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Chapter 65:
At night, when it was daytime in the United States, my sister An Wuyu saw her brother's reply and felt relieved.
She just said, even if the eldest brother is married into a wealthy family, he will still be the old brother.
—Such a happy event, of course, is to be returned. Let's talk more about it when we meet. Now my sister is going to class first.
-OK.
Taking advantage of the time when Huo's father was not watching, An Wuhang secretly found the phone and texted on the bed.
—Little fat, I have something that I have kept from you for a long time, and I want to confess to you [cover face/]
Xue Jiyang saw the buddy's message and responded with mixed feelings.
—Big brother, I also want to confess to you something that I have kept from you for a long time.
This development direction is something An Wuhao didn't expect...
—Well, do you want to talk first or do I want to talk?
Xue Jiyang returned.
—Let’s type together, whoever finishes typing first.
—OK.
An Wuhao pursed his mouth and immersed himself in typing.
—I am married and have a baby.
—I’m gay.
The two little friends looked at their respective mobile phone screens: "..."
-Fuck...
-Fuck...
Xue Jiyang was shocked and couldn't believe it.
—You made the female classmate’s belly bigger? Fengzi got married?
Returned blankly without any problems.
—No, it’s someone else making my belly bigger. This is not the point. Are you gay?
Xue Jiyang returned blankly.
—Yes, I’m a gay, and I’ve been with my roommate during winter vacation. You donkey me?
An Wuhui returned with a complicated face.
—I don’t have a donkey, I’m so talented, my child is almost full moon, and I want to invite you to drink full moon wine. roommate? Then bring it together, get to know each other.
Xue Jiyang never recovered, just like a fool.
—Your target is also a man?
"Why?" An Wuhao made a direct call and said, "He is still my parents' immediate boss, twelve years older than me. We met on one-night stands in a bar, high-powered, right?"
Xue Jiyang: "Fucking...fucking..." In addition to lying down, you are still lying down.
This is too damn good.
Xiaopang knows that he is honest and honest, simple and shy, and he is really not good-looking.
"No, but don't you go to school?"
"It's a lie." An Wuhao said, "I won the lottery not long after the college entrance examination. It was the time we went together, do you remember? The boys' break-up meeting."
"Remember." How could Xiaopang not remember: "The time I was disliked by the nightclub girl as Dutoubing."
Xie Ran looked up from the side: "What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything..." Xiaopang turned around, and continued to talk in a smaller voice: "Tsk tsk, buddy, after falling in love, he was put under control."
An Wuhao: "Me too."
Xue Jiyang: "Does your partner look at your phone?"
An Wuhao: "Don't look, he just put it away."
Xue Jiyang touched his nose, which was embarrassing: "Hey, it doesn't matter if I get married and have children. Anyway, I won't have children in my life. By the way, can I be a godfather?"
An Wuhao said, "Yes, you don't mind if the baby has several godfathers."
Xue Jiyang thought about it: "Then be an uncle, haha."
Before she knew it, Xie Ran was already behind him, with her chin resting on his shoulder, and she looked like she was listening.
"Okay, I will send you an invitation in a while," An Wuhao asked, "By the way, what is your partner's name?"
Xue Jiyang glanced aside, and said, "Xie Ran, thanks to the flowers, the flowers are spotlessly stained."
An Wuhao smiled and said, "Okay, I remember it."
At this time the door opened and Huo Yunchuan walked in, followed by the helper Duan Tuban behind him.
An Wuzheng immediately hid the phone, sat on the edge of the bed obediently, and yelled softly: "Yunchuan."
Huo Yunchuan nodded and replied: "Well, let's soak your feet." He instructed the helper to put the tub, then squatted down to lift the trousers of the pajama pants for An Wuhao, and put those feet into the brown hot water.
Soak, knead, and toss repeatedly for 20 minutes.
This can cure body cold and physical weakness, lack of blood qi and other problems.
Huo Yunchuan knew that the little angel's body was not strong, so he adjusted the little angel's body just after giving birth.
Regarding postpartum care, Zhang Ruoqi hired a postpartum nurse for her daughter-in-law to plan her confinement.
Now the food and clothing, the daily life, are incredibly fine.
Dad Huo, who loves him, takes the work of foot therapy on himself, doing it super seriously every time.
The nurse has been working here for a few days, but feel that just can't help.
The host always rushes to do what she wants to do.
Later, she could only take the children to grab Aunt Zhang's work.
Later, the nurse found desperately that she was not robbing Aunt Zhang's job, but still the male owner's job.
"..." So desperate!
"Ah..." An Wuhao yelled, because the soles of his feet were a little painful from being pressed by Dun Dun's father.
He pumped to himself, but couldn't get it back.
"Don't move." Huo Yunchuan held An Wuhao's feet tightly, not allowing him to be squeamish: "Your body is so weak, if you don't take care of it now, how will you live in the future?"
Too weak, he didn't dare to start at all.
Now it's just dangling on his lips, looking at it.
An Wuhao bared his teeth in confusion, isn't his body weak?
He couldn't feel it, after all, during the past year, there was no fever or cold or headache.
In the beginning, the doctor did talk about malnutrition.
However, now he bowed his head and grabbed the flesh on his thigh, obviously chubby.
An Wuhao asked, "Don't you think I'm fat?"
Huo Yunchuan: "I don't think it's just right for you."
After pressing his feet, the man who had been abstinent for a year raised his head and passed his safe figure.
The boy is plump and plump than when he first met, his cheeks are no longer thinner, his forehead is full and the skin is moisturized, his eyes are big, and it is very attractive when he looks at people with a smile.
Probably because of having a child, the simplicity is mixed with a little charm.
President Huo stood up stiffly in his pants, picked up the tub and poured the little angel's foot bath.
In the evening, he carefully washed his white feet, and was pitifully borrowed by him for a night.
Aside from being shy, An Wuhao couldn't do much.
Because of the meticulous care during this period, I borrowed my own feet for half an hour, which seemed nothing compared to the other party's hard work.
After finishing the work, Huo Yunchuan wiped the little angel's feet with a hot and humid towel, and then applied a moisturizing body lotion: "Be good, go to sleep."
The low and deep voice was accompanied by the yawning of two little angels.
An Wuzheng tried to open his eyes, always remembering that he still had important things to say to Huo Yunchuan.
But he was too sleepy, and he fell into a dream after only shouting ‘Yun Chuan’.
With a serious face, Huo's father kissed the little angel on the forehead, and then kissed the little angel on the forehead.
The happy day of toil is not over here.
President Huo Da, who handled the work late at night, went online.
The working area is arranged in the corner of the bedroom, not far from the big bed.
The keyboard used by Mr. Huo is a static capacitor keyboard, even if it is replying to the mail, it will not make any noise.
With a cup of strong tea in his hand, he is refreshing while drinking tea while reading work emails.
In the face of work and partners, it is not as tender and affectionate as the little angel.
Reading a certain document, Huo Yunchuan frowned displeasedly: "..."
He lifted his finger, up and down on the keyboard, sending out.
At 11:30 at work, Huo Dashao, who was used to taking a shower before going to bed, walked into the bathroom again and took a short shower before returning to sleep.
In this kind of lukewarm weather, having a heat source around is a very comfortable thing.
An Wuhao felt warm and comfortable around him in his sleep, so he leaned in.
President Huo, who was rubbed unconsciously against his chest with his cheek by An Wuhao, his body felt hot: "..."
Woke up the next day, An Wuhao found that the man next to him was absent as usual, as if he had gone to morning exercise.
"Dun Dun?"
Dun Dun was not there either, he should have been looked after by Aunt Zhang in the next room.
The adolescent who sleeps well has fair and smooth skin in the morning. After getting up and washing his face, he is clear and in a particularly good condition.
However, An Wuhao didn't pay much attention to his appearance.
He got up, put on a cotton jacket, and sat on the edge of the bed for a while.
Then went to wash and comb hair, and sat on the sofa in the house, waiting for the maids and aunts to bring breakfast.
Usually the safe and sound breakfast is delivered, and Huo Yunchuan will also come back.
The sweaty man would take a battle bath, and then sit down to eat breakfast with Anwu.
The little angel is not lively in private, and is quite silent if he doesn't tease him.
The little angels who are active relatives will only see them when they are in a particularly good mood.
For example, An Wuhao greeted Huo Yunchuan softly: "Morning."
Then just concentrate on eating.
Father Huo stared at his face and moved the delicious food to him.
"Well, you can eat too." An Wuhao said, this little red bean was eaten yesterday.
Because he thought it was delicious and made it again today.
In fact, the truth is not so.
"Yeah." Huo Yunchuan picked up a breakfast he had ordered the kitchen to make with beneficial ingredients and put it in his mouth.
Sweet but not greasy, no wonder being loved by little angels.
Other colors are served early, or add red dates, or add walnuts, which are delicious and will not be disgusting.
Anyway, if this Man Sao man didn't say anything, the young An Wuhao wouldn't know how much thought the other party had put on him.
"Did you sleep late last night?" The young boy cared.
"It's not very late." Huo Yunchuan replied.
"Oh." An Wuhao held the spoon a little hesitantly: "Anyway, it's fine to go to bed before twelve o'clock. You try not to exceed twelve o'clock in the future, right?"
As a person whose only one is under control, he had never been in charge of Huo Yunchuan's affairs before Sheng Dun Dun, and this was the first time he was beeping quietly.
Huo Yunchuan was taken aback. He nodded after eating a pound of candy when he got up early: "Okay."
An Wuhao asked again: "How many times did Dun Dun wake up last night? Did he wet the bed?"
Papa Huo replied: "I woke up twice and urinated twice."
Thinking of his son's feat of sprinkling while eating, the perfectionist old man looked calm and didn't plan to share it with the little angel.
"Thanks for your hard work." An Wuhao said. He felt that Huo Yunchuan had to take care of himself and Dun Dun, and he had to deal with work, especially hard: "When I am out of confinement, I can take turns with you to take care of Dun Dun. Dun."
"..." What President Huo thought in his heart was that his son cried so loudly last night. You still sleep like a pig, can you get up.
nonexistent.
So he was too lazy to refute the little angel.
Soon after, the invitation that Huo Xiao asked someone to make was finished and was sent home by the staff.
The invitation is beautifully done, and the Huo family father and son think it's ok after the acceptance.
So distribute them and write their own posts.
Huo Xiao asked An Wuhao for the address of the fifty letters of the family, and called for someone to deliver it personally.
In fact, plus the estimated loss, the total is 60.
Elder Huo asked for some by himself, presumably an old friend who invited him.
Huo Yunchuan and An Wuhao also brought back a lot, but they were mainly Huo Yunchuan's friends and business partners.
The young boy opened his mobile phone address book and felt that the full moon banquet of his baby son was only once in his life, so he invited everyone who could be invited.
The one who helped him write the post, of course, was President Huo Da.
Dun Dun's father's pen calligraphy is very vigorous and powerful, which is enviable.
An Wuhao wondered: "How did you send that post?"
President Huo glanced at him: "You ask for the address and someone will deliver it."
In Anhui's mind, the scene of Huo's driver driving the extended Rolls Royce to send the wedding invitation... Then he shook his head, thinking it was impossible.
"Yeah! Then I'll ask for the address."
An Wuhao sent a cheerful and polite message to those who he wanted to invite.
He has been pondering these pieces of information for a long time, because he doesn't want to be thought that he wants red envelopes, so.
However, very few people gave him an address.
Usually they say that they are not available, or that it is inconvenient. Some people are surprised how he got married and had children so early?
Congratulations to him after winking his eyes and teasing, and then he still didn't come.
An Wuhao had never thought about this situation before, and only accepted the facts after receiving replies.
"Okay, it doesn't matter, excuse me! I wish you a happy life, old classmate!"
The unhappy teenager calmly replied to everyone who said that he was embarrassed, indicating that he was disturbed.
Really, this situation should be considered before.
It’s not because you post others yourself to save face...
The little angel made some statistics on her own, and finally gave him the names and addresses of six classmates and teachers, as well as the addresses of father Huo. Among them, one of them was the object of a small partner, so he made up six of them.
Huo Yunchuan glanced at it and said lightly: "Sixty-six is smooth, not bad."
"..." The stubborn little angel resisted crying.
Huo Dashao hugged his heart and soul on his legs, grabbed his hand and wrote invitations to the six face-saving "friends".
Huo Dashao ignorant of his conscience and exclaimed: "My family's Chao Chao handwriting is so beautiful."
The little angel Chao Chao, the master of pen writing, tried hard not to laugh: "Puff..." But she couldn't help it!