Marry a Rich Old Man

It's not that An Wuyang likes to watch Korean dramas, it's just that the pictures are exquisite and the content is interesting, so he just watched it a few times, and didn't say that he was addicted to not wanting to eat.

How did you know that just after two glances, the male protagonist and the female protagonist were arguing with each other, and a romantic BGM sounded on the back foot, and the two began to kiss fiercely.

"Change the channel." A depressing order came from behind, and at the same time, he took the remote control in the child's hand with one hand, and switched to the news channel without saying a word.

In An Wuyang's memory, this scene seemed familiar.

It was a distant childhood memory, once he watched a comedy Hong Kong movie with his father and younger brother.

There is a scene of flirting between a man and a woman. I remember it was a woman wearing net stockings and a bra, who put a bunch of grapes on her chest, and tenderly invited the man opposite to taste it.

The young boy holding the remote control was immediately ordered by his father to change the channel, but in the end the father did it himself and grabbed the younger brother's remote control and changed it.

So when he saw Huo Yunchuan today, he thought of his father.

It is said that the relationship between father and son will be closer than that between mother and child. There is not only the intimacy of father and son, but also the sympathy between men.

Thinking of this, An Wuyang quietly ate a piece of melon.

The man sitting next to him had darkened eyes, complicated and measured, and it was impossible to change the channel. Watching too many Korean TV dramas affects the emotional outlook and even sexual orientation of teenagers.

"Don't eat it." Huo Yunchuan took the salad bowl from the table and put it in the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang finished cooking and brought them out, and it was only 05:30: "Mr. Huo, then I will go back first. After you finish eating, you can put the dishes and chopsticks in the washbasin first. Come back and wash."

This is what Huo Yunchuan meant, otherwise Aunt Zhang wouldn't dare to speak.

She understood in her heart that this Mr. Huo didn't stay at home all day, and only had time to have dinner with his family at night, so he naturally didn't want others to disturb him.

So he left with interest.

The food is good, at least An Wuyang's food at home is not one-tenth as good as it was in the past few days. Whether it is the ingredients or the taste, he likes it very much.

Sweet and sour appetizer, salty and delicious, green vegetables are so-so.

Huo Yunchuan watched the little angel's habit of picking and eating vegetables, and couldn't bear it: "Eat some green ones."

But the heart of the cabbage was scalding and tasteless, An Wuyang looked at the half of the vegetable near his mouth, and weighed the consequences of giving face or not, finally opened his mouth and bit Mr. Huo's chopsticks.

Huo Yunchuan's fingers gripping the chopsticks tightened, and he became more and more cautious, feeding him 120 hearts carefully: "How much for lunch?"

An Wuyang said: "Two small bowls." In addition: "A whole plate of prawns, Aunt Zhang probably ate four or five, and I ate the rest."

The other party had a good appetite, and the president was very happy: "Have you vomited?" He asked again nervously.

"No." Shrimp are so expensive, An Wuyang said with a smile, "I'm not willing to vomit."

Young Master Huo paused with his chopsticks, his heart sank slightly, and he asked calmly, "How are your parents? What industry are they in?"

An Wuyang, who was eating happily, kept his eyes open and said vaguely: "They are all good. They work in a large company. I don't know what they do." But he didn't want to reveal that his parents worked under the Huo Corporation .

"Really?" That is to say, An Wuyang's family is at least a middle-class family, and it won't be reduced to the point where they can't afford shrimp and can't bear to turn on the air conditioner, let alone have to work part-time to make money at a young age.

The old man who was thinking about this question slowed down his breathing and cleared his head: "How many times does Mom and Dad talk to you in a month?"

"..." An Wuyang was startled.

conversation?His eyeballs slowly turned, and he paid a little attention to Huo Yunchuan's expression. The other party was also looking at him, and he couldn't see any other meaning.

He considered and said, "Why do you want to talk to me? Except for my bad studies, I am pretty good in other aspects."

Huo Yunchuan paused, and asked another way: "Do they care about your life?" Anyway, in the past few days when he took care of An Wuyang, he never saw An Wuyang answering the phone at home, not even one.

Looking at the dazed look of the young boy also explained everything.

The old man held back his evil fire and had nowhere to vent it.

If it was Huo Yunchuan's child who had a one-night stand with someone else and got pregnant in a bar, he would let the child tell him immediately and ask him for help instead of hiding it alone and only asking for help from strangers.

An Wuyang didn't dare to tell his parents. There were only two cruxes. Mr. Huo, the old fried dough stick, knew it well. One was that he was afraid of disappointing his parents, and the other was that he was afraid of causing trouble to his parents.

fart.

My precious son, where is the disappointment and trouble...

Mr. Huo's complexion was not quite right, and the atmosphere around him became dark and cold. An Wuyang, who didn't want to offend him, ate obediently, and he ate whatever the other party picked up.

I was so full that I couldn't eat anymore, so I turned my head and stopped eating.

He glanced at Huo Yunchuan's rice bowl and barely touched it, he just ate it by himself: "I'm full, I want to go to the balcony to digest."

Huo Yunchuan frowned instantly, but what he thought in his heart was that the huge balcony was bare, without even potted flowers and plants, let alone comfortable chairs and decorations.

At the moment, I was thinking in my heart, calling Chen Fang at night, and asked someone to pick some flowers and plants, and tidy up the balcony.

Little did he know that An Wuyang had very low requirements for the balcony, as long as it was clean, tidy, and ventilated, he thought it was very good.

You can also see the scenery of a small half of the city from the glass window, which is very beautiful.

He was fascinated by it, and tried to distinguish the north, south, east and west, and find out the direction to the south of the city, where their family lived.

The twilight of the setting sun cast a layer of halo on the slightly upturned face, making it look tranquil, happy and innocent.

After eating, Huo Yunchuan immediately came out to look for him, plus the previous trip to send him out, he walked back and forth six times within 15 minutes.

"It should be very beautiful here at night, right?" An Wuyang turned back when he heard the footsteps, and the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected in his black eyeballs.

"It's okay..." Huo Yunchuan swallowed, suppressing the madness in his heart: "Go in and take a bath, I'll put bath water for you."

An Wuyang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be right there."

He continued to look at it for a while, then went back to the bedroom to find the pajamas—an old T-shirt and shorts set.

It's what I'm used to at home. The neckline is wide open, and the shorts are so thin that you can see the edge marks of the underwear.

It was precisely because he noticed that this set of 'pajamas' was very thin, Huo Yunchuan chose to turn a blind eye. After all, it was something the other party was familiar with, and it seemed cruel and domineering to deprive him from the very beginning.

"Okay." Filling the bathtub with water, he took a deep look at An Wuyang.

"Thank you, then I'll close the door." After the other party went out, An Wuyang gently closed the door.

The bathroom in Mr. Huo's house is very large. As I said before, there is a floor-to-ceiling square mirror facing the bathtub.

With his back facing the mirror, An Wuyang undressed in an orderly manner.

Huo Yunchuan stood outside the door, listening to the occasional small voices inside, his forehead and back were densely covered with sweat.

A young boy with slender limbs, fair and tight skin, smooth body lines, obedient student head cut, ears and half of forehead exposed, his facial features and forehead are plump, and he can stand up to looking at it from the side.

But not girly, because the eyebrows are boyish, handsome and handsome.

"Have you entered the bathtub yet?" Huo Yunchuan's voice came from outside the door.

Surprised by An Wuyang, he stopped his left foot that was about to step into the bathtub, and replied slowly, "No, I'm just about to go in."

Papa Huo worried: "Be careful."

The father who loves the baby so much is different from the ruthless father in An Wuyang's imagination. He is very relieved, at least he doesn't have to worry that the baby will be loved by others after he leaves...

The warm bath water soaked his body, and the dense mist made An An's blood surge up, and his cheeks, eye sockets, and weak skin quickly turned red.

When he was getting comfortable in the bath, Huo Yunchuan reminded in a deep voice: "It's 10 minutes, get up and get dressed."

"Oh." An Wuyang didn't dare to say that he would soak for a while, he got up and turned on the shower to wash his hair: "Huo Yunchuan, where do you put the hair dryer?"

With a click, the door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and a tall man walked in and took out the hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet: "Stand over here." The voice was hoarse.

An Wuyang stood there wearing a large neckline 'pajamas', letting Huo Yunchuan snort the hair on his head, and it dried in a short while, fluffy and fluffy, it was the smell of shampoo that Huo Yunchuan was familiar with.

Caressing the black hair with his slender fingers, he asked, "Who told you to cut this hairstyle?" He said obediently.

The little angel said: "Myself." Then he raised his head and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Is there any problem?"

"No." The man was condescending, with a faint gaze from his face to the open neckline, filled with an easily detectable smile.

"It's done, thank you." An Wuyang said, raking his hair with his fingers: "I went out to watch TV, so I won't delay your shower."

Huo Yunchuan snorted softly, "I'm not that fast." Then he put away the hair dryer thread and put it back in the cabinet.

He found that An Wuyang had already left on his own, but he didn't want to keep him.

As a young man of the salted fish department, after taking a shower, he was sitting on the sofa watching TV and eating fruit. When he was poking his mouth, he saw that Mr. Huo walked past his eyes and entered the gym.

The non-sports star admires it a bit, but is not interested, and just wants to continue to nest.

"..." Huo Yunchuan has developed the habit of exercising since he was in high school, spending an hour in the gym every day.

Leaving aside his face and status, his good figure alone attracted wave after wave of crazy bees and butterflies for him when he was a student. The number of men and women who recommended themselves as pillow mats can be said to be able to circle the city of Beijing without exaggeration. lap.

If it weren't for that insane pickiness, Huo Yunchuan, who is over thirty years old, is not difficult to imagine that he is also an experienced flower picker who has seen countless people. After all, he is not without physical desire, but he just can't find a suitable partner.

So the little one kept playing with the quietness of the little one, and the big one crazily pushed the iron and pulled hard, venting the serious excess energy——

The author has something to say:

Cruel and domineering Mr. Huo: Don't talk about it, ironing makes me happy,