Marry a Rich Old Man

The unexpected answer can be said to be very suffocating.

Huo Yunchuan's face was dark at this time, which would easily misunderstand An Wuyang. Is it because Mr. Huo was upset because he asked for something?

He couldn't help muttering in his heart, it's just a pair of pajama pants, so it's better not to.

"If you like it, I'll ask Chen Fang to buy it for you in the afternoon." Huo Yunchuan pretended to be nonchalant, and immediately called Secretary Chen, giving him extremely detailed instructions.

Including the potted plants on the balcony, the book that was safe and sound, and the damn pants.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Chen Fang drove a pickup truck and came downstairs to the boss.

Take a box of books and clothes up first, and then move on to potted plants.

For the convenience of transportation, the flower pots and green plants are not in the same place, and they need to be moved up and potted by themselves.

At this time, An Wuyang had already woken up for a long time. He heard the movement on the balcony, and quickly came out to help... to loosen the soil.

Huo Yunchuan held a flowerpot weighing twenty catties in each hand, and seeing that An Wuyang was there, he couldn't bear to tell him not to get in the way.

So he could only bypass him and continue to move things.

Chen Fang brought up a large green plant: "Mr. Huo, where is this monstera?" He asked out of breath, and was surprised to find that it was not Mr. Huo who was squatting on the balcony, but a tender-faced A handsome young man.

Huo Yunchuan stood on the other side of the balcony, turned around and said to his subordinates, "That tree is in the living room."

With a shovel in his hand, An Wuyang was concentrating on shoveling the soil and planting a budded geranium.

He suddenly found an uncle in a suit and leather shoes looking at him, who seemed to be Secretary Chen Fang that Mr. Huo was talking about.

"Hello." An Wuyang greeted with a smile on his face: "Brother Chen, thank you for your hard work."

In this way, Chen Fang could see his face clearly, and was very surprised: "Hello." Could this be the boss's relative?Chen Fang thought so, curious and respectful at the same time.

After An Wuyang said hello, he lowered his head and continued shoveling.

The flowering period of geranium is from May to July. Judging by the growth of this flower, it will definitely bloom in these few days.

After he planted it, he took out the watering can and sprinkled a little water on the flowers.

The three of them "worked together" for a total of one hour, and finally cleaned up the balcony beautifully, and it is expected that it will be full of flowers in the near future.

"Mr. Huo, then I'll go back first." Chen Fang bid farewell.

"Well, let's go." Huo Yunchuan didn't have time to turn around to say goodbye to the secretary, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he was washing An Wuyang's muddy hands.

Chen Fang was dumbfounded and thought, looking at a person who is not short anymore, but still doting on him like this, could it be the boss's younger brother?

However, I have never heard that the president has such a young brother.

An Wuyang washed his hands and found a towel to dry them.

He was thinking about the books he bought this afternoon, and he opened the box with a knife to organize them.

"Encyclopedia of Dessert Tasting", "Cake Bible", "Kneading Dough", etc., are in such a large box that it can be seen for a long time by visual inspection.

An Wuyang opened a book, followed the contents, and began to think about the things he needed to buy.

"Alas." He suddenly sighed, and once he entered the roasting, it was as deep as the sea, and the senior really didn't just talk nonsense.

In Huo Yunchuan's bedroom, there is a wall full of bookshelves; the books here are completely different from the books in Mr. Huo's company, and none of them are of interest to him.

Of course, because these are the books brought back from Huo Yunchuan's office.

Huo Yunchuan sorted out a small place and put his precious baking book for An Wuyang.

Suddenly, the safe cell phone rang. This is a rare situation, and someone actually called him.

An Wuyang picked up the phone and found that it was his younger brother calling, he answered, "Hello, little brother?"

An Wuji's voice came from over there: "Brother, my sister is going to the United States the day after tomorrow. Mom wants you to go home tomorrow afternoon."

An Wuyang: "Ah." It seems so, it's almost September now.

An Wuji: "My mother said to go to the restaurant to eat, and to eat the Thai food that my sister has always wanted to eat."

"Ah?" An Wuyang said again, thinking of the national dish, doesn't it have a strong smell of curry?

This doesn't seem to work well, I must vomit when I smell it.

He considered the possibility of changing his mother's decision, and unfortunately found that it was about zero, which was embarrassing.

The younger brother said: "That's the deal, remember to come back early."

An Wuyang replied dryly with the word 'yes', the depression on his face was obvious.

Huo Yunchuan helped him put away the books, and asked, "Whose phone number?"

An Wuyang said, "My brother."

The old man frowned, and asked calmly, "What did you say?"

Like pouring beans, the little angel explained the whole story, and said with a wrinkled fair face: "What kind of Thai food is it? Does it have a strong curry flavor?"

When he was studying, he ate curry fish balls worth five yuan a bunch, and the taste was quite unpleasant.

Huo Yunchuan replied: "Almost, it's not suitable for you."

"Then what should we do?" An Wuyang said, "I must attend."

If he didn't go, his sister would definitely have an opinion, and my mother's violent temper would also explode.

According to An Wuyang's reaction, Huo Yunchuan thought about An Wuyang's family situation again, and he was not very happy: "It's actually not difficult, just change to another place to eat." He said, took out his mobile phone and found Lafayette The manager of the castle hotel booked a luxurious private room.

If there is a free luxury dinner to eat, will the safe and sound family refuse?

The answer is just to try.

An Wuyang glanced at Huo Yunchuan with an extremely complicated expression, feeling a little guilty and moved: "Then I'll call them and tell them, and thank you."

Huo Yunchuan said lightly: "Our baby is about to be born, do you still want to thank me?"

An Wuyang rubbed his belly silently, it's only been two months, why is he about to be born?

Mr. Huo's narrative accuracy is really unreliable, he thought.

"Hello?" Mom's phone was connected, and An Wuyang said nervously, "Mom, have you eaten yet?"

Ding Wei said: "Ready to eat, what's the matter?" The third child just called the second child just now, and now the second child called back, which made her very puzzled.

"It's like this. My classmate's father heard about going out for dinner tomorrow night, and he gave me a luxury private room for six people. The location is not far away, at the Chateau Lafayette Hotel." An Wuyang looked at Huo Yun Chuan finished his explanation in one breath.

"What hotel are you talking about?" Ding Wei asked in surprise.

An Wuyang repeated: "Lafayette Chateau Hotel."

"Is this...real or fake?" Ding Wei asked again full of doubts.

She knew that there was such a hotel in the capital, but the consumption level was not generally high, and it was a luxurious private room, at least it was worth a few thousand dollars less.

No matter how rich An Wuyang's classmate's family is, he can't just give away thousands of dollars, right?

An Wuyang hurriedly said: "It's true, if you don't believe me, you can call the hotel and say that Mr. Huo booked the room."

Ding Wei thinks about it too, the second child is not the kind of kid who can lie: "Okay, then it's settled, you remember to thank him well."

An Wuyang: "Yeah, I know."

Ding Wei said again: "Are you going home with us, or going directly to the hotel entrance?"

An Wuyang immediately said, "I'll wait for you at the hotel entrance."

After he finished speaking, he was dumbfounded, because he seemed to be homesick a few days ago.

Now I have gotten used to the life in my new home so quickly, and I even feel that the new home is good everywhere, and Mr. Huo is also very good.

"Oh..." An Wuyang rubbed his indifferent handsome face, a little stimulated by his own frivolity.

Poor old parents, he thought.

After An Wuyang finished his dinner, he dug out his old clothes and prepared to iron them with an iron, and wear them when he went to the banquet tomorrow night.

Huo Yunchuan watched from the side, very speechless, he thought that the suit was safe and had already been thrown away.

It was the first time for An Wuyang to use an iron. At the beginning, he was in such a hurry that he almost made a hole in his pants.

After he used it smoothly, he thought the iron was quite fun: "Mr. Huo, do you have any clothes that need to be ironed? I'll iron them for you."

Huo Yunchuan had a serious and serious face, he seemed to be reading a book, but he was secretly observing the little angel's every move through the spine of the book.

He knew very well that An Wuyang's ironing skills needed to be improved, and he strongly didn't want to buy those tens of thousands of shirts.

Yet the little angel's eyes were full of expectation.

"I'll look for it." Papa Huo put down his book and said, walked to the closet and opened the door to find out the cheapest and oldest clothes inside.

Give it to An Wusheng.

So An Wuyang ironed his clothes all night, and then took a shower and went to bed when he was sleepy.

He vaguely sensed that there was someone beside him, and knew that this person must be Mr. Huo, so he suppressed his drowsiness and confessed clearly: "I ironed all the clothes, you can choose one to wear out tomorrow..."

After saying this, he fell asleep with his head tilted again.

Huo Yunchuan's heart melted, and a young bachelor was not willing to look away at all.

He just wanted to keep hugging and watching, and from time to time he lowered his head and kissed the little angel's forehead, and rubbed the little angel's nose...

"..." Finally, with a shy face, he kissed the little angel's mouth.

Huo Yunchuan felt an urge to ask for more, and even hoped that the other party would respond enthusiastically to him like a lover.

But he knew that he was safe and sound, and it was impossible to give him a lover's response.

Huo Yunchuan thought about this, his thumb brushed across An Wuyang's lips, his eyes were dark for a while, and fiery for a while.

An Wuyang felt a little nervous in his sleep, feeling a little cold.

His instinct made him rub against Mr. Huo's arms, grabbing the heat source that made him comfortable.

An Wuyang had a good dream that night, but the strange thing is that he forgot the content of those dreams when he woke up in the morning.

He only remembers being very happy and feeling warm all over his body.

"Hmm..." The adolescent boy was halfway through his recollection, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He reached out and touched his pants, which were wet.

The word 'nocturnal emission' appeared in An Wuyang's mind, and he immediately got up and changed his pants.

"What's wrong?" Huo Yunchuan stood up and asked.

The mature man's lazy and hoarse voice made An Wuyang feel uncomfortable.

"Morning, Mr. Huo, I'm going to the bathroom." He immediately lied and ran away.

Huo Yunchuan knew that something was wrong with the boy, but he didn't think much about it.

Not long after, he saw freshly laundered trousers hanging on the balcony... his old face froze.

"cough……"

An Wuyang felt that the atmosphere of eating in the morning was weird, and it was also weird at noon, as if someone had been peeping at him with weird eyes.

But maybe it's just an illusion, he thought.