Commercial Stadium, five o'clock in the afternoon.
The tennis club and the basketball club occupy the left and right sides, without interfering with each other.
The sound of the racket hitting the ball was occasionally drowned out by the cheers of the next door dunking; but there were also times when someone in the tennis club caused a commotion with a handsome serve, which completely attracted the attention of the stands.
Of course this person will not be safe.
… In fact, he doesn't even have a very standard serve.
"There are a lot of little girls behind you." The panting Wen Ling came over with the beat in a sweat, leaned on the railing on the side of the court, put down the beat, bent over to pick up his mineral water, unscrewed the lid and looked up. Take a sip.
An Wuyang was also resting, his sweaty cheeks flushed.
The white sports headband on his forehead was already soaked through.
He picked up the hem of his clothes and fanned his face. Hearing this, he was stunned for a while, and then he looked back, and sure enough, he saw many classmates holding up their mobile phones.
"Didn't lie to you?" Based on Wen Ling's understanding of An Wuyang, he felt that 90% of the other party would be shy.
"Hi..." An Wuyang waved at the stand.
"..." Wen Ling was immediately slapped in the face and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.
The next second, he immediately covered his ears with his palms, and only released them after a full minute.
Such a foresighted show operation made An Wuyi stunned for a moment.
Then he tilted his head slightly in pain, and looked at the next door with his dark eyes, which read brightly 'Why didn't you remind me? ' This line of words.
Wen Ling smiled: "You can enjoy it slowly." He drank enough water, patted An Wu's shoulder, picked up the beat and left.
An Wuyang also wanted to leave, but as soon as he set off, the young ladies behind him shouted happily, "Chai! Look here and take a frontal photo of you!"
Footsteps froze.
What... what a strange name
The humiliated and helpless tennis boy turned his head back in embarrassment.
The ladies and sisters laughed again, raising their mobile phones to take pictures of him.
I saw the frozen picture on the mobile phone, the dazzling sunset and the backlit sports teenager, holding a racket in one hand, slightly clenching a fist in the other, and the embarrassing and kind smile on his face, which is more beautiful than the sunset.
Capture is only a momentary thing.
The little fairies were in a good mood when they took the photo: "It's taken!" They said to An Wuyang in the most gentle tone of their lives: "Little sweet, go back to play."
"… "
During the whole process, An Wuyang looked confused: "Oh." He asked suddenly: "Have you eaten?"
The fairies on the opposite side were equally stunned: "Hey? Not yet..." After class, they came over to squat.
no…
After they answered, they reacted with hindsight: "!!!" The cordial greetings from Xiao Tiantian were so sweet that they fell in love with them.
"Then go eat." An Wuyang said, "I'm done training and I'm going back soon."
After speaking, he smiled and waved his paws before leaving.
"..." The little fairies collectively took a deep breath, feeling like they were so cute... It was a little difficult to breathe.
They suddenly had the same idea, and they were so envious of Mr. Huo.
"Whoever takes the best photos, fix it and send it to share." After a wave of favorite healing brothers, the fairies began to organize the photos they just took.
"Would you like to send one to Lao Huo?" said a devil in the crowd.
This question made the audience silent, and the atmosphere became solemn.
They seem to have forgotten one important thing.
This group of people from Shang University were warriors who had been warned by Huo Yunchuan not long ago.
Since Huo Yunchuan personally came to speak at the University of Commerce, most of the face fans lurking in the school have recovered their senses and have not paid any more attention to safety.
At most, when they meet by chance on the road, they look at them calmly, and the rest of the time they are treated as ordinary alumni.
The remaining part of the more persistent little fairies are really not many.
They like being safe and sound so much, they choose to pay attention silently, and there will be no more blockades and gifts.
In the morning two weeks later, the autumn wind was a little cool.
Huo Yunchuan, dressed in a black formal suit, walked out of the house. At the same time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. It was Secretary Chen's call: "Speak."
"President," Secretary Chen said, "Uh, the person in charge of XX sports brand Asia suddenly contacted us... Said that he intended to let Young Master An endorse their brand."
Secretary Chen's words brought Huo Yunchuan back to two weeks ago.
A picture of An Wuyang playing on the court has been hot on the Internet for a while. For some reason, the clothes and shoes, and even the sports headband... have become a hit.
It is said to be sold out.
This incident has been reported by the media, and An Wuyang has another name - the little prince with goods.
Huo Yunchuan frowned and said, "What makes him think that I can't afford a wife and son?" He needs to let the little angel go out to accept endorsements, and Huo Yunchuan has not yet gotten to this point.
Secretary Chen was trembling and hurriedly said, "Okay president, I will reject him immediately."
To be honest, the sports brand XX is not bad, and its endorsements are also very popular, but the president is right, the Huo family is not poor enough to rely on endorsements to make a living.
Invisibly, An Wuyang lost an opportunity to get rich overnight.
But he didn't know.
It's autumn now, and the fleshy Dun Dun is seven months old and has just learned to sit still.
When there is no class, he will run home eagerly and teach his son to learn to crawl...
At this time, Dad Huo went out to work.
He is showing people with a cold face in the company: "What's the matter with you, Gao Yan? Are you supposed to make such a low-level mistake?"
The company made a mistake, and Huo Yunchuan caught Gao Yan and scolded him in the conference room.
"..." Gao Yan was trained like a grandson and didn't dare to say a word.
Everyone in the room who participated in the meeting bowed their heads, because they knew that when the CEO scolds Gao Yan, it means scolds them.
An Cheng sat in it, but he didn't dare to let out the air and tightened his skin.
Speaking of this son-in-law, he is really afraid...
The neighbors on the left and right are still looking at him secretly, as if he has a way to make the president stop mad.
"Snapped-"
Huo Yunchuan threw the stack of documents in his hand onto the table.
He had a headache looking at these data: "You are all old people in the company. I don't want to say more about the basic things. Go down and review it yourself."
After the meeting, An Cheng stood at the door of the president's office and hesitated.
"Father-in-law?" Huo Yunchuan raised his head, caught sight of An Cheng showing half of his body, and said suddenly.
An Cheng was taken aback. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time his son-in-law called his father-in-law, which made him very nervous.
"Yunchuan." He smiled and walked in bravely.
"Sit." Huo Yunchuan looked natural and seemed to be in a good mood.
Is this weird
"Okay." An Cheng was nervous, sitting in front of his son-in-law and boss, and asked cautiously, "Zhang Yue and Dun Dun, how are you doing recently?"
Speaking of the little angel at home, President Huo's dignified face just now suddenly warmed, and he replied, "They are all fine."
An Cheng nodded, smiled, and looked a little disappointed: "That's good, I'll just ask." The simple and honest man lowered his head and plucked up his courage, and said a few more words without fear of being offensive: "It's been cold recently. , let Wuyang pay more attention to his body, he was especially prone to colds when he was a child..."
Huo Yunchuan nodded: "I will."
An Cheng thinks about it too, the second child is taken care of by the Huo family, and his life is better than at home before.
"Hey." That's fine.
The second child they are most worried about will be better off than they can imagine.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Huo Yunchuan finished his work for the day and stepped into the house in a dusty manner.
The first time I saw the picture, it can be said that it is very special.
His family, one big and one small, arched their butts and crawled on the carpet, with a sense of selflessness and devotion that thought of themselves as quadrupeds.
From time to time, I hear Cui Shengsheng's complaints...
"Stupid Dundun, don't lift your left foot when you raise your left hand," An Wuyang lay on the carpet, correcting his son's fault for the countless times, but he found in despair that Dundun's children did not distinguish between left and right: "Hey..." I want to pull my hair every minute.
"Well..." Dun Dun saw a familiar person at the entrance with sharp eyes, his fat body paused for a second, and then crawled forward as if hanging.
Looking at it from an unharmed point of view, I feel as if I see a moving hill...
Huo Yunchuan stood still, until Dun Dun's little hand was about to touch his leather shoes, he bent down and hugged Dun Dun, and kissed him silently.
"Didn't you say that you only kissed me alone?"
Seeing Dad Huo kissing the baby, the little angel's heart shattered into pieces, and he lay on the ground and complained softly.
Huo Yunchuan glanced at him, then hugged Dundun to find the small wooden bed.
After settling down, he came over to coax the older one: "Get up." The old man condescendingly kicked the coquettish little angel.
"I don't want to get up." An Wuyang said, resting his head on Dad Huo's leather shoes by the way.
Looking up, he was horrified to find that, looking at his mouth from this angle, he was still tall, handsome, and temperamental.
"Then what do you think?" Huo Yunchuan raised his eyebrows and asked. If his subordinates saw him like this, they would have shivered to clarify what they didn't want to do.
"I'll tell you when you come down." An Wuyang looked at him eagerly.
It was so hard to grind that the other party lifted his trousers and knelt down. The shriveled young man suddenly let out a treacherous and short laugh, turned over and climbed onto the other party's back: "Drive! Pippi shrimp, let's go!"
Mr. Huo, who was named Pipi Shrimp in an instant: "..."
Once again, I deeply realize that the generation gap cannot be eliminated, and it cannot be eliminated in this life.
"You, you should move..." An Wuyang beeped in a low voice, obviously not sure if her husband who was bullied by him as Pippi Shrimp would be angry.
Although he wanted to play with his daughter-in-law, but Mr. Huo, who couldn't get past the hurdle in his heart, was stiff: "..." Like a dead shrimp that suffocated to death.
"Okay... Then I'll come down..." An Wuyang said, looking a little lost.
Huo Yunchuan heard that the little angel was happy, and immediately frowned: "No need." He stopped, kneeling on the ground in his suit and leather shoes, and took off the watch on his wrist and put it aside...