Marry a Rich Old Man

President Zhang rolled his eyes very clearly, and his expression was also very complicated, as if he was struggling to accept that the little rookie was originally "should" be like this and "shouldn't be".

An Wuyang looked at his expression, pursed his lips and snickered, this president, who seemed to have a bad personality on the surface, turned out to be a little cute unexpectedly.

In fact, as the one who is always taken care of, how could Xiao Tiantian, a scumbag, not know that she is always being let go by Huo Yunchuan.

As I said before, he doesn't have any competitive spirit, and he doesn't think it's a shame to be released by someone stronger than himself.

So, the two people who both felt that the other was a little 'cute' continued to watch the game with their own concerns.

Compared with President Zhang's professional tennis, An Wuyang's tennis knowledge is only at the stage of being able to understand, and he can have fun, but he doesn't know anything about technical things.

But he could tell that Huo Yunchuan was indeed a very, very talented player.

Even if he hadn't practiced tennis seriously for more than ten years and gave up when he was young, he picked up the racket again and still made the audience in the stands look handsome.

Speaking of which, why are there so many viewers during the holidays!

"..." An Wuyang looked around and roughly calculated that about 200 people had gathered in the viewing stands to watch the game.

These people didn't come here in a swarm, but when they passed by, they heard the movement on the stadium, so they came to take a look out of curiosity.

Leaving aside the handsome guys from Q University, the handsome tennis club guys from Shang University with unfamiliar faces stood in a row in the viewing platform, all with long legs and good looks.

The most attractive, of course, is the fierce competition on the court.

In a blink of an eye, Huo Yunchuan and the president of the Tennis Club of University Q have already sparred a few times, and everyone's scores are almost tied, which seems to be evenly matched.

When the president of the Q Tennis Club scored a point, he sneered triumphantly: "You can make such low-level mistakes, how does your coach teach you?"

He has good eyesight, and it is very easy to see that his opponent was once a professional golfer.

The stern young man who was dissed took the ball and bounced on the ground, jumped up without blushing and breathless, and served the ball again.

This is a heavy flat shot, an entry-level serve!

President Zhang, who was keeping his eyes on the sidelines, murmured: "...it looks serious, but it's actually playing casually."

It gave him a strong feeling that the other party was practicing with the president of the Q University Tennis Club...

An Wuyang was still feeling sorry for the point his partner lost just now, and at the same time clenched his fingers, worried about Huo Yunchuan's emotions in his heart: "I hope he understands that it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses."

Zhang Er: "???" The rookie thinks he will lose?

"Are you kidding me!" the neighbor roared unbearably.

Then there was news on the court that the captain of the Q University Tennis Club had conceded a goal.

An Wuyang's cheeks flushed with excitement, "Yun Chuan—come on—"

This is a rather naive scene, but the former professional player who has left the arena for more than ten years, glanced sideways at the stands, and seemed to smile.

To be honest, it was just an accidental choice for Huo Yunchuan to play off the field.

Although I said something like 'losing to others is a shame' to the little angel, I didn't take it seriously.

At this time, he heard An Wuyang waving the flag and shouting in the stands, he was in a happy mood, and by the way, he regained a little bit of seriousness about the arena.

Next, it was the captain of Q's turn to serve. I don't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the style of the ball on the opposite side was very different from before, suddenly much sharper?

"What's the situation..." The conceited young man struggled to deal with it, and cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

The next thing is to lose goals and lose goals... an infinite loop.

"Ah——Daddy won—" An Wuyang blushed with excitement, put his hands around his mouth, and shouted shamelessly.

"I'll go..." The handsome guys in the tennis club unanimously turned their faces away and disliked this shameful thing.

However, it is really exciting to be able to rub someone who is haunted by Q big on the ground!

The friendship match was over, and the president of the business university lost, but was helped by his companion's partner to win back the victory.

Everyone was surprised.

It's not the best outcome, and certainly not the worst.

On the way back, a group of young people from Shang University who had lost the game were unexpectedly relaxed and relaxed, and kept asking the taciturn Huo Yunchuan about tennis.

An Wuyang sat beside him and listened quietly, it felt so good and warm in his heart.

"Hey, little rookie." When they arrived at the destination, everyone wanted to part ways and go on their own long vacations. Zhang Er parked the car, deliberately got out of the car, and knocked on the safe window.

"President!" The little rookie opened the window and poked his head out to respond crisply.

Zhang Er felt that he might be sick... Seeing this head, he wanted to reach out and touch it, but looking at the man wearing sunglasses in the driver's cab, he reluctantly dismissed the idea: "Thank you today, and then we will continue the training after the long vacation ..." The one: "I wish you a happy long holiday."

"Thank you, President, and you too!" An Wuyang waved at him.

Papa Huo next door was very patient, waiting for the children to bid farewell to their companions one by one before going up the car window.

In terms of educational awareness and practical actions, Huo Yunchuan is undoubtedly a qualified father.

Will Dun Dun be blessed in the future? ?

An Wuyang still had the lingering aftertaste of the excitement on the court just now in his heart, and said blushingly, "Did you meet your opponent today? I didn't expect your real level to be so good."

Huo Yunchuan replied: "You are still better."

Thinking of this kid's enthusiasm in the stands just now, Mr. Huo's handsome face turned slightly strange.

"..." An Wuyang thought that the other party was teasing him, thinking, am I wrong for praising someone?

It's so hard to be a human being!

However, I realized later that the goosebump-smearing smile on the corner of his partner's mouth should not be meant to be teasing...but...

After returning home, Huo Yunchuan picked up An Wuyang and brought him into the house.

"You..." An Wuyang exclaimed and began to struggle.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't you know that men become hyperactive after exercising?" Huo Yunchuan said, with two arms of amazing strength, he hugged the person in his arms tighter: "What are you afraid of, no one is at home today. "

"I'm a man too..." An Wuyang said with an embarrassed face, obviously after exercising, he only wanted to take a good rest!

What kind of man gets hyperactive after exercising? It's just an excuse for Huo Yunchuan to have sex, right?

"You don't count." Huo Yunchuan pinched the lips that he wanted to taste all over the morning, but unfortunately the bathroom will be there soon: "Do it here first, and then you can choose the living room and bedroom."

"That's really thankful for your generosity..." An Wuyang gritted his teeth helplessly, knowing that he couldn't refuse, so he was mentally prepared to have a carnival with the other party.

Just as he was about to fall asleep in a daze, the exhausted boy thought to himself, that kid Dun Dun was ruthlessly thrown home by his father, right?

Otherwise, how could the father-in-law and mother-in-law pick up the child before the holiday, and did not ask their own opinions.

Poor Dun Dun.

"Hmm..." According to the current trend, he should not be taken during the long vacation.

The man who leaned on the head of the bed to enjoy the aftertaste after being satiated, was accused by the little angel and said lazily: "You don't know how tiring it is to bring two people."

"...I don't need you to bring it!" An Wuyang thought of the shameful spring rope from his last trip abroad, his face was hot and hot!

"Really energetic." Huo Yunchuan glanced at him, patted his head: "Hurry up and sleep, I will take you to enjoy the long vacation tomorrow."

It would be nice if that was the case, but it's not possible.

"You just want to do it in another place." An Wuyang pointed out the truth, showing helplessness.

"Hurry up and sleep." The answer was a big hand covering his eyes, and the tone and behavior of the domineering president were clearly revealed.

Britney, who was tortured by the CEO and then forced to sleep, slept until dark.

The dreamless deep sleep relieved his fatigue. After all, he is young and can withstand indulgence.

Huo Yunchuan seized the time, brought in a bowl of soft and glutinous vegetable meat porridge, and said to the bewildered child, "Get up and eat."

After An Wuyang got up, he glanced at the bowl of familiar food, and said with certainty: "It seems...it's porridge in a pot."

Huo, who can't cook, the big president, explained: "Dun Dun has gone home, so there is so much left over, don't waste it."

So he turned on the fire and heated it up for the little angel to drink.

The dazed little angel couldn't fault Huo's father's words: "Oh." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he obediently held a bowl that was not hot, and fed himself bite by bite.

When you are full, return the empty bowl to the other person.

Taking advantage of the time when he was alone, An Wuyang turned on his dead phone, and messages came in ding ding dong dong.

Xiaopang, who has not been in touch for a long time: "Happy National Day!"

It's so concise and clear, it looks like a group post, but An Wuyang knows it's not, the kind of long list is a group post, these words are definitely typed by Xiaopang himself.

An Wuyang replied: "Happy National Day! Where are you going?"

Then click on the window where I sent messages to myself, and reply one by one. Although they all have the same content, every word is typed by hand, and copying and pasting does not exist.

After answering the call, Xiaopang replied.

Xue Ji Yang: "Take a partner out of the country! How about you? Are you taking your family out to play?"

An Wuyang: "No, his dad just wants to play with me!"

Xue Ji Yang: "Tsk tsk tsk, I can understand him, and I think so too."

An Wuyang: "Goodbye!"

The hot long vacation has begun, and the young man who knows nothing about the creature "No. [-]" followed Papa Huo on the journey of "checking in" in major hotels.

The first day of the long holiday...

Papa Huo cared shamelessly, "Are you tired?"

"Woo." An Wuhai, who was tossed until one o'clock in the morning last night, now has a faint blue and black, standing on the great mountains and rivers of the motherland, feeling happy.

After all, he thought that 'enjoy a long vacation = do it in another place' was just a joke, so now he is a little dumbfounded.

Since his crow's mouth is so sharp, An Wuyang decided to spend four yuan to buy two lottery tickets.

Huo Yunchuan silently carried the listless young man on his back, and walked around various scenic spots that are less popular but beautiful.

Back at the hotel at night, the little angel stretched out his hand to him: "Give me four dollars."

"..." Young Master Huo, who was worth over tens of billions, felt the panic of being asked for money for the first time.

A full four dollars!

"I am searching."

The stern man rummaged through his pockets and suitcases, struggling to find two one-dollar bills, and then found two one-dollar coins from his wallet: "Here."

Mr. Huo, who had scraped together four yuan, heaved a deep sigh of relief.

The author has something to say:

Reporter: What is the biggest project that Mr. Huo has done in his life?

Mr. Huo: To raise funds for my partner.

Reporter: May I ask how much the amount is, can you disclose it?

Mr. Huo: Four yuan in cash.