Marry a Rich Old Man

In An Wuyang's impression, Mr. Huo has always presented a stern, rigorous, rational and powerful image.

He never thought that one day he would hear words similar to 'picking a lock' from Mr. Huo's mouth.

In addition to being surprised, it seems more certain that Mr. Huo cares about the baby very much.

For the sake of the baby, the other party even lost his usual calmness, and instead looked more like a silly father.

"But it doesn't work." An Wuyang thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "This method is too dangerous, and I don't agree with it."

He believes that if the matter is brought to light, it will cause irreversible damage to Mr. Huo's reputation.

Moreover, An Wuyang felt that there were many ways to obtain the household registration book, and it was not necessarily necessary to steal it.

Huo Yunchuan explained to him: "We will not go up until your parents go to work, so there will be no danger."

An Wuyang blinked, it seemed that Mr. Huo was really in a hurry.

He lowered his head and thought about it silently, making the time seem very long: "Why don't I do it this way, and I will too. At this time, I will tell my mother to move out the household registration, and she should agree."

Huo Yunchuan immediately thought that An Wuyang could indeed transfer his household registration to the school: "No." He said with a suppressed voice, "Just transfer your household registration to my house, that's fine."

However, the little angel still has to lie to the family.

"Yeah." An Wuyang is not stupid, he also thought of a satisfactory explanation, so he said with a sigh of relief: "Then it's settled, and I will call my mother tomorrow."

At that time, move the household registration to Mr. Huo's house, and wait until the baby's household registration is settled, and then move out again.

The plan seemed perfect.

After the two of them talked face to face, dinner came.

"Mr. Huo, hurry up and eat." An Wuyang felt sorry for Mr. Huo who hadn't eaten dinner, and had been waiting outside.

He picked up a pair of serving chopsticks and served Huo Yunchuan food for the first time.

Although it was An Wuyang's least favorite vegetable, Mr. Huo still swallowed his dry Adam's apple, feeling an unprecedented honor.

"Thank you." He ate slowly.

Mr. Huo felt that this vegetable was cooked just right, it was crispy and sweet, tender and juicy.

An Wuyang understood early on that he felt very at ease in front of Mr. Huo, and usually didn't care too much about details.

So he finished picking up the green vegetables, and then went on to pick up a piece of meat, and said with a smile, "This looks delicious too. Would you like to taste it first?"

When Mr. Huo said he was not tired, An Wuyang picked a piece for himself and happily ate it.

Huo Yunchuan looked at him from the opposite side, his deep eyes flickered on and off, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

At this time, Huo Yunchuan's father sent a text message of greeting: "Yunchuan, tomorrow Saturday, you go home and have dinner with your grandfather, he said he hasn't seen you for a few days."

Huo Yunchuan frowned when he saw the text message.

He replied, "Okay."

Huo Yunchuan has been focusing on dealing with safety matters these days. If his father hadn't sent a message suddenly, he would have forgotten that he hadn't been home for a long time.

"Tomorrow at noon, I'll go home and have a meal." After paying the money, he returned to the car with An Wuyang, he said.

An Wuyang was stunned for a while, then replied, "Okay, is this your parents' house?"

Huo Yunchuan nodded: "It's my parents' house." Then he confessed: "I'll be back in the afternoon, but I'm not sure. I'll let you know when I'm sure about the situation."

An Wuyang said briskly, "Okay."

He found that he was not as resistant to Mr. Huo going out as before, probably because he had a sense of belonging to the house after staying for a few nights.

When Huo Yunchuan heard this refreshing voice, he couldn't help but look sideways.

He still prefers An Wuyang to rely more on himself.

"Call me if you need anything." Huo Yunchuan said.

"No, what can I do at home?" An Wuyang smiled: "You can rest assured to accompany your loved ones for dinner, I will not disturb you."

Huo Yunchuan put his fingers on the steering wheel, pressed the leather, and said in a deep voice: "You can call me if you have nothing to do, I want to know about your situation."

An Wuyang thought that Mr. Huo loved the baby so much, so he nodded in understanding: "Okay."

At ten o'clock the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside the window.

Huo Yunchuan accompanied An Wuyang after breakfast at home, and deliberately put on one of the shirts that the other party had ironed for him.

I still remember this dress, he hasn't worn it for more than half a year.

In other words, this is an outdated old model of a certain brand.

"Goodbye." The serious man changed his shoes at the entrance, then turned to look at the little angel behind him.

"Well." The other party immediately showed him a comfortable smile, then hesitated to speak, and finally waved his hand and said, "Goodbye."

What President Huo saw was a little boy who wanted to ask for a hug, but didn't dare to ask for one.

Ann, Xiaoguaiguai, Wuhai, clearly remembered that he had mentioned the farewell hug to Mr. Huo last time, and the other party agreed wholeheartedly.

Maybe he forgot it, then I must remind him next time.

When An Wuyang was thinking about it, an embrace with a faint scent of men's perfume wrapped him tightly.

"Eh..." The little boy was surprised for a moment, and bared his canine teeth for a moment of joy.

Mr. Huo is really a magic lamp, he thought to himself.

This time, Mr. Huo not only hugged him, but also hooked his hand...

After holding it for a long time, he let go: "Eat lunch by yourself, eat more as usual, if you vomit, eat less and more, don't worry." The voice told him calmly.

An Wuyang hurriedly nodded: "Okay."

He didn't dislike Mr. Huo's voice as cold as iron, because this man's palms and chest were hot.

"Goodbye." Mr. Huo kissed the little angel's forehead in broad daylight, then turned around and went out cleanly.

"..." An Wuyang rubbed his forehead stupidly, and murmured after deliberation: "Could it be that Mr. Huo regards me as his own child?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. In fact, when he faced Mr. Huo, he also felt the love similar to that of an elder.

It must be that after getting acquainted with each other, the other party finally figured out that he is not a suitable match for him.

Taking advantage of today's Saturday, parents should not go to work.

An Wuyang called Ding Wei, and he said straight to the point: "Mom, are you home? I want to go home and get a household registration book."

Ding Wei: "What's the matter? Do you need it when school starts?" She vaguely remembered when the eldest daughter went to school, and she also took it.

An Wuyang said: "Yes, we need to use it when we start school." And: "Or I can just move out and get a household registration book, anyway, sooner or later it will be distributed."

Ding Wei thought about it, but she didn't object: "Okay, you've grown up too, it's the same in the morning and evening." Anyway, although their family is a native of the suburbs of Beijing, they didn't pay dividends, and they didn't demolish them.

Those things that fall from the sky, don't even think about them in this life.

"Okay, then I'll go back and get it later." An Wuyang paused and asked, "Where's my sister? Have you gone to the airport?"

Ding Wei said: "Go, your dad sent it in the morning."

After asking about my sister's situation, it seemed that there was nothing to say, so An Wuyang said goodbye to his mother.

"All right, are you going out?" Aunt Zhang asked nervously, "Have you told Mr. Huo? Does he allow you to go out alone?"

An Wuyang nodded and said, "He knows I'm going out, Aunt Zhang doesn't have to worry."

Then An Wuyang went out smoothly, anyway, it was impossible for Aunt Zhang to call Mr. Huo for verification.

He thought to himself that taking a car to and from his home was as easy as eating and drinking.

Not to mention that the baby is only less than two months old now, even if the baby is four or five months... um... four or five months old, he would not dare to go out secretly, he would be beaten to death.

An Wuyang, full of consciousness, took a taxi to the downstairs of the house, and went up to get the household registration book smoothly.

He carefully put the household registration book into his backpack, and said to Ding Wei, "Then I'll get it back after I'm done using it."

Seeing that he was leaving, Ding Wei asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to eat?"

An Wuyang said: "It's still early, I want to hurry up and consult."

Ding Wei didn't doubt that he was there, and it took a while before An Wuyang left before she remembered: "Isn't today Saturday?"

Many departments do nothing.

But there seems to be nothing wrong with asking.

An Wuyang sat in the car on the way back with his precious household registration book in his pocket, his heart was beating wildly for some reason.

He felt that it should be because he had done something out of line.

But it's not right to think about it. The most outrageous thing I have done in my life is probably pregnant with Mr. Huo's baby...

—Mr. Huo, I got the household registration booklet, take a look [Photo]

The young boy's white fingers held a brown-red book, which made the fingers look slender and beautiful.

Huo Yunchuan was sitting in the teahouse of Huo's family, making tea for his grandfather at his grandfather's request.

"Your cell phone is ringing." Mr. Huo said.

He sat across from him, admiring his elder grandson's skill in making tea with relish: "Okay, it's smooth and smooth." It can be seen that he played with tea sets a lot.

"Please." Huo Yunchuan said.

The serious man pours tea for his grandfather, watching him pick it up and concentrate on tasting it before distracting himself from the phone on the table.

He quietly opened the screen lock with his fingerprint, clicked on the interface and glanced at the content.

The first thing that catches the eye is the white and maroon colors, and then the black and positive font.

With a bang, the tea set fell from the table, and the big movement disturbed Mr. Huo who was drinking tea: "Yunchuan, what's wrong?"

Huo Yunchuan said: "It's okay, something fell, I will pick it up."

When he got down, he put down his cell phone and knelt on one knee under the table to reply the message: "You're safe, are you going out?"

Seeing his full name, An Wuyang couldn't help shivering, shaking his fingers and replying, "Mmm."

— Uh shit!Who allowed you to go out secretly?

Huo Yunchuan was so angry that his heart, liver and lungs were about to explode. If it wasn't for his grandfather, he would have called and yelled at An Wuyang right now.

—Oh, I'm home, let's talk when you come back.

An Wuyang regretted it deeply, he should have lied to Mr. Huo and said that it was sent by his mother.

—You seem to be pissing me off.

Huo Yunchuan typed this sentence.

Holding the phone, An Wuyang replied with a tense face: "Then I'll go back now."

When Huo Yunchuan received the reply, his complexion was a little darker than before: "No!"

There was no reply.

"Yun Chuan? Did you find it?" Mr. Huo knocked on the table, feeling that the eldest grandson squatted down for too long.

"I found it." Huo Yunchuan restrained his irritability, put the tea set back on the table and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

He went out like a gust of wind with his mobile phone, went up to the third floor to find a room where no one was disturbing him, and locked the door behind him: "Are you safe?"

He yelled when the phone was connected.

"..." When An Wuyang heard him calling his full name, he instinctively resisted, showing that he didn't want to speak.

"Hello? Did you hear me?" Huo Yunchuan said hello.

"Well, I'm not very happy right now, let's talk about it when you come back." An Wuyang spoke in a steady tone, and then chose to hang up the phone.

"..." Huo Yunchuan found that his phone was hung up, and immediately kicked the wall angrily.

Call again, get through again, but get hung up again.

For the third call, An Wuyang had already hung up twice before, so he was a bit afraid to hang up for the third time.

He felt that Mr. Huo was not someone to mess with. If he was really angry, he might really beat himself to death.

That would be miserable.

An Wuyang felt that this call was a fatal call and he should answer it.

But the taxi driver master suddenly said: "Little handsome guy, we're here."

Which one is more important, the driver or Mr. Huo, the young man thought to himself, of course the working time of the driver should not be delayed.

"Okay, how much is it?" He put down his phone, found his wallet and paid.

The two slowly completed the legitimate transaction, and chatted a few words during the process, talking about the annoying weather in Beijing.

It was a little hotter than the previous day.

Finally, when An Wuyang got out of the car, the cell phone in his pocket rang persistently.

An Wuyang took it out to pick it up, and said weakly: "Mr. Huo?"

Huo Yunchuan finally heard the voice of the lifeblood, and finally let go of his flustered heart.

"It's me." He took a breath, and directly used the softest tone in his life: "Don't hang up, we have something to talk about."

The little angel, whose temper was over, hummed with a nasal voice: "Okay."

Hearing this sound, Huo Yunchuan secretly rubbed the knee that hurt from kneeling just now, and felt that everything on his body was sore and sore: "It's good that I got the household registration book, I'm very happy."

His irritability and hostility were suppressed in his heart.

Those who are close to Huo Yunchuan know best that Huo Yunchuan is a thorn in the side when he is cornered, and no one can surrender.

"Oh," An Wuyang rubbed his eyes and said, "Then let me say sorry to you, and I will tell you when I go out in the future."

He felt that he was wrong in this matter, so after thinking about it, it would be more appropriate to apologize.

"En." Huo Yunchuan said happily.

At present, the only one who can lower him is actually a little more, and the other is a two-month-old fetus.

They are all pitifully small.