Marry a Rich Old Man

After successfully ending the conversation with Mr. Huo, An Wuyang put away his cloyingly sweet smile, glanced at the cold and hard man next door, and returned the phone to him: "Talk to Grandpa, coax him more. "

After experiencing marriage and childbirth, and the ups and downs of his relationship with his family, the simple and straightforward boy in the past did not think of anything.

At least he now understands that even the relationship between family members needs to be managed carefully.

"En." Huo Yunchuan replied in a low voice, then walked past him to hug his son who woke up and started crying.

This little guy is sometimes very skinny, and he will recognize people when he wakes up.

Aunt Zhang couldn't even hug him, Huo Yunchuan or An Wuyang had to hug him.

"Don't cry." Huo Yunchuan picked up his son, and gently wiped away the tears on his little face.

"Hi..." Dun Dun's chubby face was lying on his father's shoulders, his eyes were red and watery after crying, and he looked extraordinarily beautiful.

The facial features may have followed the best part of the two fathers, regardless of the nose and eyes. If there is no accident, Huo Xiaoan will definitely be a goddess harvester when he grows up.

An Wuyang glanced at them, and didn't have time to get up and play together.

He hadn't finished the homework assigned by the school, so he moved a small stool and studied on the low oval table in the living room.

The table originally placed here was square, but was later replaced by Huo Yunchuan to an oval.

As for what the reason is, parents with children know it.

An Wuyang listened to English while reading and writing, the white headphone cable hanging down his slender neck.

There is also English class after school, but it is not as deep as Huo Yunchuan's teaching.

Since getting Huo Yunchuan's guidance, An Wuyang's English level, sorry, is still slowly improving.

Basic dictation is okay, but speaking is not good.

"Dun Dun, don't make trouble." Huo Yunchuan hugged Dun Dun, sat next to An Wuyang, and for the nth time prevented the chubby group from reaching out for the headphone cable.

In the end, I had no choice but to keep holding on.

"Woo." Huo Xiaoan showed signs of flattening his mouth.

"Let him go." An Wuyang said.

"Aren't you the one who blamed me for pampering him yesterday?" Huo Yunchuan said helplessly.

"..."

He and An Wuyang looked at each other for a moment, and the eyes of the other party were a little persistent.

"Okay." He let Dun Dun go.

Dun Dun, who was honest for a minute, repeated the same trick, and hit the mark, grabbing the safe headphone cable in his hand.

The earplugs were ripped out of An'an's ears.

"Damn." This son is really too skinny.

Originally, he wanted to tell Huo Yunchuan to hold Dundun far away, but in the end, the silly Routuanzi handed the earphones in front of him, speaking Martian language with a serious face.

Although the two fathers couldn't understand a word, they couldn't stand Dun Dun's rich expressions and vivid body language.

"what……"

"He said to return it to you." Huo Yunchuan brand translator.

An Wuyang was so cute that he was speechless, and he had the thought of forgetting it.

"Be good, or you'll just stay indoors." He took back the earphones and put them on, then went back to study.

Little Chubby's big daddy has a computer in front of him.

He held the baby in one hand and typed on the keyboard with the other. His proficiency in movements did not seem to have been achieved overnight.

"Get vaccinated every day tomorrow," Huo Yunchuan asked, "Is there any morning class?"

"Let me take a look." An Wuyang took out his mobile phone to check the schedule, half of the checks showed a strange expression, and he said calmly, "You haven't memorized my schedule yet?"

Installed.

"..." President Huo, who was exposed, was not afraid at all, and simply showed his wolf's tail, and decided authoritarianly: "It's not an important class, you can go with Dun Dun."

Monday morning, Center for Prevention.

Even Mr. Huo, who is worth tens of billions, has to abide by the rules and queue up in a civilized manner when he brings his baby over for vaccinations.

However, places like the prevention center are crowded with people, children cry one after another, you sing and we sing, and from time to time there are voices of parents scolding their children.

Huo Yunchuan was wearing a mask, holding his son in front of him.

Dun Dun was sucking a pacifier, and his quiet appearance seemed very obedient among the noisy children.

A teenager with a backpack on his knees, wearing a mask and hat.

Hearing the phone ring, he took it out and took a look.

It was Brother Yuan Hang's WeChat: "I said Xiao An, why did you skip class again?" As a true student who performed abnormally in the college entrance examination, he thought Xiao An was a like-minded friend at first.

Let's not talk about the result, this girl skipped class every three days, how can she look like a schoolmaster.

"..." An Wuyang glanced at Mr. Huo and Mr. Huo next door, thinking that the identity of joining the Huo family has been exposed. There are probably quite a few people who should know that Huo Yunchuan has a son. It seems that there is nothing to hide Tucked in.

He replied: "Brother Yuanhang, I have something to do this morning. I took my son for vaccinations. Actually, I didn't mean to skip class."

Xu Yuanhang: "???"

What?The same young boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, but his classmate Xiao An actually has a son?

Xu Yuanhang was a little dazed, he stuttered, and told the matter to his mutual friend with classmate Xiao An.

Wen Ling: "His object, Mr. Huo, does have a son." The big boy who didn't know much about this, touched his chin: "From the outside world, it seems that he is looking for a surrogate."

Xu Yuanhang's IQ and EQ are quite good, and he sighed after hearing the words: "It's not good if you don't have children."

Wen Ling didn't say anything about it, it was An Wuyang's own choice after all.

An Wuyang accompanies Dundun to finish his vaccinations, and then comes to school for professional classes in the afternoon.

As soon as he sat down, he was strongly reprimanded by Brother Yuanhang, who said bitterly, "Student Xiaoan, I know that your family has a mine, but this is not acceptable."

An Wuyang smiled and said, "I have something to study at home, okay." Then he reached out to his schoolboy friend, "Lend me the class notes in the morning and copy them."

Xu Yuanhang curled his lips and smiled: "Didn't you say that you have studied, why are you copying notes?"

An Wuyang looked at him for a moment, then turned his head and patted Wen Ling's arm: "Brother Ling, borrow your notes." Although this is not a top student, he usually doesn't seem to be showing off in class, but An Wuyang has seen Wen Ling Ling's notes are well-organized and beautifully written.

Wen Ling smiled and lent him the notes.

"Damn, didn't you promise to give him some education?" Xu Yuanhang was heartbroken, looking at the rebellious Wen Ling.

"Is it useful, don't worry about it." Wen Ling was playing with his mobile phone, and said while playing games: "The day after tomorrow is a long holiday, and the tennis club is going to prepare to play a friendly match in Q during the holiday. Are you going?"

An Wuyang knew that he was speaking to himself, so he thought about it: "Of course, I'm also a member of the tennis club."

Before going to the Q University with the Shangda Tennis Club, An Wuyang didn't know that their Shangda Tennis Club had the title of an upstart team among the major colleges and universities in Beijing.

The source of this claim is attributed to their junior president Zhang—the former male champion of the youth group who is handsome, talented, rich and arrogant.

He has extremely high demands on his team, and also invests a lot of time, energy and money in the team.

Such a team with talent and money is domineering in colleges and universities and has a small reputation.

However, in the past year, President Zhang, who is 'getting older', may have passed the second term of middle school, and has rarely taken the initiative to post war posts to cause trouble.

The Q University's friendship match was initiated by the other party. President Zhang pushed it a few times and couldn't push it, so he had to fight against it.

On the last day of training before the long vacation, two young people stood or sat in a corner of the field: "Zhang Er, is your hand okay?"

President Zhang, who was the second child, left the simple place of school, and was called Mr. Zhang Er by unfamiliar people, and Zhang Er by familiar friends.

"It's okay, even if you have bad hands, you can knock them over." Zhang Er said.

"Find a foreign aid, you will definitely lose in the past now." The team member said.

"Then just watch." The sharp-eyed young man ended the topic and looked at the court: "Am I old? Even a rookie with no talent thinks it's cute."

The team members followed his gaze and saw the little rookie in the president's mouth: "Uh..."

It's really cute to practice so hard.

"President! Senior Lian!" An Wuyang was sweating profusely, chasing the running tennis ball all the way to the side of the two seniors, watching helplessly as the ball was intercepted by the president.

"Here." The opponent threw the ball back to him.

"Thank you." The teenager who got the tennis ball smiled slightly, turned around and ran back to the court, his slender figure was hidden under the well-fitting sportswear, and his waistline was looming.

After training, he stood on the edge of the court, took out a water bottle from his backpack and drank water to quench his thirst.

Students gathered around the court to watch the handsome guys play, obviously enjoying watching their every move.

"Gather at the gate of the school at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, remember not to be late." Wen Ling walked past An Wuyang with wet hair, raised his wrist-worn hand, and patted An Wuyang on the shoulder.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." An Wuyang packed up his things and went home.

The strange thing is that the house was deserted after entering the door, there was no smell of Aunt Zhang's cooking, nor the sound of crying.

An Wuyang threw down his backpack, found a man in the gym who was doing weight lifting, leaned on the fitness equipment and asked, "Yun Chuan, where did Dun Dun and Aunt Zhang go?"

"Go home." Huo Yunchuan said.

"Oh." An Wuyang got the answer and seemed not to leave.

When Huo Yunchuan was exercising, his muscles were tense, and the young man who was often close to him had his heart beating like a drum.

"I'm going to take a shower." An Wuyang took another look and said.

The sweat on his body is too heavy, but he still likes to feel refreshed on his body.

In the evening, that stinky man who had obviously exercised all day pushed him from the bathroom to the room, his energy was horrendously exuberant.

An Wuyang pushed the weight on his body, and said with a sense of mission on his face: "Go on, I'm going to the Q Big League match tomorrow!"

"So good?" Huo Yunchuan was proud for a while, and then doubted again: "The Shang University Tennis Club is empty? Do you need to play?"

An Wuyang: "..."

Papa Huo's words made the little angel wilt.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say it." Mr. Huo solemnly withdrew his preface, and continued to squeeze the tennis boy with a "heavy responsibility" in a taciturn manner.