Marry a Rich Old Man

For more than half a year, the number of times the two have been intimate with real guns and live ammunition is dozens of times if not a hundred. This is the result of Huo Yunchuan deliberately suppressing his health and safety.

After all, this person's physique does not match his strength. In Huo Yunchuan's eyes, his thin arms and legs look vulnerable.

"Forget it." Huo Yunchuan originally wanted to take advantage of the holidays to reward himself, but the opponent will go to Shang University to play tomorrow, although he definitely doesn't need to play: "Let's owe it first, and I'll talk about it after the game."

The unsatisfied man got off the bed and walked into the bathroom carelessly.

"..." An Wuyang was speechless for a while, but thanked him in his heart for being so talkative tonight.

As a herbivore with very little desire, An Wuyang couldn't understand the other party's urgent need for sex.

Maybe underage?

"Big Q, right? I'll accompany you tomorrow." Huo Yunchuan said beside the bed, his tone unquestionable.

"Ah?" An Wuyang uttered a confused syllable.

"I said I'll go with you." Huo Yunchuan said, "Have you been knocked on your head by Dun Dun?"

"No." An Wuyang gritted his teeth and thought to himself, obviously he was fooled by you: "Okay." In fact, I usually go home on weekends, and it is rare for the two of us to go out for a walk together.

"Then I'll send a message to the president." An Wuyang said.

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An Wuyang: @张社长, president, I want to bring someone with me when I leave for Q University tomorrow, is that ok?

Zhang Er replied: It is better not to bring irrelevant personnel.

An Wuyang: My sir!He can play tennis and was runner-up.

Seeing the news about Xiaocainiao, Zhang Er's heart moved. As far as he knew, Xiaocainiao's husband was the president of the Huo Group?

What is this concept?

Absolutely bring a good shot!

Zhang Er immediately said: "OK, you can bring him here."

On the first morning of the long vacation, at eight o'clock, at the gate of the Shangdae.

Now many students have gone home, including some members of the tennis club, so the number is sparse, and some cheerleaders are needed, such as Britney Spears.

However, An Wuyang has a sense of mission all over his body, and he doesn't feel that he is passively slowing down his work just to make up the number of people.

So Huo Yunchuan drove three people, Zhang Er drove three people, eight people in two cars, and went to Q University in a mighty way.

When they arrived at the destination, the eight of them wore sportswear of the same color and held tennis rackets in their hands, looking like they were here to find fault.

Huo always accompanied the little angel to be a cheerleader. At 31 this year, when he put on his sportswear, he immediately looked much younger than his usual formal attire.

Jomo looked to be in his early twenties.

Standing next to An Wuyang, who was wearing the same sportswear, didn't look abrupt.

It's just that Huo Yunchuan was as taciturn as ever, and he didn't speak easily, and when he spoke, it was the focus of decision-making.

Several business students who were with him knew his identity, and as An Wuyang's classmate and alumni, they didn't have the idea of ​​getting close.

What everyone should do is no different from usual.

"They're here." Zhang Er made a phone call, got the location, and led a group of people on foot.

An Wuyang and Huo Yunchuan walked behind.

"Hey, our president won the men's championship in the youth group, isn't he very good?" The man who was a head shorter poked the taller man next door.

Huo Yunchuan raised his eyebrows, this guy, to praise other men in front of him, is he going to die?

"Really?" It was obvious that he didn't take it seriously.

"Yes," An Wuyang hugged his racket, and told him the ins and outs of this friendship match very seriously: "It is said that the president of the tennis club of Q University was defeated by our president a few years ago, so I have always wanted to organize another tournament. game."

He stroked his chin and pondered: "A person like me who has no competitive spirit really doesn't understand the difference between losing and winning?"

Zhang Er heard the little rookie muttering in front of him, raised his chin and turned his head and said, "Of course there is a difference. It is a shame to lose to others, understand?"

"Um..." So serious?

"He's right." President Huo Da put his hand on the back of the little angel's head: "It's indeed a shame to lose to others."

There are also many students who have not left the campus of Q University during the holidays.

Seeing this group of handsome guys with above-average looks traveling in a group, they took a second look and even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Soon, the two groups gathered at the stadium.

Q University is worthy of being a famous school, and the place for people to play is much better than the pitifully small stadium of their Shang University.

But Zhang Er won't feel inferior. Although Q University has a big stadium, it's all about his defeated opponent?

At this time, Zhang Er went over to negotiate, and the cheerleaders stayed in the stands.

An Wuyang admired sincerely: "The president is really confident."

No matter where he is, he is as proud as a peacock... Wait, An Wuyang realized after a while that his attention to the president was unusual.

After thinking about it carefully, he finally solved the mystery.

Isn't such a president just like Huo Yunchuan in his youth?

"It seems that you really appreciate him." Huo Yunchuan didn't know what was going on in An Wuyang's head, he only believed in his ears.

"It's better to say that I appreciate you." An Wuyang said, "Don't you think our president is very similar to you when you were a boy?"

Huo Yunchuan glanced briefly at Zhang Er who looked like a peacock, and said coldly: "It's not like that."

An Wuyang stared intently at the off-court, saw the president taking out the racket to warm up, and immediately became excited: "President! Come on!"

Everyone in the audience looked at him immediately.

Zhang Er twitched the corner of his mouth: "Little rookie..." Not only is he a dish, but he is also a little silly!

"Tsk tsk, is that a member of your club?" The opponent came over: "Aren't you very demanding of your team members? When did you become reduced to picking up trash?"

"Bad?" Zhang Erpi looked at him with a non-smiling smile, then turned to look at the young man sitting next to the rookie: "What should I do, I think I can kill you at any time."

Opponent: "You!"

He was stubborn when he was about to die.

"Calm down, please?" Huo Yunchuan locked the excited boy back into his arms, hoping that the little angel would quietly snuggle up to him and watch a game, instead of shouting for other men, he would go crazy.

"Oh, kick-off!" An Wuyang obediently leaned against her husband, looking intently at the off-court.

Contrary to him, the faces of the other team members did not show any excitement.

On the contrary, Senior Lian was full of worry and kept frowning.

After hitting the kickoff for about three times, Huo Yunchuan said calmly: "Your president has an injury on his hand, so he is not the opponent's opponent."

"Huh?" An Wuyang looked at him in surprise.

Senior Lian was also surprised when he heard it from the side: "Mr. Huo, can you tell?" Yes, their president has a hand injury and cannot play high-intensity games.

"Why did you fight when you knew you were losing the game?" It was rare for Huo Yunchuan to be interested in other people's affairs, instead of letting the situation develop unrelated to his own.

Senior Lian hurriedly said: "I guess I want to use this sparring to accept the fact that I was injured. It's just to adjust my mentality, and I don't care who the opponent is."

An Wuyang was thoughtful, and admired the president's awareness: "I think even if he loses this game, he is still very good."

"The third time." Huo Yunchuan gave the little angel a particularly dangerous look.

This kind of flying vinegar should also be eaten!

An Wuyang was very helpless, but he didn't dare to continue to challenge the man's nerves: "Okay, let's watch the ball carefully."

As soon as the words fell, the young man standing on the court, in order to catch a dangerous ball, dropped the tennis racket in his hand and flew out of the court out of control.

The players in the stands all stood up, showing worried expressions.

"Do you still need to compare?" The opponent said condescendingly, looking at the young man who was a little confused.

"I really don't know what you're talking about?" Zhang Er smiled sarcastically, and turned his sore wrist: "You already knew that my hand was injured, didn't you?"

Otherwise, there will be two years in the middle, so why wait until the third year to make an appointment?

"Heh." The man said: "The process is not important, what matters is the result. The result now is that you lose."

"Tsk..." Zhang Er was surprised when he saw the figure approaching from a distance.

The opponent followed his gaze and turned back, folded his arms and raised his eyebrows: "What? Did you find a helper?" No one spoke, and he said conceitedly: "It seems that your Shangda wants to lose completely."

Zhang Er thought disdainfully, idiot, that's not a student of Shang University.

This person has a big tone, An Wuyang, who was following Huo Yunchuan, frowned and thought, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Yunchuan, do you want to fight him?"

Huo Yunchuan snorted dispensably: "Anything is fine."

Holding the racket that flew out just now, he walked up to Zhang Er and returned it, but Zhang Er didn't stretch out his hand: "Mr. Huo, since you're here, let's exercise."

"Yes." An Wuyang echoed in a low voice: "Although this man won, he has no manners at all. I think he owes a little lesson."

"En." Huo Yunchuan nodded in response.

A man who hadn't played tennis much for more than ten years did a few sets of warm-ups on the spot, and then said to the person opposite: "Let's start."

An Wuyang and Zhang Er retreated to the sidelines.

"...He hasn't played tennis for more than ten years." Xiao Tiantian, who encouraged Papa Huo to play, sent a worried signal with a serious face.

"What?" Zhang Er's mouth twitched wildly.

Since that Mr. Huo hasn't had much tennis in more than ten years!But his whole body exudes the aura of 'I am the best in the world', what's going on?

In any case, the president of the Tennis Club of the University of Commerce has already prepared for the embarrassment of all members at Q University today, and has no hope for this friendship match.

In the stands, the other team members had the same opinion, only one of them said uncertainly: "I seem to have seen a report somewhere that Mr. Huo used to be a tennis player..."

The field ushered in his first serve.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and let out a surprise: "Ah..."

It turned out that it was Huo Yunchuan who played very steadily, without any signs of hand skills. This was due to the fact that he occasionally accompanied the little angel to review tennis during this period of time.

"!!" took the lead to score a point.

When the president was very happy, he heard An Wuyang next to him let out a deep breath: "It turns out that his real level is like this, so I can rest assured."

Zhang Er couldn't control his curious mouth: "What do you mean?"

Could it be that as a partner, the rookie didn't even know Mr. Huo's true level?

"Ah..." The little rookie scratched his head in embarrassment: "Sometimes he plays with me, and he can't even catch my ball..."

However, An Wuyang thought that this was a problem that he hadn't fought for more than ten years. Today, it seems that it is a matter of getting stronger when you are strong!

what?

That Mr. Huo who is killing everyone on the court can't even catch the ball from the rookie?

fart!

Zhang Er rolled his big white eyes and thought to himself, is that intentional release of water?As a competitive player who cares about winning or losing, he feels that Mr. Huo is a disgrace to competitive people!

"Fortunately, he can show his strength when he meets a strong opponent." An Wuyang rubbed his chin in thought.

Zhang Er replied in his heart, it can be pulled down.

"Huh?" The little angel blinked and asked cautiously: "President, why did he change the grip?"

President Zhang, who was already powerless to complain, almost knelt down: "..."

He felt that this newcomer to the club was really 'sweet' terribly.

What does it mean to show your strength? It is obviously the obvious release of water, release of water, release of water!

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President Zhang: If I have a wife, hum!I also want to coax like this