Marry a Rich Old Man

No Responsibility Extra Story Four-year-old and 16-year-old meet by fate 1

"The 2004 Jade Bird Cup National Youth Tennis Competition, the men's single runner-up, Cai Xin."

"The runner-up winner, Huo Yunchuan."

"Champion Winner"

"Ah!" Coach Ou let out a pity voice in the stands, and his body stood up slowly because of this, supporting the railings that were shaken vigorously by the cheered people, and looked at his students worriedly.

The runner-up winner announced by the judges just now is his most promising student, Huo Yunchuan.

It is a pity that Huo Yunchuan is almost sixteen years old, and this year is the last time he is eligible to participate in the Jade Bird Cup

Obviously, he did well during training yesterday.

how so

Coach Ou frowned very worriedly. After all, he was not the only one who valued this game.

"" The boy who endured a severe headache and continued to participate in the game, his thin face was unusually flushed under the white baseball cap, and he was sweating slightly.

When he heard the result of the game, he pursed his lips tightly.

Runner up?

An expected result.

I'm a little sorry for myself who persisted in the competition with a high fever, Huo Yunchuan thought drowsily, and then propped himself up from the chair to receive the award that made him feel uncomfortable at all.

Coach Ou saw that the students were not in high spirits, and the worry expressed on their faces became more obvious, so he left the auditorium and went to the backstage to wait for the other party.

After the award ceremony here, Huo Yunchuan walked backstage expressionlessly with the dispensable spoils in his hand, ready to leave here.

After all, apart from Lao Ou, no one he knew came to watch the game.

So there is no need to deal with anyone.

"Yunchuan" coach Ou saw the tall and thin figure of the student at the corner of the aisle, wearing a specially customized competition suit, looking very handsome and handsome.

But this kid's personality is always cold and cool, even when facing the teacher.

"Old Ou." Huo Yunchuan greeted him lightly when he saw him.

"Hey, about the game"

Before Lao Ou finished speaking, he was cut off by the boy who was suffering from a headache and was in no mood to talk nonsense, "Oh, I know what you want to say, I don't need it."

If you lose, you lose, Huo Yunchuan thought to himself, is it useful to say this? "I'll go first." He straightened the backpack straps on his shoulders, turned and left.

"Hey" Old Ou showed a complicated face.

At the same time, I was a little angry, wouldn't this kid accept other people's kindness?

Walking out of the stadium, I found that it was raining outside.

The young man standing on the side of the road with a dazed expression, looked up at the unaesthetic sky, and was hit by the coldness of the wind and raindrops.

He hurriedly took a step back to save his wet clothes.

""The headache made Huo Yunchuan's face stinky, and his body's reactions were a little slow, and he was not in a very happy mood after losing the game.

With his racket on his back, he walked towards a nearby shop, looking for a place with a comfortable environment and a warm drink.

This kind of small shop usually opened on the side of the road, if there is no special event like today, it is impossible to get Huo Yunchuan's favor in another 100 years.

But now he is dizzy and just wants to find a place to lie down.

"Excuse me, how many?" A voice that seemed to be a shop assistant sounded in my ear.

Huo Yunchuan glanced around the store quickly, confirming that there are few people here and the environment is not bad.

It's a pity that with the hat on, only the chin and the hat can be seen.

"Do you have a cold? If so, you can try the cola ginger tea we are promoting today."

"whatever."

This is the most remote corner location, the sick teenager took off his tennis racket and put it aside casually, and then nestled himself on the flaxen double sofa "hah"

He sneezed again, then rolled over to face the bottom of the table, wrapping the thin coat around him tightly.

Attracted by the sound of sneezing, the little boy lay on a table separated by a group of sofas, and turned his head to look for the source of the sound of sneezing.

Then I saw a little brother curled up in the distance, is he sick?

"An Wuyang, where are you going?" An Wuyu, who was chatting with his classmates, found his four-year-old brother jumping off the sofa, so he stopped and said, "Don't run around, just be obedient."

An Wuyang, who is only four years old this year, looks thin and fair, and is usually most afraid of being raped by his sister.

"I want to pee." He blinked slowly.

The lady clerk heard the commotion here, and came over with a smile and took him to the bathroom. "Little friend, my sister will take you there."

An Wuyu, who is still in elementary school this year, and her cousin who recently came to Beijing to play and live with her, have been frequent customers of this drink shop during this time, and they have already become familiar with the shop assistant "That's troublesome." After confessing Continue chatting with my cousin.

"Sister." An Wuyang pulled up his pants after urinating, and asked the clerk, "Do you have a blanket?"

When it was cold, he had to cover himself with a quilt, and he was still thinking about the little brother who sneezed.

The clerk said, "Yes, are you cold?"

An Wuyang nodded, "Yeah"

The shop assistant took him out, brought him a small blanket, and sent it back to An Wuyu.

The three-headed baby who was holding a small blanket looked at the sisters who continued to chat and didn't pay attention to their own sisters, so they walked towards the sofa in the corner with short legs.

The corner where even the curtains were drawn was a bit dark.

The thin, fine hair covered the boy's fair and thin cheeks obediently. Apart from the abnormal flush, the exposed skin had a sickly paleness.

Including the slender palm hanging under the sofa.

An Wuyang looked at the little brother with his head, and found that the little brother was asleep, so sensible, he relaxed his hands and feet, stood on tiptoe and piled up the blanket

"Ugh" and spread out a pile of blankets.

Cover your shoulders, your belly, and your butt.

But the little baby found that the little brother's cold hand was still exposed.

It will freeze, An Wuyang thought.

The sick boy was in a drowsy state, and felt something moving in his hand. Sensitively, he grabbed it with his backhand, and opened his bloodshot eyes at the same time.

"" Huo Yunchuan saw a small white face, looking at himself with a pair of dark eyes, child

He followed An'an's unharmed face to his fist, and after opening it was a miniature hand.

Soft to the touch, warm.

"Ahem..." He, who has always disliked children, let go of An Wuyang's hand angrily, and chased him away, "Stay away from me."

Then turned over and wrapped the blanket tightly around his body

"Hmm" Blanket

Huo Yunchuan stared at the blanket on his body in surprise, frowned, remembering when he asked for a blanket

But he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was given by the clerk.

"Brother, are you sick?" When he was about to go to sleep, a cat-like cry came from behind him.

brother

As the only son, Huo Yunchuan was born into a wealthy family, and has a perverse and withdrawn personality. There really is no one who dares to call his brother in a childlike voice by his side.

He turned over, stared blankly at the little thing standing up to his height, and said, "Who is your brother?"

An Wuyang looked at him stupidly ""

Huo Yunchuan pointed to the sofa opposite the table, "Go play somewhere else, don't disturb me."

After finally plucking up the courage to hug the little baby in the blanket for the little brother, he blinked, his nose was flushed, and his mouth was flattened to cry.

"Hey..." Huo Yunchuan's face suddenly changed, this is the reason why he hates children, he cries at every turn, which is totally unreasonable.

"Woo..." Thinking that no one likes to play with me, the little baby, who was full of grievances and loneliness, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

Lying on the sofa, he whispered a warning to his fierce little brother, "Shut up."

The obedient baby stopped crying as softly as a mosquito, but his eyes were red and his expression was pitiful, like a wronged puffer fish.

Pretty obedient.

"What do you want?" Huo Yunchuan couldn't believe it. After losing the game, he was in no mood to care about anyone. He would be entangled by a three-headed kid.

"Can I play with you, I won't disturb you." The little baby walked up quietly, squatted down on the vacant seat, and looked sideways at the little brother who didn't have a smile on his face.

His eyes were wet from crying, but when he looked at others like this, they were like stars, twinkling and twinkling.

The young man who had always been impatient with children held back his indifferent temper and hummed softly, "You can do whatever you want."

But after not paying attention for a while, the little thing moved towards him a little bit.

"Huh." Huo Yunchuan stared at the tiny hand on the sofa, pretending to sleep, and then found that it was moving towards him, "Hey."

He spoke suddenly, causing the frightened little hand to shrink back.

But quickly and firmly moved over.

"" This is too strange

Is it because I don't look fierce enough, or my tone is not bad enough?

"Why are you clinging to me?" The young man who was obviously in a bad mood and physically uncomfortable, but at this moment there were only so many doubts in his heart, and he wanted to figure it out.

"Ah..." The strange little kid's grandma opened her mouth and made a stupid sound.

"Ah, your head." Huo Yunchuan paused, stretched out his hand from under the blanket, and hooked him, "Come here."

An Wuyang smiled and swayed over.

When the little monster approached, Huo Yunchuan clearly smelled a pleasant smell, and he immediately thought it was the peculiar smell of little brats, so he didn't find it strange.

"Brother." The little baby called eagerly.

Huo Yunchuan pinched his fleshy cheeks, and said, "I'm really sleepy, you'd better not make a sound." Then, despite being sick, his arm, which was still strong, passed through the little monster's armpit and lifted the little monster Get up and get in the blanket

Very light and thin little monster.

Are you two years old?

The teenager, who had no idea of ​​the child's age, dazedly labeled An Wuyang as two years old.

Then, hugging the fragrant and soft little heater, fell into a light sleep.