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Chapter 30
It's not that An Wuhao likes watching Korean dramas. It's just that the pictures are exquisite and the content is interesting. So he took a few glances and didn't say that he was addicted to not wanting to eat.
How did you know that just after two glances, the hero and the heroine were arguing with their front feet, and a romantic BGM sounded on the back feet, and the two began to kiss fiercely, looking shocked and unconscious.
"Change the channel." A repressive command came from behind, and at the same time, one hand went to the remote control in the kid's hand, without saying anything, to the news channel.
In Anhui's memory, this scene seems familiar.
It was a distant childhood memory. Once he watched a Hong Kong comedy with his father and younger brother.
Among them is a standard drama of male and female sex. I remember a woman wearing fishnet stockings and a bra. She put a bunch of grapes on her chest and tenderly invited the man on the opposite side to taste it.
The younger brother holding the remote control was immediately ordered by his father to change the channel, but in the end, the father did it himself and grabbed the remote control of the younger brother and changed it.
So seeing Huo Yunchuan today, he thought of his father.
It is said that the relationship between father and son will be a little closer than between mother and son, there is both the intimacy of father and son, and the sympathy between men.
Thinking of this, An Wuhao quietly ate a piece of melon.
The man sitting next to him has dark eyes, complicated, and weighed. It is impossible to change channels. Korean TV dramas have seen too much influence on teenagers’ sentimental views and even sexual orientation.
"Stop eating." Huo Yunchuan took the salad bowl on the table and put it in the kitchen.
Aunt Zhang made the meal and brought it out to them. It was only 5:30: "Mr. Huo, then I will go back first. After you finish eating, you can put the dishes and chopsticks in the washbasin first, I will tomorrow Come and wash again."
This is what Huo Yunchuan meant, otherwise Aunt Zhang would not dare to speak.
She understood in her heart that this Mr. Huo didn't stay home for a day, and only had time to eat a meal with his family at night, so naturally she didn't want others to disturb him.
So he left with interest.
The food is good, at least An Wuhao did not eat at home as good as one-tenth of the past few days. Whether it is the ingredients or the taste, he loves it very much.
Sweet and sour appetizer, salty flavour, and so-so green vegetables.
Huo Yunchuan watched the little angel's habit of picking vegetables and eating, and couldn't bear it: "Eat something green."
But the heart of the vegetable was white and tasteless. An Wuhao looked at the half of the vegetable beside his mouth, weighing the consequences of giving and not giving a face, and finally opened his mouth and bit Mr. Huo's chopsticks.
Huo Yunchuan grasped his chopsticks tightly with his fingers tightly, and became more cautious, carefully feeding one hundred and twenty hearts: "How much do you eat at noon?"
An Wuhao said: "Small two bowls." In addition, there are: "A whole plate of prawns, Aunt Zhang guessed that she would have eaten four or five, and I will eat the rest."
The other party's appetite was gratifying, and the president was very happy: "Did you throw up?" asked nervously.
"No." How expensive the shrimp is, An Wuhao smiled and said, "I'm not willing to vomit."
Huo Dashao's chopsticks paused, his heart sank slightly, and he asked quietly, "How are your parents? What industry do you work in?"
Eating happily without any problems, he kept an eye on him, and said vaguely: "They all work well. They work in large companies. I don't know exactly what they do." But I don't want to reveal that my parents work under Huo's. .
"Really?" In other words, the safe and sound home is at least a middle-class family, not to the point where it can't afford to eat shrimps, and reluctant to turn on the air conditioner, let alone work part-time at a young age to make money.
The old man who was thinking about this question slowed his breathing and his head was clear: "How many times do Mom and Dad talk to you a month?"
"..." Anwu was stunned.
conversation? His eyes rolled slowly, and Xu Xu took a look at Huo Yunchuan's expression. The other party was also looking at him, unable to see anything else.
He deliberately said: "Why do you want to talk to me? Except for not studying well, I am pretty good in other aspects."
Huo Yunchuan paused, and asked in another way: "Do they care about your life?" Anyway, he has taken care of An Wujiao in the past few days.
Looking at the young boy's dumbfoundedness, it also explains everything.
The old man suffocated the evil fire and had nowhere to vent.
If it was his Huo Yunchuan's child who was pregnant with someone else in a one-night stand in a bar, he would let the child tell himself as soon as possible and ask for help instead of hiding it by himself and only asking for help from strangers.
An Wuhao did not dare to tell his parents that there were only two problems. Old Youtiao Huo knew that one was afraid of disappointing his parents, and the other was afraid of causing trouble to his parents.
fart.
My dear son, where is the disappointment and trouble...
Mr. Huo's face was not right, and the atmosphere around him became dark and cold. He who didn't want to touch his frieze to eat obediently, he would eat whatever the other party caught.
I was so full that couldn't eat it, so turned head and stopped eating.
He glanced at it. Huo Yunchuan's rice bowl hardly moved, and he only ate by himself: "I'm full and want to go to the balcony to digest."
Huo Yunchuan's brows wrinkled in an instant, but what he thought was that the huge balcony was bare, not even potted flowers, let alone comfortable chairs and decorations.
I was thinking in heart right now, and called Chen Fang at night to let people pick some flowers and plants and tidy up the balcony.
As everyone knows that An Wuhao has very low requirements on the balcony, as long as it is clean and tidy, and breathable, he thinks it is very good.
You can also see the view of the small half of the city from the glass windows, which is very beautiful.
He was fascinated, trying to distinguish the southeast from the northeast and the northwest, and to find the direction of the city to the south. Their family lived there.
The faint light of the setting sun gave Wei Yang's face a halo, making it calm, happy and innocent.
After the meal was finished, Huo Yunchuan immediately came out to look for him, plus the trip he had sent him out before, and walked back and forth six times within fifteen minutes.
"It should be beautiful here at night?" An Wuhao turned his head when he heard the footsteps, and the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected in his black eyes.
"It's okay..." Huo Yunchuan swallowed, and restrained the arrogance in his heart: "Go in for a bath, and I will give you bath water."
An Wuhao nodded and said, "Okay, I'll come right away."
He continued to look for a while, then went back to the bedroom to find pajamas-a set of worn T-shirts and shorts.
They are accustomed to wearing them at home. The neckline is wide open, and the shorts are thin enough to see the edges of the underwear.
It was precisely because he noticed that this set of ‘pajamas’ was very thin that Huo Yunchuan chose to open one eye and close one eye.
"Okay." Filling the bathtub with water, he took a deep look at An Wujian.
"Thank you, then I closed the door." After the other party went out, An Wuhao gently closed the door.
Mr. Huo’s bathroom is very large, as said before, there is a floor-to-ceiling square mirror directly opposite the bathtub.
An Wuhao turned his back to the mirror, taking off his clothes in an orderly manner.
Huo Yunchuan stood outside the door, listening to the occasional small voice inside, sweating densely on his forehead and back.
A young boy with slender limbs, his skin is fair and tight, his figure is smooth, he cuts his obedient student's head, showing his ears and half of his forehead, his facial features and forehead are full, and he can stand it from the side.
But it won't be girlish, because the eyebrows are boyish enough, and he is handsome and handsome.
"Have you entered the bathtub?" Huo Yunchuan's voice came from outside the door.
Unharmed, he stopped his left foot about to step into the bathtub, and replied slowly, "No, just about to go in."
Father Huo worried: "Be careful."
The father who loves the baby so much is different from the ruthless father An Wuhao imagined. He is very pleased, at least not to worry about the baby's lack of pain after he leaves...
The warm bath water soaked his body, and his blood flowed up smoothly from the mist, and his cheeks, eye sockets, and weak skin quickly turned red.
When he was soaking well, Huo Yunchuan reminded him in a deep voice: "Ten minutes to get up, get up and put on clothes."
"Oh." An Wuhao didn't dare to say soaking for a while, he got up carefully and turned on the shower to wash his hair: "Huo Yunchuan, where is the hair dryer?"
With a click, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and the tall man walked in and found the hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet: "Stand here." The voice was dumb.
An Wuzheng stood there wearing a big neckline ‘pajamas’, letting the hair on Huo Yunchuan’s snoring head dry in a short while, and the fluffy and fluffy shampoo smell was familiar to Huo Yunchuan.
Slender fingers stroked the black hair, and he asked, "Who asked you to cut this hairstyle?" Obediently.
The little angel said: "Myself." Then he raised his head and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Is there a problem?"
"No." The man was condescending, his faint gaze from his face to the open neckline filled with an easy-to-detect smile.
"It's done, thank you." An Wuhao said, raking his hair with his fingers: "I'm out to watch TV, so I won't delay your bath."
Huo Yunchuan lightly hummed: "I'm not that fast." Then he closed the hair dryer line and put it back in the cabinet.
Found that An Wuhao had left on his own, he didn't want to stay.
As a boy of the salted fish family, he sat on the sofa and watched TV and ate fruits after taking a bath. He saw Mr. Huo walking past his eyes and entering the gym.
Non-sports stars admire a bit, but are not interested, just want to continue to nest.
"..." Huo Yunchuan has developed the habit of exercising since he was in high school, spending an hour in the gym every day.
Regardless of his face and identity, his good figure alone attracted him wave after wave of mad bees and butterflies when he was studying. The number of men and women who self-recommended pillow seats adds up, and it is no exaggeration to say that they can circle Beijing. In a circle.
If it weren't for the frenzied picky stalker, Huo Yunchuan, who is over 30, is not difficult to imagine that he is also a veteran of plucking flowers.
So the little one puts on the little quiet play, the big crazy iron, pulls, and vents the serious excess energy——
The author has something to say:
The cruel and domineering President Huo: Stop talking, iron making me happy,