Marry a Rich Old Man

The whole family stopped eating, especially An Wuji, he was quite guilty, he just mentioned it casually, never thought that his mother would be so angry.

"Okay, don't scold the child while eating." Dad An Cheng said: "If you don't want to eat, go take a shower and go to bed early at night. Don't you have to work part-time tomorrow?"

Facing this child, he is also quite helpless, life is too busy, sometimes it's not that he doesn't want to teach with all his heart, but that he can't manage it.

"Yeah." Following Dad's siege, An Wuyang put down his chopsticks, lowered his eyes and said, "Eat slowly, I'll take a shower first."

Every time he was scolded by his mother, he felt very stubborn, but when he thought about it, he was such a loser, and there was nothing wrong with others' accusations.

Whether you have time or not, the things you can think of in your mind are so superficial, and you can't think of more profound things about life and the future.

An Wuyang was in the bathroom, and when he was washing his hair with the shower, he wept sullenly.

After returning to the room, my face was hot and I felt so fucking fragile.

"It's all right." Dad knocked on the door and came in, and while his wife was washing dishes in the kitchen, he comforted his second child in a low voice: "Hey, don't take it personally, your mother is in a bad mood recently, and the work pressure is very high, you Be considerate of her."

The job in the new position is not easy to do, and the child's mother is a very strong person, and she has very high demands on herself.

An Wuyang sat on his younger brother's bed, thankful that it was normal for him to have red eyes after taking a shower: "It's okay, I know, what she said is also right."

But I still can't help but secretly refute in my heart, I really don't have the money to waste money.

"Anyway, don't take it to heart," An Cheng sighed, and said slowly, "At the bottom line, your parents are doing it for your own good, and they are afraid that you will suffer hardship in the future, rather than blaming you."

If you have a lot of money, maybe you don't have to push your children so hard.

But society is like this, an elite society, where there is competition ability, there is room for survival.

In the final analysis, it was money.

"Well, Dad, I see, it's okay." An Wuyang looked at his father, with a pair of dark almond eyes, he looked very similar to his sister.

Ancheng remembers that when the second child was young, he was innocent and well-behaved, occasionally being naughty, and if he was told, there would be no next time.

This kid is just too well-behaved and not very flexible.

An Cheng sighed softly, and nodded: "Then dad went out to watch TV, you go to bed early, and if it's too hot, turn on the air conditioner, don't be too hot, we will feel bad if you feel bad."

"En." An Wuyang replied.

An Wuji, who was supposed to come in to get his clothes and take a bath, waited helplessly at the door. When An Cheng went out, he came in and said, "Brother, I'm sorry."

With wet hair on his face, An Wuyang looked at his younger brother and said, "I'm sorry, but I won't give you anything to eat either."

Then he picked up the towel and rubbed it on his head intently.

"..." The younger brother pursed his lips, turned around and went to the cabinet to get clothes for a bath.

When I was picking up the clothes, I took a few glances. The pile of unfamiliar items that were only available today in the corner of the cabinet looked delicious from the outside, although I didn’t know what they were.

After the younger brother went out, the phone buzzed and vibrated on the small desk.

An Wuyang guessed with his toes, it must be that Mr. Huo's phone number.

He put down the towel and picked it up: "Hello?"

"..." Huo Yunchuan started a video call, but saw only darkness: "Your phone doesn't have dual cameras?"

The outgoing voice startled An Wuyang, and he quickly held it in front of him suspiciously, and saw a handsome face on the screen with a woman obsessed with a man's jealousy: "Mr. Huo?"

It was a video call...

An Wuyang didn't know how bad his image was now. His hair was messed up, his eyes were red from crying, and he held his phone a little close. It could be said that he was broadcasting his nostrils live.

"..." Huo Yunchuan bluntly said that he had never seen such a bad image.

But the focus was not wrong at all, and he immediately asked: "Why don't you dry your hair after taking a shower?"

Does the other party not know that it is easy to catch cold when blowing on the air conditioner when the hair is wet?

"I'm not used to using a hair dryer." Hearing this, An Wuyang held the phone in one hand and a towel in the other, meaning to continue wiping.

When he saw the second bed behind An Wuyang, Huo Yunchuan asked in disbelief: "Who are you sleeping in the same room with?"

An Wuyang said, "My brother."

Huo Yunchuan said calmly: "Who sleeps on it?"

An Wuyang wiped his hair with his hand, and replied falteringly: "Anyone is fine. I'll take turns sleeping. If I'm not feeling well, I'll sleep on the bottom."

"..." Huo Yunchuan put in a lot of effort, tried his best to resist the urge to go and mention someone, and said angrily, "I shouldn't have promised you to let you go home before."

See where all the people live here?

The room is so small, can you move around?

"Keep your voice down." An Wuyang lowered his voice in a panic, wary of his younger brother coming in at any time: "Why are you like this, you always say you regret what you promised."

It's not the first time I've heard him say this.

Huo Yunchuan was frantic, staring at the other person in the camera: "Then tell me now, will you sleep on the top or the bottom?"

An Wuyang was quite afraid of his fierce appearance, so he said, "I'll sleep down."

If you sleep on it and get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, it will be miserable if you fall down.

The face of the man on the screen softened a little, but it was just a little bit: "I don't feel relieved at all because your living environment is so poor. You must move out as soon as possible."

"My brother came back from the shower, I can't tell you anymore." An Wuyang hurriedly informed the other party when he heard the movement.

"Hey……"

Before he could utter the three words, the screen in front of him hissed back to the original interface, Huo Yunchuan was so angry that he spun around in circles, and kicked his innocent bedside table again.

—Mr. Huo, let's contact by text message. What do you want to say?

Not long after receiving a text message from the boy, Huo Yunchuan's mood was not saved much.

Can the feeling of connecting by text message compare with that of video call?

It's fine if you can't feel it, and you can't hear it or see it.

Not even giving the child a separate room, Huo Yunchuan unreasonably angered An Wuyang's parents.

— move out.

—……

—You know what is best for you, if not for yourself, also for the sake of the baby in your womb, don't be so naive and self-willed.

Being scolded twice in a row in a day, my own mother is fine, but the other party is just a stranger.

An Wuyang collapsed on the bed, and stuffed the phone under his brother's pillow.

An Wuji, who pretended to be studying at the desk, asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you, are you still angry?"

An Wuyang shook his head, turned sideways to his younger brother: "From now on, I will sleep on the bottom, and you will sleep on the top."

After speaking, he immediately got up, took out the delicious food from the cabinet, and shared it with his younger brother: "If you promise me, I will buy you delicious food every day from now on."

Fragrant and attractive candied fruit, nuts, and candies, all of which are delicious.

An Wuji didn't care where he slept, and he agreed when he had something to eat: "Where did you buy these...it looks expensive." It tasted even more expensive.

"It was given by someone else." An Wuyang said, he was afraid that the lies about lottery draws would be exposed if there were too many times.

"Who sent it?" An Wuji asked curiously.

"A female classmate, she likes me," An Wuyang wrote, "Eat, why are you asking so many questions?"

"Then did you promise?" An Wuji asked.

"Not yet." An Wuyang said.

The younger brother's mouth was opened into an O shape, and he appraised: "You scumbag."

The cell phone buried under the pillow jingled, the elder brother patted the food crumbs on his hand, and told the younger brother: "He is calling, you eat yours, I will answer the call." And, looking at the younger brother seriously: "No complaints."

An Wuji nodded, indicating that he would not.

"Hello?" An Wuyang lay on his younger brother's bed, blowing the electric fan from under his feet, and began to answer the phone.

The crazy man who was waiting for a reply over there tried to suppress his temper and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you reply to the message suddenly? Do you know that others will worry about you?"

"...I'm eating what you bought." To prove that he wasn't lying, An Wuyang stretched out his hand, twisted a piece of walnut and threw it into his mouth, taking a bite and it was crunchy.

The sound of the teenager eating along the earpiece flowed into the cochlea close to the phone without hindrance.

At this moment, Huo Yunchuan deeply understood what is the age difference, what is the generation gap, and the annoyance of being mature in the face of childishness.

But what else, of course, follow him.

"Is it delicious?" Huo Yunchuan asked.

"Yeah." An Wuyang said, "It's delicious and crunchy. If you eat too much, you might get angry."

"Then you should eat less." Huo Yunchuan said patiently, and then picked up the question he wanted to ask just now: "Why are your eyes so red, are you crying?"

An Wuyang glanced at his younger brother, and replied, "I just finished washing my hair, and it entered the bubbles."

"Be careful in the future." The man on the other end of the phone urged.

"Okay." An Wuyang was a little suspicious, he felt that this Mr. Huo was more gentle on the phone.

It's not like when we meet in reality, the coercion all over my body makes me afraid when I stare.

"That's how it is." Huo Yunchuan stopped pacing, stood in front of the French window of the bedroom, and said: "Go to bed early, I will pick you up tomorrow."

An Wuyang: "Okay, goodbye."

There was a pause and said, "Good night."

An Wuyang also said, "Good night."

After several seconds, the call was still not cut off, so he stretched out his finger and hung up the phone cautiously.

It turned out that it was not my own illusion. Mr. Huo got along a hundred times easier on the phone than in reality.

With this incredible thought in mind, An Wuyang yawned, turned his face to the backlight, closed his eyes and began to sleep.

Mr. Huo, who was thirty kilometers away, was immersed in the well-behaved and soft "good night" of the boy, and his brain circulated N times.

What made him even more annoyed was that the intimate images that he deliberately forgot a month ago also flooded into his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them.

In that dilapidated bar where fish and dragons were mixed together, the young man who had been drinking once said sweetly, "Brother, can you help me?"

"..." Cutting off the memories of that dewy marriage, Huo Yunchuan took off his shirt, stepped into the bathroom, and took a cold shower.

The author has something to say:

The family of Wuyang Baobao’s family is a portrayal of many real families. It is the norm, and it makes sense from everyone’s standpoint.