Marry a Rich Old Man

An Wuyang whimpered in a daze, and confessed.

In the cramped and dimly lit compartment, there was a faint strange smell, but it wasn't particularly serious for the time being.

He grabbed Huo Yunchuan's clothes with both hands, because of the force, his slender fingers tightened, his knuckles turned white, and he looked extraordinarily emotional.

The light blue plaid shirt on An Wuyang's body was well dressed, not even a single mess, but the hem of the clothes was carefully rolled up by the other party, and the two corners of the clothes were crossed and tied tightly.

no way.

This is a shirt that the little angel likes very much.

It is also very youthful and handsome to wear. He wears it at least twice a week, so he can't get it dirty.

There was a whimpering cry, and the urn asked: "Are you alright?"

Mr. Huo replied in a hoarse voice: "It will be soon.

"..."

This is it again!

After all, I have been cheated many times, and it is impossible to finish on time every time.

The young man with red eyes angrily pulled the subject's hair, and complained: "The big liar..." Then he gnawed on the big liar's ear, humming and enduring it.

After an unknown amount of time, An Wuyang felt a muffled sound coming from the head he was holding.

He was inattentive and didn't control his teeth...

"Hiss..." Huo Yunchuan's ears pricked, such a stimulation would really kill him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose," An Wuyang apologized with a blushing face, with a faint glimmer of water hanging from the end of his eyes: "I'll rub it for you."

The boy raised his paw and rubbed Mr. Huo's ears.

"..." The released man looked lazy and sat quietly for a while, fumbling for a wet tissue to clean up.

Ever since he had a son, Huo Yunchuan's experience and skills have improved by leaps and bounds in doing these things...

...all practiced from the son.

An Wuyang put on his clothes shyly, he was very dissatisfied with the air in the car, and muttered with a hot face: "The smell is so strong, let's get out of the car."

Then he opened the door and got out of the car, his movements were inevitably a little clumsy, not as agile as usual.

After locking the car, Huo Yunchuan straightened his clothes while walking, wrapped his long straight legs under the suit pants, and caught up with the slow-walking boy in front of him in two or three steps.

His shirt today does not wear a tie, and the neckline with three buttons unbuttoned is wide open, which looks extraordinarily bold and unrestrained.

A long arm wrapped around An Wuhai's waist, and the gentle concern came as expected: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

An Wuyang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable, I'm just a little sleepy." Usually, I've already taken a nap at this time, but today I disrupted my schedule because I went out.

He yawned, entered the elevator, and leaned on Huo Yunchuan lightly, which saved a lot of effort.

An uncle owner who walked into the elevator with them was looking at them suspiciously, and then gave Huo Yunchuan a look of contempt.

Huo Yunchuan frowned, hugged the little angel in his arms a little tighter, and said in a devilish voice: "We are legal partners, please don't think about it."

An Wuyang opened his eyes, looked sleepily at the embarrassed uncle, and then looked down at his small plaid shirt and white shorts.

Then turn around and look at the mature, charming and handsome president next door...

This, in fact, if the dressing style is not uniform, it does seem that the age gap will be relatively large.

On the eleventh floor, the awkward uncle rushed out the door in a hurry.

Mr. Huo, who likes to live in high-rise buildings, glanced at the closed elevator door, and hummed softly with no expression on his face: "Narrow."

Only the object was safe and sound, and nodded in agreement: "Yes."

I don't know why, Huo Yunchuan's mood recovered visibly with the naked eye, there was a happy color on the brow, and he couldn't help touching the little angel's face: "Today is very good."

Recalling the beauty in the car just now, Huo Dashao's heart was burning hot.

The little angel is not only obedient, but also a little sassy.

An Wuyang got a compliment inexplicably like this, although he felt that the word 'good' was not suitable to describe himself, but he chose very tolerantly and didn't care about it.

The 25nd floor is coming soon.

Returning home safe and sound, dragging his very weak body, he forced himself to pull himself together and take a shower.

Then he yawned and ran to the big bed, and fell into a drowsy sleep all afternoon.

After waking up, the screen of the mobile phone had already displayed [-]:[-] pm, which surprised An Wuyang by this time.

He quickly got up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then frantically found his schoolbag to complete the study task.

An Wuyang's daily task now is to dictate English, review professional courses, and then complete the reading plan and do reading comprehension.

Holding the book selected by Huo Yunchuan - Sophie's World.

An Wuyang read it carefully, tried his best to understand it, and when he encountered something he didn't understand, he immediately took out his mobile phone and searched it on Baidu.

...Although he may not understand the answers he finds out.

Studying for an hour or so at a time inevitably gets a little fidgety.

An Wuyang turned on the light music, sneaked a pack of snacks from the refrigerator, went back to the bedroom, and opened the bag...

"Where are you studying?" Mr. Huo's voice suddenly appeared.

An Wuyang glanced down at his snacks, but luckily, turning his back to the door saved his life.

"Well... yes." Recently, his throat feels a little uncomfortable, and Huo Yunchuan forbids him to eat hot snacks.

"Come out for dinner." Huo Yunchuan said.

An Wuyang glanced at the open packing bag again, silently closed it and stuffed it under the book: "Oh."

As a man with a cleanliness habit, Huo Yunchuan saw the little angel's messy desktop, and immediately helped him tidy it up without saying a word.

As soon as the open professional book was picked up, the crispy biscuits hidden under the book, smelling like seaweed...

Mr. Huo: "..."

He remembered this kind of childish and mini biscuit, the last time he went abroad, the little angel put all his strength into the suitcase.

Is it so delicious?

Huo Yunchuan's deep eyes stared at the bag of crispy biscuits for a long time.

After much deliberation, he picked up the bag, loosened the opening with his fingers, and twisted one.

An Wuyang hid at the door with a horrified expression on his face, watching the little biscuits he had hidden, and was easily discovered by Huo Yunchuan.

What's even more frightening is that the other party actually ate one.

An Wuyang scratched his heart, because he could imagine the smell!Very delicious!

"Hey, it's time to eat." Aunt Zhang looked up and saw him: "Hey, what are you doing hiding here? Where is Mr. Huo?"

The man in the room heard the movement and came out holding the little angel's biscuit.

"Mr. Huo, it's almost time for dinner, do you still have snacks?" Aunt Zhang saw the things in his hand, and immediately taught him politely: "Don't eat too much fried food, you know it's not nutritious?"

Mr. Huo, who was being taught a lesson, glanced at the blushing little angel, calmly and calmly helped the other party carry the blame: "That's the truth." Then, in front of the two of them, he opened the lid of the trash can, Throw in the biscuits.

An Wuyang: "..."! !

Recently opened!Not a single one was eaten!

It is said that the older a person grows, the more hypocritical they become. When they become adults, they tend to put on a mask, with one thing in mind and another on the outside.

An Wuyang is right now, his heart is bleeding with pity, but he doesn't care on the surface.

"Eat, eat." He sat down and ate, comforting himself, it's okay, he threw a bag of seaweed-flavored biscuits, and there were milk-flavored, strawberry-flavored, caramel-flavored, and even barbecue-flavored biscuits in the refrigerator.

Take it to school to eat on Monday, or eat it openly when Huo Yunchuan goes out to work.

"Throw away those in the refrigerator too." Huo Yunchuan knew, facing Aunt Zhang.

"Huh, hey?" Aunt Zhang realized later, remembering who the owner of the snacks in the refrigerator was, and immediately looked at An Wuyang with apologetic eyes.

"..." An Wuyang felt that he could no longer afford to wear his hypocritical mask.

Huo Yunchuan finally saw the little angel's face change, and a perverted desire for satisfaction arose in his heart. The pleasure was no less than having sex with the little angel.

"Qiqi, what's your opinion?" Mr. Huo glanced at him: "That's your snack after all."

On the one hand, An Wuyang didn't want to give up the deliciousness of that refrigerator, on the other hand, he was concerned about Huo Yunchuan's lust, so he thought twice: "My, my opinion is, don't throw it away."

Papa Huo suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and replied in a very unexpected way: "Okay, don't throw it away."

The trembling little heart was throbbing wildly in his chest.

The dumbfounded bystander, Aunt Zhang: "..." She was very puzzled by Mr. Huo's actions.

When she was sleeping at night, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Aunt Zhang understood that Mr. Huo was just teasing their family's stupidity.

In any case, the delicious biscuits of various flavors finally survived the crisis and continued to be an occasional bag of rations.

On Sunday, Mr. Huo called his eldest grandson, muttering that he wanted to see his grandson-in-law and great-grandson.

The filial grandson agreed without saying a word.

Then he played a video for his grandpa: "Talk to them slowly."

"!! You bastard! I'm talking about taking them home, not video chatting!" Mr. Huo went crazy.

Huo Yunchuan said slowly over there: "Going home? Impossible." Hearing his grandpa's angry accusation, and how much he missed An Wuyang and Dun Dun, he was very calm and rational: "I went to visit my grandparents yesterday. They can't go out."

An Wuyang leaned his head over, saw Grandpa, and immediately greeted with a smile: "Grandpa, have a good weekend."

The sweet smile and crooked eyes instantly calmed Mr. Huo's irritable mood.

The face and voice of the old man turned 360 degrees, and his smile was brighter than the sun on the weekend: "Qiqiu, did you go to see grandpa and grandma yesterday?"

An Wuyang: "Yes."

Mr. Huo: "So after a day of running around, take a good rest today, you know?"

An Wuyang: "Yeah, you too, now it's autumn, you should pay attention to your health." And: "We won't go back this weekend, tell my parents for me, and say hello to them."

"Well, we are so well behaved." Mr. Huo said, smiling kindly.

Huo Yunchuan was thinking, why?