Marry a Rich Old Man

Shangda Stadium, five o'clock in the afternoon.

The tennis club and the basketball club respectively occupy the left and right sides without interfering with each other.

The sound of the racket hitting the ball is occasionally drowned out by the cheers of the slam dunk next door; but there are also times when someone in the tennis club makes a commotion with a cool serve, which completely attracts the attention of the stands.

Of course the man will not be unharmed.

... In fact, his serving posture is not very standard.

"There are a lot of little girls behind you patting you." Panting, Wen Ling came over with a racket in his hands, sweating profusely, leaned against the railing beside the court, put down the racket, bent down to pick up his own mineral water, unscrewed the cap and raised his head Take a swig.

An Wuyang was also resting, his sweaty cheeks flushed.

The white sports headband on his forehead was already soaked through.

He picked up the hem of his clothes and fanned his face. He was stunned when he heard this, and looked back, and sure enough, he saw many students holding up their mobile phones.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" Based on what Wen Ling knew about An Wuyang, he felt that the other party would be shy.

"Hi..." An Wuyang waved to the stands.

"..." Wen Ling was immediately slapped in the face, raising his eyebrows unexpectedly.

In the next second, he immediately covered his ears with the palm of his hand, and then let go after a full minute.

Such a foresighted show operation made An Wuyang stunned for a while.

Then he tilted his head in a little pain, and looked at the next door with his swarthy eyeballs, with the words 'Why didn't you remind me? 'This line.

Wen Ling smiled: "Enjoy yourself slowly." After drinking enough water, he patted An Wuyang's shoulder, picked up the paddle and left.

An Wuyang also wanted to leave, but as soon as he left, the girls behind shouted happily: "Azai! Look over here, I'll take a frontal photo of you!"

My steps froze.

Wha... what a weird name?

The shamed and helpless tennis boy turned his head in embarrassment while blushing.

The young ladies laughed again, raising their mobile phones to take pictures of him.

I saw the frozen picture on the mobile phone, the setting sun was dazzling, the young sportsman against the light, holding a racket in one hand, slightly clenched his fist in the other hand, the awkward but kind smile on his face was prettier than the setting sun.

Snapping is just a matter of a moment.

The little fairies were in a good mood when they took the photo: "It's finished!" They said to An Wuyang in the most gentle tone of their lives: "Xiao Tiantian, go back and play soon."

"..."

During the whole process, An Wuyang looked confused: "Oh." He asked suddenly: "Have you eaten yet?"

The little fairies on the opposite side also looked confused: "Huh? Not yet..." They came over to hang out after class.

no……

After they finished answering, they reacted belatedly: "!!!" The cordial greeting from Xiao Tiantian was so sweet that it made my heart cringe.

"Then go eat quickly." An Wuyang said, "I'm done training and I'm going back right away."

After speaking, he smiled and waved his paw before leaving.

"..." The little fairies collectively took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed... It was a little difficult to breathe.

They suddenly had the same idea, so envious of Mr. Huo.

"Whoever took the best photos, edit them and send them to share." After a wave of favorite healing brothers, the little fairies began to organize the photos they just took.

"Do you want to give Lao Huo a copy?" a devil in the crowd said.

This question made the audience silent, and the atmosphere became dignified.

They seem to have forgotten one important thing.

The group of people from the Shang University were warriors who had been warned by Huo Yunchuan not long ago.

Ever since Huo Yunchuan personally gave a speech at the University of Commerce, most of the fans lurking in the school have regained their senses and never paid any attention to An Wuyang.

At most, when they meet by chance on the road, they will take a second look quietly, and treat the rest of the time as ordinary alumni.

There are really not many little fairies left who are more persistent.

They like An Wuyang so much, they choose to pay attention to it silently, and there will be no more incidents of besieging and giving gifts.

Two weeks later in the morning, the autumn wind was slightly chilly.

Huo Yunchuan walked out of the house in a black formal suit, and at the same time the cell phone in his pocket rang, it was Secretary Chen's call: "Speak."

"President," Secretary Chen said, "Well, the person in charge of the XX sports brand in Asia suddenly contacted us... saying that he intends to let Young Master An endorse their brand."

Secretary Chen's words brought Huo Yunchuan's memory back to two weeks ago.

A photo of An Wuwei playing on the court became popular on the Internet for a while. For some reason, the clothes and shoes he was wearing, and even the sports headband... all became a hit.

Said to be sold out.

This incident was reported by the media, which gave An Wuyang another title - the little prince who brought goods.

Huo Yunchuan frowned and said, "What makes him think that I can't afford a wife and a son?" The little angel needs to go out to accept endorsements, and Huo Yunchuan hasn't gotten to this point yet.

Secretary Chen was trembling, and hurriedly said, "Alright CEO, I'll reject him right away."

To be honest, XX is not a bad sports brand, and its endorsements are also very popular, but the president is right, the Huo family is not so poor that they need to rely on endorsements for a living.

Invisibly, An Wuyang lost an opportunity to get rich overnight.

But he doesn't know.

Now it's autumn, and the chubby dun is seven months old and has just learned to sit still.

When An Wuyang was out of class, he would run home eagerly and teach his son how to crawl...

At this time, Papa Huo went to work.

He is showing people with a cold face in the company: "Gao Yan, what's the matter with you? Should you make such a low-level mistake?"

The company made a mistake, Huo Yunchuan caught Gao Yan in the conference room and scolded him.

"..." Gao Yan was trained like a grandson, so he didn't dare to say a word.

All the people in the room who participated in the meeting lowered their heads, because they knew that if the president scolded Gao Yan, he was scolding them.

An Cheng sat in it, but he didn't dare to show his air and tense his skin.

As for this son-in-law, he is really afraid...

However, the neighbors on the left and right secretly looked at him, as if he had a way to stop the president from being mad.

"Snapped--"

Huo Yunchuan threw the stack of documents in his hand onto the table.

He got a headache after reading these data: "You are all old people in the company, I don't want to talk about the basic things, go down and review yourself."

After the meeting ended, An Cheng stood at the door of the president's office, hesitating.

"Father-in-law?" Huo Yunchuan raised his head, saw An Cheng with half of his body exposed, and spoke abruptly.

An Cheng was taken aback. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time his son-in-law called his father-in-law, which made him very nervous.

"Yun Chuan." He smiled, and walked in boldly.

"Sit." Huo Yunchuan looked natural, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Is this weird?

"Okay." An Cheng sat in front of his son-in-law and boss with a nervous face, and asked cautiously, "How are Chiggy and Dun Dun father and son?"

Speaking of the little angels at home, President Huo's majestic face suddenly warmed up, and he replied, "They are all very well."

Ancheng nodded, smiled, and looked a little disappointed: "That's good, I'm just asking." The honest man, with his head down, summoned up his courage, and said a few more words without fear of being annoying: "It's been cold recently. Let Wuyang pay more attention to his body, he was especially prone to colds when he was young..."

Huo Yunchuan nodded: "I will."

Ancheng thinks about it too, the second child is taken care of by the Huo family, life is much better than at home before.

"Hey." That's fine.

The second child they are most worried about will have a better life than they can imagine.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, Huo Yunchuan finished his work today and stepped into the house in a hurry.

It can be said that the picture at first sight is very special.

The big and small of his family arched their buttocks and crawled on the carpet, with a kind of selflessness and devotion that regarded themselves as four-legged animals.

From time to time, I still hear crisp complaints...

"Stupid dun dun, don't lift your left foot when you lift your left hand," An Wuyang lay on the carpet, correcting his son's crutches for the umpteenth time, but he found in despair that the dun dun didn't distinguish between left and right: "Hey... "I want to pull my hair every minute.

"Well..." Dun Dun spotted a familiar person at the entrance with sharp eyes, his fat body paused for a second, and then he crawled forward as if hanging on.

Looking at it from An Wuyang's point of view, I felt as if I saw a moving hill...

Huo Yunchuan didn't move, until Dun Dun's little hand was about to touch his leather shoes, he bent down to hug Dun Dun, and silently kissed him.

"Didn't you say you only kissed me?"

Seeing Papa Huo kissing the baby, the little angel's heart shattered into petals, lying on the ground and complaining softly.

Huo Yunchuan glanced at him, then hugged Dun Dun to look for the small wooden bed.

After settling down the little one, come over and coax the older one: "Get up." The old man condescendingly kicked the coquettish little angel.

"I don't want to get up." An Wuyang said, while resting his head on Papa Huo's leather shoes.

Looking up, he was horrified to find that looking at him from this angle, he was still tall and handsome, with a perfect temperament.

"Then what do you want?" Huo Yunchuan asked with raised eyebrows, if his subordinates saw him like this, they would have clarified themselves with trembling, and didn't want to do anything.

"I'll tell you when you come down." An Wuyang looked at him anxiously.

Finally, the other party raised his trousers and knelt down. The languid boy suddenly let out a treacherous short smile, turned over and climbed on the other party's back: "Drive! Pippi Shrimp, let's go!"

Mr. Huo, who was named Pippi Shrimp in an instant: "..."

Once again, I deeply realized that the generation gap is impossible to eliminate, and it is impossible to eliminate it in this life.

"You, you should move..." An Wuyang beeped softly, obviously not sure if her husband who was bullied by him as a pippi shrimp would be angry.

Although he wanted to play with his wife, Mr. Huo couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, his whole body was stiff: "..." Like a dead shrimp that suffocated.

"Okay...then I'll come down..." An Wuyang said, looking a little disappointed.

Huo Yunchuan heard the little angel's happiness, and immediately frowned: "No need." He stopped, knelt on the ground in a suit and leather shoes, took off the watch on his wrist and put it aside...