Marry a Rich Old Man

The height of the two sides is very different, one is 1.9 meters faster, and the other is only 1.7 meters.

Putting short ones on tall ones is a thankless task.

The young man with sly eyes immediately withdrew his hand, and if he looked carefully, his cheeks were still a little blush.

"Okay, you guys are chatting, I'll go get some drinks." After waiting for a long time, there was no waiter around, so An Wuyang went to get the drinks by himself.

Hearing the man behind tell: "You can only take juice." Without looking back, he waved his hand to show that he understood.

Lan Weiwei, who paid attention to what they said, was simply funny. She never knew that Huo Yunchuan was this kind of man.

"Huh?" An Wuyang said in surprise, "Hi, we meet again." He remembered Lan Weiwei and said hello while getting a drink.

"Hi." Lan slightly rushed to him, raising the cup in his hand.

Seeing this, An Wuyang also held up his own juice, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Kiss juice, it's delicious."

He didn't really want to get in touch with strangers of the opposite sex, so he lowered his head to choose the wine suitable for Huo Yunchuan.

Seeing his undecided appearance, Lan Weiwei pointed to the third bottle from the left with her finger painted with bright red nail polish: "Maybe he will like it."

An Wuyang was stunned, and then said thank you: "I don't know much about wine." Although I have studied for a while, but to be honest, if you learn so many things at once, you are a genius if you can learn well.

Lan smiled slightly, her gestures were full of charm.

Now, she has let go of the fact that Huo Yunchuan chose and chose, and finally married a man of the same sex.

Think about it, the pregnant woman was so powerful before, but she couldn't catch Huo Yunchuan. Thinking about it this way, I also escaped a catastrophe.

"Here." An Wuyang returned to Huo Yunchuan's side, and gave the wine glass to Huo Yunchuan.

"Thank you." Huo Yunchuan took it over and sniffed it, raised his eyebrows: "This wine..." Usually, he doesn't drink at home, and the little angel doesn't even know what wine he likes to drink.

What I took today happened to be the wine he liked before.

"Why, don't you like it?" An Wuyang asked.

"No, I like it very much." Huo Yunchuan said, taking a sip of the wine given by the person he likes, feeling happy.

The boy followed suit with a smile, and glanced at the young lady who occasionally paid attention to this side from the corner of his eye. He guessed that it was Dun Dun's father's romantic debt.

However, he won't care.

"School is about to start, so you won't be able to stay at school then?" Huo Xiao's study, where the father and son were discussing the family business, finally talked about An Wuyang who was about to start school.

"Don't stop." Huo Yunchuan said without thinking too much.

Mr. Huo: "But according to my opinion, this age is the time to make friends, so it's okay to experience campus life."

"Grandpa, it's dangerous to let him live in school by himself." Huo Yunchuan frowned in disapproval, as if he had seen all kinds of accidents.

"It's not unreasonable for Yunchuan to think about it. After all, the situation is special, and it may be inconvenient to live on campus..." Huo Xiao supported Huo Yunchuan's opinion.

In fact, there was no need to discuss it at all, Huo Yunchuan had already bought a house near the safe school, and he could move in anytime.

He returned to the bedroom, patted the boy who was studying hard: "You are going to school, and Dun Dun and I will move in to accompany you."

An Wuyang was so happy that he jumped three feet high, and hung on the opponent like a koala: "That's really great, I can still see you every day, right?"

"Yes." Mr. Huo said concisely.

The campus in early September was crowded and bustling.

If you see parents following you and helping you with your luggage, they are usually new students.

Seniors and sisters will show friendly smiles when they see new students.

However, there are really not many new students sent to school by the subject; the new student sent by the subject wearing sunglasses... maybe just one.

An Wuyang doesn't live on campus, so he doesn't have to carry luggage.

He was just holding a bottle of water that was really not heavy, and Huo Yunchuan quickly picked it up.

"Is it necessary? Then what should I take?" The young man felt embarrassed, always feeling that the students around him were looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"You just need to live well." Huo Yunchuan said.

"..."

It doesn't matter, they are queuing up to lead the military training uniforms, An Wuyang can't believe that Huo Yunchuan can still show up at the scene to hold an umbrella for himself during the military training.

"Will you take care of my military training?" He asked worriedly.

"It doesn't matter." Huo Yunchuan said immediately.

An Wuyang got the answer he wanted, but... the other party's answer was too slippery, which made people think wildly.

After completing the admission procedures and receiving the military training uniform, today's freshman registration schedule is over.

Huo Yunchuan sent An Wuyang back to the downstairs of the new apartment: "College student, go up by yourself."

He has something to deal with, which he said before.

"Tsk tsk, you're really ironic." An Wuyang curled his lips, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

"Come back." The big boss called from behind.

The young man looked back lazily: "Why?"

"Are you going to leave without giving me a kiss?" Huo Yunchuan asked.

"Okay." An Wuyang thought for a moment, walked back with the backpack in his hand, put the backpack on his shoulder, then bent down and licked the upper lip of the subject, with an indescribable smile: "Are you all right?"

Huo Yunchuan's eyes darkened, he squeezed his chin, drove straight in, wrapped up the little thing that made a mess just now and punished him.

"Hmm..." Stealing a chicken is not enough to lose money!

Huo Yunchuan kissed enough, let him go: "Be obedient, go back."

An Wuyang thought for a while, nodded and turned to go up.

This house is still big enough, and it is full of unscathed and safe things, many of which have not had time to be sorted out.

After he came back, Aunt Zhang handed Dundun, who was full of energy, to him: "Come on, hold, Auntie will organize things for you."

"Hey." The boy hugged his five-month-old son, kissed while walking into the study, and put the backpack on his shoulders.

"Ah, ah." Little Huo An raised his chubby little hand and waved it in the air. He looked at his father seriously with beady eyes.

"What are you talking about? What do you want to say to me?" An Wuyang found out the strap and carried the little guy in front of his body: "Hey, go to sleep, Dad read a book for a while."

"Huh?" It was impossible for Dun Dun not to grab the books hanging over his head.

"You little villain..." An Wuyang had no choice but to put down the book and concentrate on speaking Martian to him.

Huo Yunchuan came back in the afternoon, and Dun Dun, who was playing in the adult's arms, stretched out his hand to be hugged by his father: "Ah..."

An Wuyang was furious: "I didn't see you being so enthusiastic when I came back. Who has been watching you all afternoon, stinking. Go, go, make him drool."

Dun Dun, who was being scolded, crawled into his father's arms persistently until the other party hugged him.

"You got scolded?" Huo Yunchuan lowered his head and kissed that chubby face.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhang smiled and said: "Mr. Huo hugs him whenever he has time, of course he kisses him."

Although Huo Yunchuan usually likes to put on a sullen face, he is very kind to children, and he calmly accepts how they cry.

It's okay to be safe and sound, and occasionally a child's heart.

If Dun Dun kept crying and crying, he would go crazy and be at a loss, wishing he could kneel down and beg his little ancestor not to cry.

The next morning, the boy who got up early to go to school kissed his son who was still sleeping soundly, and the man beside him who had woken up: "I'm leaving."

Huo Yunchuan stretched out his hand to hold him: "You really don't need me to see you off?"

The person in front was speechless: "How far is it from here to the school?" It only took a few steps to walk: "Okay, I'm leaving." He said, breaking away from the opponent's restraint.

Backpack, baseball cap, water, etc., safe and sound, take these things, cross two roads, and arrive at the school where you will be staying for several years.

After thinking about it, he took out a pair of flat black-rimmed glasses from his backpack and put them on.

When he walked into the classroom, no one noticed him because of his plain attire.

According to his height, An Wuyang found a seat that was not slippery. At the same time, he wondered why everyone liked the back row, so they all sat in the back row.

The students who came from behind, like him, looked at the occupied back row and could only choose the middle seat.

"Hello, is there anyone sitting here?"

When An Wuyang was in a daze, a gentle voice sounded above his head.

"No. Please sit down." He said after recovering.

"Thank you." The man was very tall, and he looked like a 'contestant' in the back row, but unfortunately the back row was taken up: "My name is Wen Ling, how about you, classmate?"

After the tall man sat down, he put the backpack at his feet, and then stretched out his palm to An Wuyang.

An Wuyang hurriedly said, "My name is An Wuyang, nice to meet you." He held Wen Ling's hand, took off his hat and smiled.

"Well, why do you wear glasses if you're not nearsighted?" Wen Ling looked at the new classmate curiously, sizing him up in the way he hated the most.

However, he found that the new classmate did not stare at the clothes on his body.

"Oh, this." An Wuyang pushed his glasses awkwardly, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Don't you think I look handsome in glasses?"

Wen Ling: "..."

After a while, the surrounding seats were also full... I don't know if it was the illusion of being safe and sound, but he felt that after Wen Ling came, the "sales" of the surrounding seats were particularly good.

There were girls on the front, back, left, and right, and none of them would greet Wen Ling directly.

"Hi, hello." Another one greeted An Wuyang, but glanced at the girl at his desk.

An Wuyang sat here for more than ten minutes, and had the illusion that he was very popular with girls: "Hello." He glanced at the next door meaningfully: "My name is An Wuyang, and his name is Wen Ling."

I can only help the young lady here.

"...My name is Haiqiong." The girl took a good seat and sat down contentedly.

The buddy next door was indifferent, and even lay down on the table and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, a male classmate finally came, who was about the same height as An Wuyang, with a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, which is standard for high school students.

And he's a gossip!

An Wuyang finally found someone to chat with, so the two of them chit chatted about the differences, from primary school life to the dark college entrance examination, but I miss it.

"Are you a sparrow?" Wen Ling turned to look at him.

"Ah? No, I'm a dragon." An Wuyang replied, and it took a few minutes before he realized that the other party was accusing himself of being too noisy. meeting.