Marry a Rich Old Man

"This is how I really think about you" was spinning in An Wuyang's head, that is to say, from the first meeting to the present, the other party's thinking about him has never changed.

All with the purpose of going to bed...

This fact is a bit of a surprise.

An Wuyang has been feeling powerless about family life since she was a child, as if she couldn't do anything right.

When he grew up, he didn't think about who he wanted to keep close to.

Because it is too difficult to satisfy others, it is better to live alone.

"If I say no, will you let me go home?" An Wuyang whispered.

"Have you figured it out?" Huo Yunchuan knelt in front of him, in fact, his limbs were still touching.

If it weren't for An Wuyang's big heart, he should have discovered that the interaction between them has exceeded the scope of ordinary relationships.

By the way, we ate together, slept together, and hugged each other from time to time.

Thinking back on these, An Wuyang's face turned pitifully pale.

He felt that going home was not a very good choice, as school was about to start, and he couldn't find a reason to lie to his parents that he would take a two-year break from school.

Huo Yunchuan frowned: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will treat you badly?"

He went on to say: "You worry too much, I will treat you very well."

An Wuyang pursed his lips and did not reply.

Because he still doesn't know what Mr. Huo is thinking?

An Wuyang was like a clam shell, keeping his mouth shut and not speaking.

Huo Yunchuan felt a little irritable.

He felt unprecedented frustration, which was more difficult than managing the entire Huo family.

He didn't dare to mention the matter of going home, because he was afraid that it would stir up a certain nerve in An Wu's health.

He could only ask, "Do you hate me?"

An Wuyang shook his head.

Huo Yunchuan breathed a sigh of relief, at least the little angel doesn't hate himself.

He continued: "Then why can't you accept that I like you?"

The guilty President Huo paused at this point, and clarified with embarrassment: "I don't have any special hobbies, so you don't have to worry about me being a pervert."

An Wuyang raised his surprised eyes: "What did you say?"

Huo Yunchuan repeated patiently: "I don't have any special hobbies, so you don't have to worry about me being a pervert."

An Wuyang shook his head: "Not this sentence, but another sentence."

Huo Yunchuan recalled the content of his last sentence, and then glanced at An Wuyang with fiery eyes: "Why can't I accept that I like you?"

When he saw that the tips of An Wuyang's ears were red, he couldn't help but clenched his hands into fists beside him.

An Wuyang thought, has Mr. Huo confessed to him?

Blushing, hot skin.

He still finds it inconceivable that the powerful and excellent Mr. Huo would actually like a student of Sanwuwu, who is a second-ben.

"No, I want to ask clearly..." An Wuyang propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed with his back, hoping to put a distance between Huo Yunchuan and Huo Yunchuan that would allow him to breathe smoothly: "Do you really like me, or do you just want to be with me?" I go to bed?"

"What?" Huo Yunchuan raised his eyebrows, looked at him in disbelief, gritted his teeth and said, "Do I need to ask this question? When have I ever expressed that I only want to sleep with you?"

He really wanted to pry open An Wuyang's head and see what was inside.

"Oh, I see."

An Wuyang was beaten up by Huo Yunchuan, so he didn't dare to beep.

He nodded and accepted the fact that the other party seemed to like him.

Huo Yunchuan calmed down, trying not to frighten An Wuyang so much that he would be very upset.

I can only blame the other party for being too timid and lacking courage.

"How are you thinking?" His voice after recovery was quite gentle.

"...I'm still thinking about it." An Wuyang said with his eyes downcast, his fingers grabbed the pillow beside him, and the other hand grabbed the bedside device behind him.

"En." Huo Yunchuan waited patiently without urging.

Although he was very nervous and his palms were sweaty, he remembered that he was not so nervous when he attended the shareholder meeting for the first time as an adult.

After several minutes, An Wuyang's fingers slowly slid down from the head of the bed, startling the man who had been staring at his hair.

"Have you considered it?" Huo Yunchuan asked in a deep voice.

What answered him was the picture of the little angel slowly tilting to the side...

Huo Yunchuan reflexively stretched out his hand to catch him. When he was full of hope and ready to meet the pinnacle of his life, he looked down and saw a cute and hateful sleeping face.

The person who said he was thinking just now closed his eyes and slept peacefully.

"..." Huo Yunchuan looked at that face silently, there was nothing he could do.

This can't be blamed on An Wuyang, mainly because it was too late.

When he was preparing for the college entrance examination, he never slept so late.

What else can President Huo do, of course, gently put him back in the bed to make him sleep more comfortably.

Woke up the next day unharmed, with a fragmented head.

He slowly remembered the conversation with Mr. Huo last night, his mouth was O-shaped.

If my memory is correct, the one who felt wronged, hid in the bed and shed tears, and then fell asleep on the way to the confession was himself.

An Wuyang, why are you so good?

he thought.

The first thing An Wuyang did when he woke up in the morning was to go to the balcony to see the potted flowers that were about to bloom. Did they bloom today?

Then he got his wish and saw the geraniums in full bloom, in clusters, beautiful and festive.

An Wuyang smiled against the morning light, turned his head and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Huo Yunchuan had heard the commotion in the room a long time ago, and found out with suspicion that this morning was no different from usual.

He pressed his eyebrows and got up from the bed.

Confused, Mr. Huo secretly watched An Wuyang go to the balcony to look at the flowers. It should be the flowers that the other party was thinking about blooming, with a smile on his face.

very nice.

Mr. Huo, who was full of doubts, looked at An Wuyang seriously and came back humming a ditty, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"..." He suddenly felt the fear of being forgotten.

Of course, it is impossible for An Wuyang to forget him, he just figured it out.

It is impossible to go home, and the baby is the most important thing at present.

As for Mr. Huo's intentions, let's take one step at a time.

An Wuyang thought to himself, it is a good thing if someone likes to say anything.

"Morning." Seeing someone coming, An Wuyang smiled without malice, mixed with a little embarrassment.

"Morning." Huo Yunchuan said, and was flashed by this smile again.

He looked at An Wuyang with complicated eyes, unable to figure out the brain circuit of this person.

But no matter what, things still have to be done according to their own ideas.

An Wuyang had already brushed his teeth. He whispered, "Aunt Zhang made quicksand bags yesterday. I took them out of the refrigerator and warmed them up. I'm the best at this. You won't object, will you?"

Usually these things are done by Mr. Huo, because he is worried about himself.

Huo Yunchuan was still a little dazed, so he responded smoothly: "Yes."

He went out safe and sound.

He opened the refrigerator, took out the frozen buns, rinsed the surface of the buns with water, and then packed them in tinfoil.

When Huo Yunchuan came back to his senses, he immediately remembered what he promised just now...

With a dark face, he put down his toothbrush and came to the kitchen door to check.

At this time, An Wuyang had already put the white and fat buns into the microwave oven, and set it on medium heat for 3 minutes.

After he discovered Huo Yunchuan's existence, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Hot buns are very simple."

However, yesterday morning, Mr. Huo burned the nutritious sandwich that Aunt Zhang worked so hard to make.

Although it is very fragrant, I have indigestion after eating it.

"Be careful." Huo Yunchuan made sure that the other party was fine before returning to the bathroom.

He tidied himself up as quickly as possible, then came out, and took over the rest of the chores, and he was not allowed to touch the things in the kitchen safely.

Huo Yunchuan didn't know that the way he was cooking breakfast in an apron with a serious face was super attractive.

Obviously, being able to make breakfast is not a great skill, but the person who is making breakfast is Mr. Huo.

If An Wuyang's guess is correct, Mr. Huo has at least tens of billions in property, and he is a veritable rich man.

"Let's eat." Huo Yunchuan poured the hot milk, served the buns, and held the chopsticks for An Wuyang.

In the face of these things that he is not good at, he has tried his best to be careful and avoid mistakes.

"Thank you." An Wuyang was already hungry, he quickly lowered his head to eat, and occasionally took a sip of milk: "Today's quicksand buns are delicious."

Huo Yunchuan said: "Then eat a few more."

He picked up a small steamed stuffed bun, almost two bites to solve one.

An Wuyang was slightly inferior to him, and he had to eat at least three bites.

Regarding what happened last night, everyone had a tacit understanding, and no one mentioned it.

In the morning, Chen Fang brought over the baking tools that An Wuyang specified, there were as many as two large boxes.

An Wuyang was very happy, because these familiar things reminded him of the time when he worked in a dim sum shop.

"Aunt Zhang, let's pack it up and use it." He said this, but he didn't do it himself, but taught Aunt Zhang how to use it.

With the cooperation of two people, they started to make some croissants with the only materials available.

Aunt Zhang tore open the still hot bread, tasted it and said, "It's delicious and fragrant."

"Then I'll get one for Mr. Huo." An Wuyang said, put one on a plate, and carried it into the bedroom.

Tall men are working in the work area, paying no attention to the intrusion of safety.

"Mr. Huo," An Wuyang knocked on the door that was already open, and said as he walked, "Auntie Zhang made a croissant, are you hungry?"

He stopped at a distance of about one meter.

The muscles on Huo Yunchuan's back tensed, as if he was facing an enemy, which made his face turn black.

"..." There's nothing scary about a fluffy kid.

"Put it on the table." He said lightly.

"Okay." An Wuyang nodded and brought the bread over.

Then he didn't leave, but sat down on the chair next door, with a straight and serious face.

"Let's talk, Mr. Huo."

Huo Yunchuan put down his work and slowly turned to look at him.

However, An Wuyang was considering his words, with a pensive look on his face: "Hmm..." He thought to himself, it's not very good to say this: "Er..." It seems that it is not appropriate to say that.

Huo Yunchuan couldn't wait any longer, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he urged directly: "Speak."

So An Wuyang hurriedly spoke: "It's like this, that is, I decided not to go home."

Huo Yunchuan looked at him, calm on the surface, but his back was soaked: "And then?"

An Wuyang's heart beat faster. After all, he knew Mr. Huo's hidden meaning. He said slowly: "Although I don't know what the feeling of liking is, but I don't hate you." Then he raised his eyes and decided seriously: "Then Give everyone a chance."

This little angel is so cute.

Huo Yunchuan cleared his itchy throat in a low voice, and promised as much as he could: "I'll let you know."

He is full of confidence that as long as the other party reaches the age, he will definitely fall in love with the best one around him first.

"Oh, okay." An Wuyang nodded uncomfortably.

President Huo stared at the child for a moment, then pulled out the chair and reached out to hug him...

At this time, An Wuyang thought to himself, um, since I promised to give everyone a chance, I can’t refuse it. Hey, sit on your lap...

Mr. Huo fed him bread.

"I don't eat bread, I've already eaten it." An Wuyang's attention was so quickly drawn away by the bread: "Eat it yourself, I think it's baked pretty well."

"..." President Huo hugged the little angel contentedly, tasting the bread in his mouth, but it seemed that what he was tasting was not the bread, but the little angel himself.

"Then when shall we go to register?" Huo Yunchuan asked casually.

An Wuyang thought about it carefully: "Today is the weekend, let me check the working hours of the Civil Affairs Bureau first."

He took out his mobile phone, sat on Huo Yunchuan's lap and began to check seriously, and he found that the Civil Affairs Bureau does not work on weekends.

The understanding little angel first asked clearly: "Does Mr. Huo need to choose a date?"

It is said that rich families care more about the almanac, fortune, and so on.

Huo Yunchuan, the old fritter, stared at the little angel in his arms: "What if not?" Obviously he had guessed An Wuyang's plan.

"If you don't need it," An Wuyang suggested uncertainly, "How do you feel about Monday?"

"Okay." Huo Yunchuan immediately agreed, and at the same time bowed his head and kissed the safe ear.

The heavy breathing from his ear startled An Wuyang, wondering if he was sick?

He didn't think much about it and asked, "what's the matter with Mr. Huo?"

Then the place where he was sitting was uncomfortable, An Wuyang blushed, and finally knew what was going on.

He moved quickly and gently again.

President Huo, whose life was half-killed by him, had a distorted and uncomfortable expression. He persisted for several minutes before letting go of An Wuyang: "Go and read, I will continue to work."

An Wuyang glanced at the piles of documents on the desktop, nodded obediently and went out.

He thought with admiration that Mr. Huo is really a dedicated and dedicated entrepreneur.

The author has something to say:

Crane: Excuse me, Mr. Huo, won't your conscience hurt if you are praised so much by the little angel?

Huo: What he said is the truth.

Crane: Huh, huh?ok, ok...