Marry a Rich Old Man

Dun Dun's father, who stared at people coldly, was as fierce as his first impression.

But at that time, because of unfamiliarity, An Wuyang would be timid and afraid.

Whenever the other party stared, he dared not show his skin.

As for now, I'm afraid of the balls.

"Do you want watermelon or apple?" An Wuyang ran to the door and lay on his stomach, poking his head out to reveal a full forehead, his defensive movements showed that he was still a little scared.

"No, I'll eat pears." Huo Yunchuan seemed deliberate.

"Okay." An Wuyang stomped away.

A childish air.

He went downstairs to peel a sweet pear, brought it up happily, and brought it to Huo Yunchuan: "Eat it."

He is so obedient and cute, it makes people reluctant to argue with him at all.

With a sullen face, President Huo took a bite of the pear from An Wuyang's hand. It was very sweet: "Do you want to eat it? I'll give you half of it."

An Wuyang shook his head and said seriously, "No separation."

Huo Yunchuan reacted slightly: "Ahem..."

Because the little angel's words were choked by a mouthful of pears, the handsome man over [-] blushed slightly, and he didn't seem to fit his old driver's personality.

"So careless?" An Wuyang wiped Huo Yunchuan with a wet tissue, as if he was taking care of Dun Dun.

The old man, who was already in a high mood, glanced slightly, following the fingers under his eyelids to rippling back and forth.

He was a little relieved that the little boy who had been taken care of by him had finally learned to love others.

well.

The next day, the books were delivered.

An Wuyang was tinkering with the flour that he hadn't touched for a long time in the kitchen. Suddenly, Dun Dun's father with a serious face grabbed him up to the study on the third floor.

Before, in order to accompany him and Dun Dun, Huo Yunchuan never worked here.

Now that Dundun has grown up a bit, and An Wuyang is also confinement, presumably the work space will be moved here.

Seeing the piles of books piled high on the table, An Wuyang, who was possessed by a scumbag, shuddered: "What, what are you doing?"

The handsome man looked up at him, and glanced at the book again: "Don't you want to study? Choose a subject at random and start studying from today."

Yes, what I proposed is correct!

But so fast?

"Then, let's learn English." An Wuyang looked at the top one, and accepted the fact that he had started to study with a heart ashamed.

Huo Yunchuan took down the English book, held it in his hands and opened it, then took out a pair of silver-rimmed glasses from the desk and put them on.

Then he walked to the small blackboard that he had arranged by himself, and wrote on the blackboard with blue chalk.

At the same time, An Wuyang finally saw the only small desk in the study!

Exactly the same as the small desk in high school!

He walked over full of memories, pulled out the chair and sat down, and found in disbelief that it was his own chair: "You..."

This man is horrible.

"Oh." Huo Yunchuan raised his hand to look back, and told lightly: "This is your desk."

"When did you get it back?" It was too scary.

"Call and ask your principal to look for it." Huo Yunchuan turned around and wrote beautiful chalk characters.

"My God..." An Wuyang covered his face with his hands, and then changed to lying on the table: "...I must be famous in school now."

"Don't lie on your stomach, sit up straight." Huo Yunchuan said in a cold voice, and at some point there was a small stick in his hand.

If it weren't for the little fur ball on the top, I would have thought he was playing for real!

Hitting with this kind of stick like a cat teaser will not make An Wuyang feel pain, but it will make him feel a strong sense of shame.

"I'm a college student, I'm not a top class student..." An Wuyang sat up straight, suppressing his shame and beeping softly: "Either you change the ruler, or don't hit me with that thing."

Huo Yunchuan was unmoved, and at the same time dissatisfied with the little angel's classroom discipline, he said: "Now is the lecture time, your attention should be focused on your studies, as for irrelevant things, don't bring them up in class."

An Wuyang: "..."

It was not difficult to speak English in high school back then. Even if the students were safe and sound, they still passed the upper-middle level of the exam.

However, after a year of baptism, these things have almost been returned to the teacher.

When Huo Yunchuan learned about the little angel's situation, he raised his hand and opened up another page to review his high school knowledge.

There are impressions of what I learned before, and the review went smoothly.

At this time, An Wuyang was very nervous, and felt that he was not so nervous when facing a real teacher.

Do you still need to ask why?

The boss who earns hundreds of millions every minute, deliberately put down the work at hand to teach a scumbag.

Even if asked the question that the scumbags can't, they can only bite the bullet and say that they can.

"You read it together." Huo Yunchuan said, just now, he repeated the sentence on the small blackboard word by word to the little angel twice.

"Okay." An Wuyang stood up and spoke a sentence in English in a stuttering manner.

Huo Yunchuan asked: "Is your English teacher from Sichuan?"

An Wuyang asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

Yes, his English teacher is indeed from Sichuan.

Huo Yunchuan pushed his glasses: "Because you speak English with a Sichuan accent..."

And he himself has a standard Oxford accent.

Ann Sichuan pronunciation Wuhai, his face flushed red and he was ashamed, but his natural optimism made him scratch his head: "Actually, our class is okay, some English teachers in some classes are from the Northeast..."

Huo Yunchuan said: "It's okay, I will help you correct it."

Putting on his glasses and teaching in front of the small blackboard, he became extremely severe, and soon continued to repeat the words.

"Difficulty, difficulty."

Teacher Huo repeated it twice, and asked An Wuyang to read it according to his own accent.

"Difficulty." The boy read.

Huo Yunchuan turned on the recording with his mobile phone and read it again: "difficulty."

An Wuyang: "Difficulty..."

"I'll play it for you to hear, what's the difference." Huo Yunchuan said.

Chuanwei boy was ashamed and shocked when he heard his other half speak such standard and nice English, but his own speech was always like the dialect of his motherland: "I can't speak well..."

Huo Yunchuan didn't say anything, and continued to teach patiently.

Pronunciation tips and characteristics have been summarized, and it is still not good to say An Wuyang.

"Or forget it..." An Wuyang said in frustration, not daring to look up into Huo Yunchuan's eyes: "I can't say such an elegant accent."

Huo Yunchuan walked over and supported the little angel's desk: "Give up so easily?"

An Wuyang lowered his head: "..."

Huo Yunchuan suddenly said fiercely: "Look up and look at me!"

An Wuyang, who was about to pee in fear, immediately raised his head eagerly, his eyes were red: "No, I didn't give up, I was just afraid of wasting your time, I'm stupid."

Learning things has always been very slow, suitable for quiet and slow learning.

"The pronunciation of the word just now, like this..." Huo Yunchuan stared at him for a moment, then squeezed his chin, and kissed his mouth sideways.

Use the tip of your tongue to point out clearly where the important areas of pronunciation should touch.

An Wuyang: "..."

My mind is in a mess, I don't have the energy to pay attention to the problem of learning words, just feel the tenderness, okay?

After the conscientious teaching was over, Huo Yunchuan left An Wuyou's lips, straightened his waist, and asked sternly: "Do you understand?"

The young man with a flushed face is full of three major doubts in life: Who am I?Where am I?What am I doing?

"Ailments?" Huo Yunchuan patted the young man's cheek with chalk-stained fingers, "I'm asking you something." Then he saw that the powder was stained, and he frowned and wiped it off carefully.

"Well, oh..." An Wuyang blushed and thought to himself, Huo Yunchuan's kissing skills were quite bad when they were kissing in a serious manner, could this be considered unintentional? "...difficulty, right?"

With the mentality that he wouldn't be right anyway, he muttered nonsense.

However, Huo Yunchuan loosened his brows and nodded in approval: "Yeah." After a pause, his eyes were complicated: "You are really suitable for this kind of teaching method."

"Huh?" Very unexpected!

"Since you like this, I won't waste any more time." Huo Yunchuan found the next word he needed to teach, repeated it twice, explained the characteristics of the speech, and then squeezed the boy's chin and kissed it.

It can be said to be a very concise and clear teaching method!

From then on, Papa Huo especially liked to give English lessons to little angels.

Followed by the national standard class.

Teaching time, night, teaching location, exclusive practice room.

When An Wuyang was about to show off his skills in a non-cultural class, Papa Huo turned on the soft music and let the little angel step on his feet, then he put his arms around the little angel's waist and circled around like a Buddha.

This, just, yes, country, standard, dance?

An Wuyang put his arms around the fake father's neck, and was caught in the entanglement of "Am I stupid or is he stupid"...

Looking sideways, the fake father's expression is relaxed, his body movements are leisurely, and he enjoys "jumping".

"..." After all, everyone has such a good relationship, so the little angel can pretend that he is dancing the national standard, otherwise what else can he do.

When it was almost over, President Huo hugged the obedient and well-behaved little angel and took a sip: "Honey, we don't learn ballroom dancing."

An Wuyang immediately asked, "Why?"

Huo Yunchuan: "When you learn to dance, you have to deal with the people who invite you to dance."

And how could he let An Wuyang dance with others.

"No, I only learned to dance so that I can appear on important occasions with you." An Wuyang explained anxiously, "Otherwise, wouldn't you have to invite others to dance? I forbid you to dance with others. "

When he was not married, he didn't care who Huo Yunchuan was with.

But now that they are married, they should only have each other right in their hearts.

President Huo carried the footsteps of the little angel, and nearly twisted his ankle and fell down.

Very good, he took a deep breath: "Then I will teach you tomorrow..."

Until the time of bedtime, Huo Dashao, who had won a little fan, was still thinking about his partner's domineering request just now.

It turned out that the little angel was so anxious, always worried that she would be promiscuous?

Huo Yunchuan thought that An Wuyang was so innocent and innocent that he didn't understand love.

This is very good, and in another month, he will make the other party completely at ease.

After the one-day class, An Wuyang understood everything except the tasting.

"Difficulty, difficulty."

Before going to bed, he sat at the desk where Huo Yunchuan worked before, earnestly familiarizing himself with the things he had learned during the day.

President Huo looked at the picture of the little angel lighting up the lamp to read at night, with a look of relief and distress at times.

Early the next morning, he mercilessly dug up An Wuyang, opened the closet and found a set of clothes for him, asking him to wash and change.

It's a suit.

An Wuyang asked where he was going, and immediately got up and put on his clothes.

"Slow down." Huo Yunchuan immediately reminded with a frown.

"It's okay." An Wuyang lifted the hem of his clothes and continued to change clothes. It has been more than a month: "My wound doesn't hurt anymore." He smiled at Huo Yunchuan.

Today they went to a venue for a wine tasting.

The location is a manor, there are not too many people in it, not too few, and there are reporters.

An Wuyang was held by Huo Yunchuan. When he walked in, he looked around, so he found that a reporter was filming himself.

"Hi." The boy was dressed up to be photogenic every time he went out, and he smiled when he saw the camera.

After the Dun Dun full moon banquet before, there was a common perception among the reporters in the capital that Young Master Huo's daughter-in-law was so good to photograph!Can cooperate!

Many reporters who didn't participate still didn't believe it, but this time they finally experienced it for themselves.

The reporter who was so happy that he flew up excitedly waved to An Wuyang.

"Hi..." The young boy opposite them waved back.

Oh my god, there will be interaction!

Knock sweet!Knock cute!

"Let's quietly follow up and shoot..." The reporters discussed boldly in private.

Seeing Huo's 'alternative' daughter-in-law, he almost forgot that Young Master Huo's whiskers cannot be touched.

Young Master Huo at the side witnessed all this, didn't say anything, just held the little angel tightly by his side, occasionally covering the side face of the little angel with his arms.

The posture of protection is full.

He took An Wuyang into the room, went to the end of the long table where the old red wine was placed, and started to taste it from the place where there were few people.

"Tasting wine is not really drinking. Take it in and feel it and then spit it out." Huo Yunchuan took out a cup, poured some wine, took a sip by himself, and then spit it out.

"This is a Georgian wine, Saperavi, which is a representative red wine among Georgian wines." Huo Yunchuan said: "It was a state banquet wine in the former Soviet Union, because of its unique brewing process, so On the palate acidic, high in tannins…”

When popularizing science for the little angel, the man lowered his head slightly and deliberately approached the other's ear.

An Wuyang was immersed in the deep and honest voice, unknowingly took a sip from the wine glass, and drank it down.

The unique sour taste of wine immediately made him frown, and soon his cheeks turned red.

"It's really a little sour."

Huo Yunchuan looked at his face speechlessly, and snatched the red wine glass by the way: "Let's go here today." After just one sip, his face turned red like this, and the flushed appearance was so unsightly, it's better to go home.

"Huh? Ah?" An Wuyang: "What?"

"Go home." President Huo Da replied without joking.

Little boy: "???"

With a face of "Samoyed tilting his head and question mark, jpg" it seems that we have just come out, Dad.