Marry a Rich Old Man

—I'll be there in half an hour.

After receiving this message from Huo Yunchuan, An Wuyang immediately got up and went downstairs, turned on the light in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out small oranges and lemons with green peels.

Considering that the other party might have really drunk, he thought about making a drink that could soothe the hangover.

This is not An Wuyang's intention to please, but a subconscious move, he just wants to do this.

I haven't touched knives and kitchen supplies for a long time, and the teenager is a bit unfamiliar with using them.

He held the knife carefully, keeping an eye on his fingers before cutting so as not to cut it.

Before being with Huo Yunchuan, these slightly callused hands, the skin and tender flesh under the eyes, can't find the trace of labor.

Turn the palm over, it is also soft, and the complexion is natural and healthy.

Lemon tea with honey has a tangy aroma.

An Wuyang was a little greedy, and wanted to take a sip, so he poured himself a small cup from it for the reason of tasting: "..." After a taste, it was really delicious.

He really wanted to drink a little more, but he didn't do much. He was afraid that Huo Yunchuan would have nothing to drink after he finished drinking.

Just like this, half an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

An Wushen ran to the door of the house, looking at the road full of street lights.

After waiting for a while, two beams of headlights came and drove towards the garage

An Wuyang ran over in his pajamas, feeling very happy.

Huo Dashao, who drove all the way back, parked the car and saw a shadow running towards him, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all thumped.

"..."

If you run so fast, what if you fall.

Huo Yunchuan rushed forward without saying a word, and caught the boy who was running towards him.

"It's only half an hour after talking for half an hour. You really don't lie." An Wuyang teased with a smile, his slender body was hanging lazily on the shoulders of a man who was taller than him, and he had a young and energetic face full of Yue Yue: "Huh? What's the matter, I'm angry and I called you back?"

President Huo immediately replied: "No."

He firmly hugged the delicate boy and walked towards the door.

An Wuyang thought for a while, and apologized: "I won't run away next time, I'm sorry."

The man who hugged him whispered, "If you fall, I'm not the one who's sorry."

"..." An Wuyang lay on his shoulder, not saying a word.

"What did you do at home?" Huo Yunchuan asked.

"I made lemon tea for you." An Wuyang raised his head again, his eyes were shining like stars and asked, "Have you drank the wine? I'll go get it for you right away."

The man who crossed the threshold froze.

"Let me see if you've drunk it?" The way An Wuyang thought of to verify it was to see if there was any smell of alcohol.

The answer is no, but the smell of alcohol and tobacco is unavoidable all around.

"I didn't drink it." Huo Yunchuan found that his voice had become deeper: "Where is the lemon tea, I will carry you to get it."

"In the kitchen."

Huo Yunchuan nodded, and headed to the kitchen with the boy whose weight had been dropping recently.

I took the pot of lemon tea and went upstairs together.

An Wuyang has a sensitive nose and is extremely sensitive to the smell of people close to him: "Yun Chuan, you smell of alcohol and tobacco, why don't you take a bath first?"

Huo Yunchuan's obsession with cleanliness will only be worse than his. In fact, he has long been dissatisfied with the smell of his body: "Then you wait for yourself."

He turned and went into the bathroom, washing himself carefully from head to toe.

After shaving in the morning till now, there are some inconspicuous stubble growing on my chin, which needs to be shaved off.

Because An Wuyang's skin is very sensitive, it will turn red when it is pricked by beard stubble.

After Huo Yunchuan came out, his upper body was naked, he picked up the cup handed over by the little angel, and carefully took a sip.

Orange tea taste, sweet and sour.

"I know you don't like too much sweet food, so you put very little honey." An Wuyang propped his chin, his face serious.

"..." Huo Yunchuan stared at him intently, picked up the cup and took another sip. In fact, he didn't pay attention to the taste in his mouth at all: "It's really not sweet."

"Is that good?" An Wuyang wanted to know.

"It's okay." Huo Yunchuan swallowed the lemon tea in his throat: "...how about you try it yourself."

"Ah?" When the boy was dumbfounded, he was fed mouth to mouth.

Huo Yunchuan already had a premonition that he would definitely be rejected by the other party, or panicked, anyway, just that there would be no response.

"Hmm..." An Wuyang was stunned for a moment when he tasted the lemon tea he liked, and then he accepted it happily.

Huo Yunchuan was caught on the neck by the little angel, and he responded vigorously, almost not dropping the cup in his hand.

After he froze for a moment, he kissed back excitedly.

"No more..." After kissing for a while, the teenager opened his blurred eyes and pushed him away, took his cup and drank directly: "It's really delicious."

Huo Yunchuan looked at him incredulously, feeling an urge to kneel down.

"The baby is born, I still like this sweet and sour taste." An Wuyang sat comfortably on the chair while holding the cup.

"I'm going to sleep." Huo Yunchuan said.

"Huh?" An Wuyang wondered, "Are you in a mood?"

The man who wanted to turn around and go to the bed stopped, and replied: "No."

"Hey." An Wuyang stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's two fingers: "Don't go, I'll ask you a question."

The other party looked back.

"When I make out with you, is my face red or white?"

This question seems to be jumping a little too clearly.

The man raised his eyebrows, and with the principle of answering every question, he replied: "Red." The little angel who was making out with him was flushed all over, beautiful and charming.

"Is the painful face white or red?" The little master of routines asked the second question.

Huo Yunchuan immediately turned around, the expression on his face could probably be described as rippling: "Speak human."

An Wuyang smiled and said, "I can only understand it." Then he shyly continued to drink the sweet and sour honey water while holding the cup.

"Hmph." Young Master Huo curled his lips, unable to restrain himself from picking up the person on the chair, and turned around in the bedroom.

"Ah..." The honey water was about to be spilled.

The happy man stopped and kissed the little angel's forehead innocently.

After playing around for a while, An Wuyang suddenly asked, "Don't you want to see Dun Dun?"

It has been so long since Huo Yunchuan came back, only after being reminded that he still has a son: "Yeah." He put down the boy in his arms: "Go to sleep, we father and son will stay for a while."

An Wuyang readily agreed: "Okay."

He watched Huo Yunchuan's back leave and heaved a sigh of relief.

Huo Yunchuan stayed in his son's room for half an hour. As a man who was essentially taciturn, he hugged his sleeping son without saying a word, gently supported the child's bare back with the palm of his hand, and made skin-to-skin contact consciously.

It's good for the kids.

An Wuyang said it.

I went out to play before, and I was late for seven days. The strict father Huo planned to make up for his son tomorrow.

As for tonight, it's a little late.

It will be late June after the trip, and the wedding day is much closer.

An Wuyang found a weekend and asked Huo Yunchuan to take him back to An's house, firstly to give them something, secondly to confirm the wedding date, and to inform his parents by the way.

The itinerary went smoothly and nothing unpleasant happened.

On the way back, An Wuyang had a peaceful face, with a faint smile on his lips.

Huo Yunchuan knew in his heart that the other party must be happy because he was about to get married, so he curled his lips and said, "What kind of happy event, so happy?"

An Wuyang: "Hee hee, I can finally take the co-driver when I go out."

The scenery here is different, but not the same.

"Heh..." President Huo had nothing to say.

He has resigned himself to his fate. The generation gap is not something that can be brought closer by two people having sex a few times.

Woke up too early this morning, An Wuyang fell asleep in the car after a while.

When Huo Yunchuan saw him, he put his hands neatly on his knees, tilted his head to one side, and slept peacefully and soundly.

The man who subconsciously slowed down the speed of the car couldn't help thinking of a year ago, when he first met this little thing, the other side was shy, doing whatever he was asked to do, and never talking much.

Like a touch of pure white strayed into flashiness, it seems easy to read.

But no, this innocent young boy always gives people unexpected feelings.

"Don't take wedding photos, okay? The weather is so hot, I don't want to bother." The scumbag who is overwhelmed by a bunch of courses every day, wished to have 36 hours a day to make up for himself, and couldn't find time to think about wedding photos: "And... ..."

Huo Yunchuan said: "And what?"

An Wuyang looked serious: "None of us wear wedding dresses?"

Both of them are men, and they take photos in formal attire. Is President Huo still missing?

"..." There seems to be nothing wrong with it.

So the wedding photos were skipped by the two 'straight men' who keep everything simple.

After reciting English words at night, An Wuyang suddenly remembered that his Weibo had not been updated for many days.

However, he really didn't know what to send.

After careful consideration, An Wuyang took a photo of a neat work table.

Homework is so difficult 2000V: [Picture] On the eve of the wedding, I just finished memorizing the vocabulary, Dun Dun's father has not come back yet, maybe he went to a bachelor party.

In fact, he didn't know, he just heard Ji Mingjue mention it.

"My heart hurts! Lao Huo actually let Xiao Tiantian stay alone in the empty boudoir, how can this work?"

"It's so uncomfortable, how could Huo be like this?"

"Well, sweetie, call him quickly, what time is it now, it's nine o'clock, it's very late."

"Fuck, today's Weibo is full of knives. Is it because my ability to bear it has become weaker or something?"

"I'm used to seeing Xiao Tiantian sprinkling sugar, and it's really uncomfortable to suddenly post this [Yun Bei/] but it's obviously normal, Wu Xiong, I'm spoiled!"

An Wuyang was puzzled when he saw the comments.

"...Isn't it right to post this Weibo?" Then he should consider deleting it.

Just when he was about to delete it, Huo Yunchuan, who was far away participating in the event, replied to this Weibo: @工作好想2000V, I don’t sleep well at night, is it because there is too little homework?

When the fans came out, the situation of abusing their hearts was immediately reversed, and they were so sweet that they cried.

"Is this instant reply? I don't believe it! Huo has been playing with his phone!"