Marry a Rich Old Man

The two catties of braised pork ribs that Aunt Zhang made today are for Mr. Huo; unfortunately, the other party left without prior notice.

So An Wuyang became the main force to eliminate this plate of braised pork ribs.

The habit of their family is not to eat leftovers, but it would be a pity to throw away such good ribs.

Fortunately, the pork ribs are very fragrant and not greasy.

An Wuyang put on disposable gloves and gnawed slowly with a focused expression.

"Come on, Auntie will pour you a cup of scented tea. Take a sip when you're tired of eating." Auntie Zhang said with a smile, and poured a cup for Huo Yunchuan by the way: "Mr. Huo, you drink too."

"Thank you." The two said together.

One voice was clear and the other voice was deep.

"Ah, I'm full." An Wuyang ate for more than half an hour, and finally left a third of the two catties of braised pork ribs, and he really couldn't eat anymore.

But he still felt it was a pity: "The braised pork ribs made by Aunt Zhang today are so delicious, it's a pity to throw them away."

It would be great if you could apply to put it in the refrigerator to eat at night.

"You don't have to throw it away." Huo Yunchuan felt that for the sake of the little angel, he could also eat leftovers once: "Aunt Zhang, help me get a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"Ok."

In just a few seconds, An Wuyang was surprised and disillusioned for a while, and his expression became dumbfounded: "..."

President Huo, who didn't have enough to eat at his parents' house just now, ate a bowl of rice in a good mood under the watchful eyes of the little angel.

"..." Huo Yunchuan found that the other party was still watching, and the corner of his mouth hooked uncontrollably: "What's the matter with the stomachache today? Are you completely healed now?"

As he asked, he gracefully took a sip of scented tea.

The deep side profile is perfect.

An Wuyang was awakened by the sound, so he took the ribs out of his mind: "It seems that I ate too much in the morning, but I just swelled a little, but it doesn't hurt."

He touched his protruding belly: "It's all right now."

Huo Yunchuan's gaze followed that white hand to An Wuhai's belly.

He also noticed the slightly raised arc, and suddenly felt his fingers itchy, so he had no choice but to hold it on his leg: "Drink some water, and then you should take a nap..."

Good baby Ann: "Okay, I'll go to the balcony to see if the buds are blooming."

He carefully left the chair, walked to the balcony with his indoor slippers, and squatted down to find a watering can.

The green dills have absorbed enough water, and they are not as listless as when they just came back.

The budded geraniums looked like they were about to bloom. An Wuyang sprayed them with a thin layer of water mist, and the tender buds looked particularly beautiful.

At the same time, Mr. Huo, who was about to take a nap, suddenly heard a notification from his mobile phone that he had received a message.

He opened it casually, and found that the sender was Huo Yunchuan, and it was a color picture.

Mr. Huo's heart tightened, he opened the drawer to find out the reading glasses, put them on, and looked at the phone against the light.

The first thing that catches the eye is a cluster of flowers, followed by a young boy's side face, smiling peacefully next to the flowers.

"..." Mr. Huo's old heart trembled tremblingly.

He felt that this child was always close to each other, and even without Huo Yunchuan in the middle, he would definitely like it.

Mr. Huo took a good look at it for a moment, but his expression was displeased.

Holding his mobile phone, he murmured, "Really, you didn't let me see you, and you sent photos to whet my appetite..."

Every time after An Wuyang fell asleep, Huo Yunchuan would caress his stomach, his head, and his face generously.

After such a noon, it is impossible to sleep.

The quality of sleep was super good, and he slept soundly like a pig. Of course, he didn't know that Mr. Huo took advantage of him at noon every day.

When he was not pregnant, he could sleep on his stomach at school at noon.

It's even worse now, I always feel afraid that I won't wake up when I close my eyes.

"Yawn..." An Wuyang yawned after waking up, raking his messy hair.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Mr. Huo right next to him, with washboard-like muscles forming one by one, just looking at it made him feel uncomfortable.

Of course, An Wuyang didn't have the guts to touch those muscles, he could only think about the feeling in his heart.

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, then found a few books from the bookshelf, and quietly walked to the living room to read.

Safe and sound Learning to bake is both a hobby and an investment in the craft.

Since he knows that he is not suitable for studying, he will definitely not be able to rely on his diploma to make a living in the future.

If you learn how to bake well, it will be different, and your ideals will be bigger, and you can even open your own shop in the future.

At four or five o'clock, Aunt Zhang came, and today she still boiled nourishing old hen soup, and she was bound to feed An Wuyang fat.

Then she was surprised, and wiped her hands and said, "It's already time, Mr. Huo hasn't woken up yet?"

An Wuyang raised his head from the book, saw that it was five o'clock, so he put down the book and said, "I'll go in and call him."

The thick curtains were pulled up, resulting in a very dark room, and the temperature was cool.

An Wuyang usually sleeps with a quilt tightly covered, but Mr. Huo doesn't use it.

The other party is used to being naked from the upper body, wearing only a pair of pajama pants.

An Wuyang turned on the desk lamp, approached the sleeping Mr. Huo, bent down and shouted, "Mr. Huo, wake up."

At the same time, he felt very strange, Mr. Huo's body was sweating even though the room was very air-conditioned...

The man caught by the nightmare was dreaming that he was hanging out with someone on the bed, Chipin.

Then a soft voice came into the eardrums, and in Huo Yunchuan's mind, that young and childish face smiled for a while: "Mr. Huo?" and cried for a while: "Dad..."

"Ah..." Huo Yunchuan woke up with a start, dripping with sweat.

What was even more frightening was that a face that made him cry in his dreams appeared in front of his eyes: "Mr. Huo, what's wrong with you?"

It overlaps with the smiling picture of the other party in the dream!

Huo Yunchuan was in a daze, and it was difficult for him to distinguish between dreams and reality.

He raised his forearm to cover his forehead, his eyelids pressed tightly against his malicious intentions, and said in a deep voice, "Well, it's nothing, I had a nightmare."

An Wuyang was surprised, and then smiled: "Mr. Huo also has nightmares?"

He was very surprised, he really couldn't see it.

"Is it surprising?" Huo Yunchuan was in a state of confusion, and his emotions hadn't come out of the dream: "I'm sweating, I'm going to take a bath first."

He said that he never took a good look at An Wusheng.

"Okay..." An Wuyang sensitively and delicately noticed that Mr. Huo's attitude towards him was suddenly a little indifferent.

But he didn't think too much, and he was very considerate of the other party's nightmare just now.

Maybe it was because the dream was so scary that Mr. Huo was frightened.

An Wuyang's unreliable thought made himself laugh.

Huo Yunchuan walked into the bathroom, immediately turned on the cold water and washed himself from head to toe, then took off his pajama pants in a trance, and wiped his face vigorously.

"..."

He recalled the dream he had just now, and his heart was broken.

Because the content of the dream is unsightly and difficult to speak.

Huo Yunchuan didn't know until he was over thirty that he was actually such a perverted and hungry person.

Not only is it okay to dream of having sex in the normal direction, but also...

"Jiang Shaofei, you killed me..." Huo Yunchuan murmured.

He stayed in the bathroom for half an hour. He was absolutely sure that he was calm now, and he didn't have any dirty thoughts in his heart, so he stepped out of the threshold.

An Wuyang disliked the oily old hen soup the most, but Aunt Zhang brought him a bowl full of it.

When he was worrying, Huo Yunchuan walked in front of him.

"Mr. Huo!" An Wuyang looked at Huo Yunchuan anxiously and said, "I want to vomit."

Huo Yunchuan glanced at his obedient face, then at the soup in front of him, and said lightly: "Drink."

An Wuyang was speechless, watching helplessly Mr. Huo, who had always been very nervous, walked past him.

Very good, the other party seems to have changed his mind and doesn't care about himself anymore.

In other words, the old hen soup must be drunk.

"..." An Wuyang pinched his nose, and fed himself the moderately warm soup one mouthful at a time.

He really wanted to create a feeling of throwing up, but he was very upset. He didn't vomit when he wanted to vomit, and always vomited when he didn't want to.

"Have you finished drinking Wuyang? It's great." Aunt Zhang praised, and then looked at the male protagonist who came out of the bedroom: "Mr. Huo, let's have a bowl too. Today's soup is not greasy. You see, Wuyou drank well land."

I didn't vomit yet.

"En." Huo Yunchuan picked a place a little far away from An Wuyang, his face was icy.

An Wuyang glanced at him, but didn't speak.

After a while, Aunt Zhang served their meals and went home.

An Wuyang picked up the small spoon and fed himself quietly.

Then I went for a walk on the balcony, looked at the flowers and plants, watched the sunset, and then came back to take a shower, read a book and sleep.

"..." Mr. Huo, who was alone in the gym, sat on the ground covered in sweat, looking a little skeptical about life.

At eleven o'clock, he thought An Wuyang had fallen asleep, but when he carefully returned to the bed, he found that the other party moved to the side as if hiding from him...

"What's the matter with you?" Huo Yunchuan asked knowingly, his heart was twisted into a ball.

An Wuyang hid under the quilt and did not speak, but there was a slight movement.

Huo Yunchuan listened carefully, and his whole face suddenly panicked and astonished.

He stood up, stretched his arms into the bed to dig out An Wuyang, and then touched the water mark on his hand: "..."

An Wuyang rolled his face on the pillow, and quickly said, "My eyes hurt, it hurts so much."

His voice has become like this, and he still wants to deceive people.

"..." Huo Yunchuan realized that An Wuyang was indeed crying, and he was dumbfounded, as if he had been stabbed eighteen times, not only in pain, but also dizzy due to lack of blood.

Turn around.

As soon as An Wuyang heard his own voice, he knew that he had exposed his secrets, and that he was ashamed and thrown at his grandma's house.

He lifted the quilt from the side and got out of bed, put on his slippers and wanted to go...

Huo Yunchuan stretched out his arms, pulled him back, and wrapped him tightly in his arms: "Where are you going?" By the way, he turned on the bedside lamp, and when he turned on the light, he was stunned.

The little angel's eyes were red, and his expression was terrified: "No, no, no where..."

Huo Yunchuan saw that An Wuyang was frightened like this, so he knew that he hadn't restrained himself well, his fierceness leaked out, which was more terrifying than his usual expressionless face.

He hurriedly suppressed the hostility that had seldom appeared, and put on the stern look familiar to the other party: "Don't be afraid, I didn't mean to hurt you..."

An Wuyang struggled and said, "Then, let me go, I really want to go to the bathroom."

But Huo Yunchuan knew from his guilty eyes that he didn't want to go to the bathroom at the moment, but just wanted to escape.

It seems that you already know something.

As the older party, Huo Yunchuan's eyes were full of struggles, but his fingers had unconsciously rubbed the back of the other's neck, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Why did you cry just now?"

An Wuyang tightened his neck, shook his head and said, "My eyes hurt."

He resolutely refused to admit that he was crying, it was so embarrassing.

Huo Yunchuan pressed his forehead, making him look at himself: "Is it because I ignored you? Huh? You feel wronged? Why?"

An Wuyang's little emotion had already passed away, but when he heard Huo Yunchuan bring it up again, the unspeakable discomfort immediately surrounded him.

An Wuyang just discovered that he actually cared about Mr. Huo's attitude.

He only hoped that Mr. Huo would be gentle and considerate to him, and be very patient. If not, he would feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Huo, please let me go, you have already caused me trouble." An Wuyang said coldly.

He usually looked at Huo Yunchuan with warm eyes, but now it is gone.

Being looked at by An Wuyang with such eyes, Huo Yunchuan felt suffocated.

This was not the result he wanted.

"Don't you want to find out why I did this to you?" Huo Yunchuan said, "Do you not want to know, or dare not know?"

An Wuyang, who really didn't know anything, shook his face and said, "I'm not interested in knowing."

He is very stubborn, he will not be soft if he says he is not soft, he will not be sticky if he says he is not sticky, he looks like he can pack up and leave immediately.

However, An Wuyang really thought so.

He planned to pack up his things and go home if he angered this vicious man.

Then, in a fit of anger, he actually announced this sentence as if it were armor.

"Are you getting impatient? If you're impatient to take care of me, I'll go back to my house." An Wuyang said, "I don't want you to spend money, and I don't need you to waste time with me every day..."

He thought about it well, but when he said it, he was so uncomfortable that he cried.

Huo Yunchuan pinched An Wuyang's chin, blocked his chattering mouth, never thought of letting go, indulged himself for 10 minutes...

The safe and sound world was thrown into a mess, and I immediately forgot to cry and feel uncomfortable.

He felt that he was not his own, and the other party wanted to take him away, breath, strength, everything...

The old man who had been hanged, tasted a bit of fishy smell, and it was like an old house on fire, and it was out of control.

Huo Yunchuan spent some effort, and finally put the beast in his heart that was clamoring to drink blood and eat meat back into the cage of reason.

At this time, An Wuyang was completely dumbfounded.

After a series of bullying, he is now a pitiful mess, with swollen eyes and red nose, not to mention the hardest hit area.

He used his eyes to accuse the man who made himself stutter: "How can you do this, how can you do this..."

Isn't this a livestock!

The man who had just released a handful of demons in his heart looked at him with broken eyes: "This is what I really think about you."

"..." An Wuyang glared.

After all, he had fantasized about the pure relationship between two people.

"Think about it for yourself." Huo Yunchuan raised his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and looked like a felon waiting to be sentenced: "Would you like to continue to register for marriage with me?"