Is it so late over there
An Wuyang frowned and said with concern, "Have you eaten yet? Are you tired?" What he wanted to say was that at this hour, there is actually no need to call him, just rest early.
"I've eaten, I just returned to the hotel." Huo Yunchuan heard his voice, and the bird's anger from the foreigner he had just received outside just now calmed down a little.
"Are you tired?" An Wuyang asked again.
Mr. Huo opened a yellow accent for the first time across almost half the world, and said, "I'm not tired. It's not a problem to do it with you three or five times right away."
It's just that my heart is tired, and I use my brain around a group of treacherous old fritters.
And he has a tough temper.
If there is no assistant around, I don't know how much talk has collapsed these days.
"You..." An Wuyang glanced at the classmates around, blushing and finding a quiet corner to continue talking with him: "I'm going to class soon, you've been tired all day, why don't you take a hot bath and go to bed earlier? "
The other end of the phone said, "Don't worry, just say a few more words to me."
An Wuyang's heart softened, he nodded obediently, and his voice softened involuntarily: "I miss you so much."
There was a chuckle over there, which once again made An Wuyang feel itchy in his ears.
Ashamed, he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you laughing at, didn't you ask me to tell you a few more words?"
Now I say and laugh at it, don't say it.
Huo Yunchuan said, "You are not allowed to laugh when you are happy?"
An Wuyang has nothing to do, scratching the other ear and continuing to talk to him: "Dun Dun misses you too, we both miss you." As the little prince of love, he has a special skill of being shy and unrestrained: "You hurry up Come back, if you don't come back... the condoms in the drawer are about to expire."
There was a brief silence over there.
After a while, Huo Yunchuan took a long breath and said, "Little villain."
"Ha ha."
"In three days, I'll go back, don't tell me you're tired then."
Safe and sound: "… "
The two chatted for a while, and suddenly someone knocked on Huo Yunchuan's door. He said to the little angel on the phone, "Wait a minute, I'll open the door."
Just at this time, the school bell also rang: "Yunchuan, hang up, I'm going to class." An Wuyang said that he heard a lady's voice on the phone, seemingly speaking a foreign language that he couldn't understand. , didn't mind either.
Huo Yunchuan returned to him after a while: "I have something to deal with, you can go to class."
"Okay." An Wuyang said, "Goodbye, wait for you to come back."
He hung up the phone neatly over there, looking like he had something to deal with.
It's not easy to do business, it's really hard, this is the only thought after An Wuyang was hung up.
In the next few days, Huo Yunchuan was really busy, traveling in several areas in a row, and he had to deal with unexpected situations while rushing to the field.
In this case, it is only guaranteed to make one call to An Wuyang every day.
Sometimes for ten minutes, sometimes for three or five minutes.
Every time, An Wuyang urged Huo Yunchuan to hang up the phone and hurry up to rest.
But he found that as long as there was no urgent matter to be dealt with, Huo Yunchuan would not be in a hurry, which seemed rather sticky.
A little unexpected.
An Wuyang thought so secretly, but his heart was sweet.
However, neither of them are the kind of people who talk a lot. He is very satisfied if they can talk aimlessly for more than ten minutes.
To be honest, after having an auntie nanny in the family, the task of taking care of the children suddenly became easier.
Staying home safe and sound, finds plenty of time to splurge.
The row of baking-related books on the shelf has not been touched for a long time.
When I was arranging the bookshelf today, when I saw those books, I felt very cordial.
While holding the book, he muttered: "No wonder the mothers always say that after getting married and having children, they revolve around their children..."
This is a fact.
After giving birth to Dundun, in addition to studying, daily life is to take care of the baby.
Maybe even the simplest croissant has forgotten how to make it.
Thinking of this, An Wuyang walked to the kitchen with a book in hand, found the materials and tools left before, and prepared to make some croissants.
"Zhangjiang, are you making bread?" Aunt Zhang said in surprise.
"Well, I haven't practiced for a long time, I'm afraid I forgot." The young man replied to her.
"Yes, if you don't practice for a long time, you will be born with hands." Aunt Zhang said with experience.
The two chatted in the kitchen for a while, and then she asked, "when will Mr. Huo be back?"
He was in the process of meeting An Wuhuo, and his hands stopped. Because of the mention of Huo Yunchuan's name, he couldn't help feeling palpitations in his chest.
An Wuyang said, "It will be about two days later, and I should be back in three days at the latest." Then he remixed the dough.
I found that there is only meat floss in the refrigerator, and this time I made all the meat floss flavors.
As it bakes, the aroma of the bread slowly comes out of the oven.
It made An Wuhang, who was not very much looking forward to it, also become looking forward to it.
After taking out the baked bread, he couldn't wait to taste a piece. The richness of the bread matched the slightly salty taste of the meat floss just right.
Unexpectedly delicious.
"Aunt Zhang, Aunt Lin, come and eat the bread, it's delicious." An Wuyang said happily and brought out all the bread.
After a few people have eaten it, let the rest cool and pack it in a paper bag.
"I'm going out." He delivered bread to his classmates at school.
"Take care," Aunt Zhang urged. She turned around and said to Aunt Lin, "I'm right, I'm right, he is a child with solid eyes."
Sincere to everyone, it is no wonder that Mr. Huo is always worried that he has been deceived.
In the dormitory of Shangda University, it is a cool and shady day. The boys are hiding in the dormitory, playing games and listening to music. No one wants to go downstairs to eat.
Because going out alone means being the hero of the dormitory - helping other roommates with meals.
So why!
don't go.
"Alas." Brother Yuanhang growled with hunger, closed his book, and prepared to sacrifice his ego to fulfill his great self.
At this time, the door of the dormitory was knocked, and everyone looked at each other, because the four roommates in the dormitory were all neatly present.
"Who is it?" Xu Yuanhang went down to open the door, saw An Wuhang standing outside the door, and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"
An Wuyang smiled at him and lifted the bread in his hand: "I made meat floss bread for you to eat."
"Fuck!" Xu Yuanhang smelled a scent, and immediately hugged the paper bag containing the bread in his arms like a hungry wolf: "It's really timely rain, ah, timely rain, Xiao An, you are the people's little angel!"
When the people in the dormitory heard that there was food, they swarmed over: "The third child, is there anything to eat?"
"Yes." Xu Yuanhang howled: "Xiao An has brought us food!"
Wen Ling, who was playing games with headphones on, took off the headphones and looked safe and sound, with a very surprised look: "Here?" Everyone was robbing food, but he asked, "Aren't you coming in?"
An Wuyang shook his head and said, "No, I'll go back right away." Then he was afraid that Xu Yuanhang and the others had divided up all the bread and didn't leave one for Wenling, so he specifically said, "Brother Yuanhang, remember to leave two for Wenling! "
Xu Yuanhang jokingly said: "I know, what you gave, will I still lose him?"
Then he came over to share food for Wenling.
In the midst of their laughs and troubles, An Wuyang also said goodbye and left.
"Hey, come back to your senses." Xu Yuanhang bumped into Wenling, so that he could keep his eyes on the door, and said, "I know, Xiao An is very good, but you showed up too late, buddy."
Wen Ling smiled, turned around and put on the headphones to continue playing the game.
"Alas..." Xu Yuanhang's sigh was isolated from a pair of headphones.
The fourth is immersed in the game.
Sure enough, it started to rain when it was overcast.
Fortunately, An Wuyang walked two steps faster on the way back, otherwise he might be drowned in the soup without an umbrella.
When I got home, I saw two aunties knitting sweaters and watching TV in the living room, which was a stark contrast to the wind, rain and cold outside.
An Wuyi remembered the scene when the three siblings were trapped at home to kill time on a rainy day when they were young.
They would play poker and play games that now seem retarded.
The sound of rain woke Dun Dun in the cot: "Woo woo..." This squeamish young master rolled his eyes, stopped immediately after seeing his father, and wanted to hug him.
An Wuyang picked him up and told him that it was raining now, which was normal.
I don't know if my son understood, but he stopped crying anyway, and began to lie on his shoulders naughty, pulling his ears.
"It's so naughty." An Wuyang said with a grin, and quickly put the little bastard who wanted debts down.
I saw him running to the side of the two aunts - the target was the brightly colored ball of yarn.
"Dare." Aunt Zhang raised her hand and slapped her hand, pretending to be angry and threatening.
Dun Dun raised his head, glanced at Aunt Zhang, turned around and threw himself into his father's arms, but that didn't mean he lost interest in the wool ball, he took his father's hand to get it.
An Wuyang loves children, but is not used to children.
"You can't play with balls of wool," he said, bringing his son's favorite bear toy: "Here, your brother bear."
Dun Dun then took the bear toy and threw it away. He was angry.
"Hey, do you like to play or not." The little dad said, "When your big dad comes back, I'll sue him."
Three days later, Huo Yunchuan's work was finally over.
When you're done, call An Wuyang: "Aangyou."
Finally, waiting for the call again, An Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's Monday today, are you still not back?" His voice was full of doubts, and he was cautiously coquettish: "Speaking doesn't count, it makes me think wildly."
Just last night, An Wuyang wanted to take the initiative to call and ask, but he wasn't sure what Huo Yunchuan was doing, so he didn't call.
Huo Yunchuan hurriedly said, "Come back from school at noon for dinner."
A sentence frightened An Wuyi stupidly: "Noon? Do you mean noon?" He couldn't believe it.
It's past seven in the morning, isn't that how many hours are left
An Wuyang is very happy, this morning's class is more absent-minded than the previous week.
He is coming back.
Great.