the small bed and teased him for a long time, the father and son giggled happily.

"..." President Huo Da didn't say a word, and worked very seriously.

Just remind him occasionally: "Be careful to wipe his saliva so that he doesn't choke on it."

"it is good."

Dun Dun likes to grin and drool, and laughs so much when playing that he sometimes chokes.

I asked the doctor about this situation, and the other party said that it was not a disease, and I might adjust it when I grew up.

"Are you so busy today?" An Wuyang finished playing with his son, and finally looked up at Huo Yunchuan who was writing and drawing.

"It's okay." Huo Yunchuan put down the pen in his hand and looked at him: "The first day of school, how do you feel?"

An Wuyang suddenly laughed, and described enthusiastically: "The atmosphere in the school is very good, everyone is very friendly, and no one recognizes who I am..." He scratched his head embarrassedly: "My deskmate also invites me I eat candy."

Huo Yunchuan frowned suddenly: "I told you..."

"Don't eat junk food, right?" I knew he'd say that.

An Wuyang slumped his shoulders in disappointment, and didn't want to talk about the school anymore: "I will pay attention to it in the future, I will go to the kitchen to help Aunt Zhang make dumplings."

Huo Yunchuan sat on the spot, glanced at the young man's back, and then at his lovely son: "..." A strange irritability rose in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

During lunch.

"Qiu, come here." The handsome man patted his leg.

"Eh?" An Wuyang raised his head, then showed a 'please' expression, and said awkwardly: "I'm not a child anymore, you don't have to be like this..."

The man who was rejected had stagnant eyes...

One year ago today, a well-behaved teenager would sit in his arms and eat with full of dependence.

After giving birth to Dun Dun, there will be no more.

"It's up to you." Huo Yunchuan calmly gave up without forcing it.

After eating, An Wuyang plunged into the kitchen and followed Aunt Zhang to make dumplings, making hundreds of them.

In the evening, he walked into Huo Yunchuan's study with a dish he made himself and served with sauce.

"Hi." With a gentle expression, An Wuyang picked up one with chopsticks, blew it cool, and brought it to the tense lover's mouth: "The beef minced specially made for you, try it?"

Huo Yunchuan glanced at the white and fat dumplings, then moved his eyes to the expectant boy: "I don't want you to grow up."

An Wuyang: "..."

An Wuyang put down the dumpling in his hand, broke the young master's chin, and bit his tight lips: "People will grow up, Dun Dun will grow up in the future, and then leave us, but I won't leave You, even if you are old enough to lose all your teeth, we are still together."

President Huo's irritability was immediately soothed by the little angel's reassuring voice.

"I also like to sit on your lap, but when there are outsiders, it's not fun, I don't want to lose face?" The boy sat on those strong legs, his safest home, and then picked up the dumplings , Smiling and feeding the object dumplings.

"...I can give you this face." Huo Dashao was coaxed into elation, and he was not satisfied with eating.

"Well, thank you then." The boy with a super good temper fed himself one and begged vaguely, "Send me to school tomorrow, because there are too many dumplings."

Looking at him like this, Huo Yunchuan thought to himself, who would not like him.