After successfully ending the conversation with Mr. Huo, An Wuyang put away his sweet and greasy smile, glanced at the cold and hard man next door, and returned the phone to him: "Talk to Grandpa and coax him more. "
After experiencing marriage, having children, and the transformation of the relationship with his family, the simple and straightforward boy in the past did not want anything.
At least he now understands that even family relationships need to be managed carefully.
"Yeah." Huo Yunchuan replied in a low voice, then walked past him to hug his son who started crying after waking up.
This little guy is sometimes very skinny and recognizes people when he wakes up.
Aunt Zhang couldn't hold him, so Huo Yunchuan or An Wuyang had to hug him.
"Don't cry." Huo Yunchuan picked up his son and gently wiped away the tears on the other side's face.
"Hiccup..." Dun Dun's chubby face lay on his father's shoulders, his crying eyes were red and watery, and he looked extraordinarily beautiful.
The facial features may follow the best parts of the two fathers. No matter the nose and eyes are good-looking, if nothing else, Huo Xiaoan will definitely be a goddess harvester when he grows up.
An Wuyang glanced at them and didn't have time to get together and play together.
Before the homework assigned by the school was finished, he moved a small stool and studied on the low oval table in the living room.
The original table here was square, but it was replaced by Huo Yunchuan with an oval shape.
As for the reasons, parents with children know.
An Wuyang reads and writes while listening to English, and the white headphone cord hangs around her slender neck.
There are also English classes after school, but they are not as deep as Huo Yunchuan.
Ever since Huo Yunchuan's guidance, An Wuyang's English level, sorry, is still slowly rising.
Basic dictation is fine, just not good at speaking.
"Dun Dun, don't make trouble." Huo Yunchuan hugged Dun Dun and sat beside An Wuyang, stopping Xiao Chuan Tuan from reaching out for the earphone cable for the Nth time.
In the end, I had no choice but to keep holding on.
"Woo." Huo Xiaoan showed signs of flat mouth.
"Let him go." An Wuyang said.
"Isn't it you who blamed me for being too fond of him yesterday?" Huo Yunchuan said helplessly.
"… "
He and An Wuyang looked at each other for a moment, and the other party's eyes were a little insistent.
"Okay." He let Dun Dun go.
Dun Dun, who had been honest for a minute, repeated his old tricks and hit it with one blow, grabbing the sound headphone cord in his hand.
The earplugs were ripped out of the safe ears.
"Shit." This son is really too skinny.
Originally wanted to say that Huo Yunchuan would hold Dun Dun far away, but the stupid meat dumpling handed the earphone to him and spoke the Martian language seriously.
Although the two fathers couldn't understand a single word, they couldn't bear Dun Dun's rich expressions and vivid body language.
"what… "
"He said I'll give it back to you." Huo Yunchuan's translator.
An Wuyi was so cute that he was speechless, and the idea of forgetting came into his mind.
"Be good, or you'll stay in the house." He took the earphones back and put them on, and went back to study.
Little Fatty's big dad has a computer in front of him.
He held the baby with one hand and typed on the keyboard with the other.
"I'll be vaccinated tomorrow," Huo Yunchuan asked, "Are there morning classes?"
"Let's take a look." An Wuyang took out his mobile phone to check the timetable. Halfway through the search, he had a strange expression and said calmly, "You haven't memorized my timetable yet?"
Pack.
"..." President Huo, who was exposed, was not afraid at all. He simply showed the wolf's tail and decided dictatorially: "It's not an important class, you can go with Dundun."
Monday morning, Prevention Center.
Even Mr. Huo, who is worth tens of billions of dollars, brings his baby over for vaccinations, but he still has to abide by the rules and queue up in a civilized manner.
However, in a place like the prevention center, there are thousands of people, and the children cry one after another.
Huo Yunchuan wore a mask and held his son in front of him.
Dun Dun is eating a pacifier, and his quiet little appearance is very obedient among the noisy children.
A teenager with a backpack on his knees, a mask and hat.
Hearing the phone ringing, he took it out and took a look.
It was Brother Yuanhang's WeChat: "I said Xiao An, why did you skip class again?" As a true academic tyrant who performed abnormally in the college entrance examination, he thought Xiao An was a like-minded friend at first.
The result will not be said, this girl skips classes every three days, how can she look like a school tyrant.
"..." An Wuyang glanced at Mr. Huo and Mr. Huo next door, thinking to himself, the identity of joining the Huo family has been exposed, and there are probably many people who should know that Huo Yunchuan has a son. It seems that there is nothing to hide. on.
He replied, "Brother Yuanhang, I have something to do this morning. I took my son for vaccinations, but I didn't mean to skip class."
Xu Yuanhang: "???"
What? A young boy of 18 or 19 years old, his classmate Xiao An actually has a son
Xu Yuanhang was a little stunned, and stammered, he told his common friends with Xiao An about this.
Wen Ling: "His object, Mr. Huo, does have a son." The older boy, who didn't know much about this, touched his chin: "According to the outside world, it seems that he was looking for a surrogate."
Xu Yuanhang's IQ and EQ are quite good. Hearing this, he sighed: "It's not good for a wealthy family to have no children."
Wen Ling didn't say anything about it, it was An Wuyang's choice after all.
An Wuyang accompanies Dundun to get his vaccinations and comes to school in the afternoon for a professional class.
As soon as he sat down, he was strongly condemned by brother Yuanhang. The other party hated iron and said, "Student Xiao An, I know that your family has mines, but this is not acceptable."
An Wuyang smiled and said, "I can study at home, okay." Then he extended his hand to Xueba's friend: "Lend me a copy of the class notes in the morning."
Xu Yuanhang pouted and smiled: "Didn't you say that you have studied, so what are you copying?"
An Wuyi looked at him for a moment, turned his head and patted Wen Ling's arm: "Brother Ling, borrow a note." Although this is not a scholar, and he doesn't seem to show anything in class, but An Wuyi has seen Wen Ling before. Ling's notes are clearly written and beautifully handwritten.
Wen Ling smiled and lent him the note.
"Come on, didn't you promise to give him some education?" Xu Yuanhang was heartbroken, looking at Wen Ling, who had betrayed.
"Is it useful, don't worry about it." Wen Ling was playing on his mobile phone and said while playing games: "The day after tomorrow is a long vacation, and the tennis club is going to prepare to go to Q Big to play a friendly match during the vacation. Are you going?"
An Wuyang knew that he was talking to himself, and thought about it for a while: "Of course, I am also a member of the tennis club."
Before they went to the Q University with the Shangda Tennis Club, An Wuyang did not know that their Shangda Tennis Club, in the major colleges and universities in Beijing, had a team known as a nouveau riche.
The source of this claim is due to their junior president Zhang, a former youth group champion who is handsome, talented, and arrogant.
He has extremely high demands on his team, and likewise invests time, energy and money on the team to a very high level.
Such a team with only people and money is domineering in colleges and universities and has a small reputation.
However, in the past year, the 'getting older' President Zhang may have passed the second phase of the middle school, and he has rarely taken the initiative to post battle posts to cause trouble.
The Q major league match was initiated by the other party. President Zhang pushed it a few times and couldn't push it, so he had to fight.
On the last day of training before the long vacation, in a corner of the stadium, two young people were standing or sitting: "Zhang Er, are your hands ready?"
President Zhang, who was the second eldest, left a simple place like the school, and was called Second Young Master Zhang by unfamiliar people, and Zhang Er by familiar friends.
"It's okay, even if your hands aren't good, you can knock them over." Zhang Er said.
"Find a foreign aid, you will definitely lose in the past now," the team member said.
"Then watch it." The sharp-eyed young man ended the topic and stared at the court: "Am I getting old? Even a rookie without talent finds it cute."
The team members followed his gaze and saw the little rookie in the mouth of the president: "Uh..."
It's really cute to practice so hard.
"President! Even the seniors!" An Wuyang was sweating profusely, chasing the tennis ball that was running all the way, and came to the two seniors, watching the ball being cut off by the president.
"Here." The opponent threw the ball back to him.
"Thank you." The teenager who got the tennis ball smiled slightly, turned around and ran back to the court, his slender figure was under the fitted sportswear, and the waistline was looming.
After finishing training, he stood on the edge of the court, took out a water bottle from his backpack and drank to quench his thirst.
The classmates gathered around the court watching the handsome guys play, obviously very much like to see their every move.
"Meet at the school gate at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, remember not to be late." Wen Ling walked past An Wuyang with wet hair, raised his wrist-wearing hand, and patted the other person's shoulder.
"Okay, see you tomorrow." An Wuyang packed up and went home.
The strange thing is that after entering the house, the house is deserted, there is no smell of Aunt Zhang's cooking, and there is no cry of Dundun.
An Wuyang threw down his backpack, found the man who was lifting iron in the gym, leaned on the fitness equipment and asked, "Where are Yun Chuan, Dun Dun and Aunt Zhang?"
"Go home." Huo Yunchuan said.
"Oh." An Wuyang got the answer, not ready to go.
Huo Yunchuan's muscles were stretched out when he was exercising, and the heartbeat of the young man who was often close to him was beating like a drum.
"I'm going to take a shower." An Wuyang took another look and said.
The sweat on his body was too heavy, but he still liked the freshness of his body.
In the evening, the stinky man who had been exercising all day pressed him from the bathroom to the room, with outrageous energy.
An Wuyang pushed the weight on his body, and said with a sense of mission: "Go on, I'm going to play the Q-big game tomorrow!"
"So powerful?" Huo Yunchuan was proud for a while, and then suspicious: "Shangda Tennis Club is empty? Need you to play?"
Safe and sound: "… "
Huo's father stunned the little angel in one sentence.
"Okay, when I didn't say it." Mr. Huo took back the foreword solemnly, and continued to squeeze the 'burdened' tennis teenager with a taciturn attitude.