It's not that An Wuyang likes watching Korean dramas, but the pictures are exquisite and the content is interesting.
How do you know that just after two glances, the male and female protagonists were arguing on the front feet, and a romantic BGM sounded on the back feet. The two began to kiss fiercely, and the shocked face of An Wuyu could not be relieved.
"Change channel." A depressing command came from behind, and at the same time, one hand followed the remote control in the child's hand and switched to the news channel without a word.
In the safe memory, this scene seems familiar.
It was a distant childhood memory. Once he watched a comedy Hong Kong movie with his father and younger brother.
There is a scene of flirting between men and women. I remember a woman wearing fishnet stockings and a bra, put a bunch of grapes on her chest, and coquettishly invited the man on the opposite side to taste it.
The younger brother, who was holding the remote control, was immediately ordered by his father to change the channel, but in the end, the father did it himself and robbed the younger brother of the remote control and changed it.
So when he saw Huo Yunchuan today, he thought of his father.
It is said that the relationship between father and son will be a little more intimate than that between mother and son.
Thinking of this, An Wuyang ate a piece of melon.
The man sitting next to him had dark eyes, complex and measured, and it was impossible to change the channel. Watching too many Korean TV dramas affected the emotional outlook and even the sexual orientation of young people.
"Don't eat it." Huo Yunchuan took the salad bowl from the table and put it in the kitchen.
Aunt Zhang prepared the food and brought it out to them at half past five: "Mr. Huo, then I'll go back first. After you've eaten, you can put the tableware and chopsticks in the washbasin first. I'll put them in the sink tomorrow. Come and wash again."
This is what Huo Yunchuan meant, otherwise Aunt Zhang would not dare to speak.
She knew in her heart that Mr. Huo was away from home all day, and only had time to accompany his family for a meal at night, and naturally he didn't want others to disturb him.
So he walked away knowingly.
The meals are all good, at least An Wuyang's eating at home is not as good as one-tenth of the past few days. Whether it is the ingredients or the taste, he likes it very much.
Sweet and sour appetizers, salty and fragrant, green vegetables are just so-so.
Huo Yunchuan watched the little angel's habit of picking vegetables and couldn't bear it: "Eat some green ones."
But this cabbage was white and tasteless. An Wuyang looked at the half of the cabbage beside his mouth, weighing the consequences of giving face and not giving face, and finally opened his mouth and bit Mr. Huo's chopsticks.
Huo Yunchuan's fingers gripping the chopsticks tightened, and he became more and more cautious. He carefully fed them with one hundred and twenty hearts: "How much do you have for lunch?"
An Wuyang said, "Little two bowls." In addition, there was: "A whole plate of prawns, Aunt Zhang probably ate four or five, and I ate the rest."
The other party's appetite was pleasing, and the president was very happy: "Have you vomited?" asked nervously.
"No." Shrimp is so expensive, An Wuyang smiled and said, "How dare you vomit."
Huo Dashao paused with his chopsticks, his heart sank slightly, and asked calmly, "How are your parents? What industry do you work in?"
Eating happily, he kept his mind and said vaguely: "It's all good, they work in large companies, and I don't know what they do." But he didn't want to reveal that his parents worked under the Huo family. .
"Really?" In other words, An Wuyang's family is at least a middle-class family, and it will not be reduced to the point where they can't afford shrimp or turn on the air conditioner, let alone work part-time to make money at a young age.
The old man who was thinking about this question slowed his breathing and said with a clear head: "How many times does Mom and Dad talk to you in a month?"
"..." An Wuyang was startled.
conversation? His eyes slowly rolled, Xu Xu took a look at Huo Yunchuan's expression, and the other party was looking at him, unable to see anything else.
He thoughtfully said, "Why do you want to talk to me? Except for my bad studies, everything else is good."
Huo Yunchuan paused and asked in another way: "Do they care about your life?" Anyway, in the past few days when he took care of An Wuyang, he never saw An Wuyang answer the phone at home, not a single one.
Looking at the stunned look of the little boy, it also explained everything.
The old man held back his evil fire and had nowhere to vent.
If it was Huo Yunchuan's child who got pregnant during a one-night stand with someone else at a bar, he would make the child tell him the first time and ask him for help, instead of hiding it alone, he could only ask a stranger for help.
An Wuyi didn't dare to tell his parents that the crux was only two points. Mr. Huo, the old fritters, knew that one was afraid of disappointing his parents, and the other was afraid of causing trouble to his parents.
fart.
My precious son, how come the disappointment and trouble...
Mr. Huo's face was not quite right, and the atmosphere around him became dark and cold. An Wuyi, who didn't want to touch his head, would eat obediently, and he would eat whatever the other party took.
I was so full that I couldn't eat any more, so I turned my head and stopped eating.
He glanced at it, and Huo Yunchuan's rice bowl hardly moved, he just ate tightly to himself: "I'm full, I want to go to the balcony to digest."
He saw Huo Yunchuan's brows furrowed instantly, but what he thought in his mind was that the huge balcony was bare, without even potted flowers and plants, let alone comfortable chairs and decorations.
At the moment, I was thinking about it in my heart, and I called Chen Fang at night to ask someone to pick some flowers and plants and tidy up the balcony.
As everyone knows, An Wuyang has very low requirements on the balcony. As long as it is clean, tidy, and ventilated, he feels very good.
You can also see the scenery of half the city from the glass window, which is very beautiful.
He was fascinated, trying to distinguish the east, west, north and west, and find the direction to the south of the city, where their family lived.
The twilight of the setting sun casts a halo on the slightly upturned face, making it look peaceful, happy and innocent.
After eating, Huo Yunchuan immediately came out to look for him, plus the trip he sent him out before, he walked back and forth six times within fifteen minutes.
"It should be beautiful here at night, right?" An Wuyang, who heard the sound of footsteps, turned around and said the afterglow of the sunset reflected in his dark eyes.
"It's okay..." Huo Yunchuan swallowed his saliva and suppressed the arrogance in his heart: "Go in and take a bath, and I'll give you bath water."
An Wuyang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be right there."
He continued to look for a while, then went back to the bedroom to find his pajamas—a well-worn set of T-shirts and shorts.
I'm used to wearing it at home, the neckline is wide open, and the shorts are so thin that you can see the underpants.
It was precisely because he noticed that this set of 'pajamas' was very thin that Huo Yunchuan chose to turn a blind eye.
"Okay." He took a deep look at An Wuyang after filling the bathtub with water.
"Thank you, then I'll close the door." After the other party went out, An Wuyang gently closed the door.
Mr. Huo's bathroom is very big. As I said before, there is a floor-to-ceiling square mirror facing the bathtub.
An Wuyang turned his back to the mirror and undressed in an orderly manner.
Huo Yunchuan stood outside the door, listening to the occasional small voice inside, sweat dripping densely on his forehead and back.
A young boy with slender limbs, fair and firm skin, and a smooth body. He has a well-behaved student's head cut, showing his ears and half of his forehead.
But not girly, because the eyebrows are boyish enough, handsome and handsome.
"Have you entered the bathtub?" Huo Yunchuan's voice came from outside the door.
Frightened, he stopped his left foot that was about to step into the bathtub, and replied slowly, "No, I was about to go in."
Huo's father said worriedly, "be careful."
The father who loves the baby so much is different from the ruthless father in An Wuyi's imagination. He is very relieved, at least he doesn't have to worry about the baby's lack of people after he leaves...
The warm bath water soaked his body, and the dense mist made him safe and blood swelled up. His cheeks, eye sockets, and weak skin quickly turned red.
When he was getting comfortable, Huo Yunchuan reminded in a deep voice, "Ten minutes, get up and get dressed."
"Oh." An Wuyang didn't dare to say that he would soak for a while. He slowly got up and turned on the shower to wash his hair: "Huo Yunchuan, where is the air dryer?"
With a click, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and a tall man walked in and found the hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet: "Come here." The voice was hoarse.
An Wuyi stood there wearing a 'pajamas' with a big neckline, letting Huo Yunchuan snort the hair on his head, which was dried in a short while, fluffy and the smell of shampoo that Huo Yunchuan was familiar with.
His slender fingers stroked the black hair, and he asked, "Who told you to cut this hairstyle?" Obediently.
The little angel said: "I myself." Then raised his head and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Is there a problem?"
"No." The man was condescending, his light eyes from his face to the open neckline, filled with an easily detectable smile.
"It's done, thank you." An Wuyang said, raking his hair with his fingers: "I'm going out to watch TV, so I won't delay your bath."
Huo Yunchuan hummed lightly, "I'm not that fast." Then he put away the cord of the hair dryer and put it back in the cabinet.
He found that An Wuyang had left on his own accord, but he did not hold back.
As a teenager of the salted fish type, after taking a shower, he was sitting on the sofa watching TV and eating fruit. When he was pouting, he saw that Mr. Huo walked past him and entered the gym.
The non-sports stars admired it a little, but were not interested, and just wanted to keep lounging.
"..." Huo Yunchuan has developed the habit of exercising since his high school days, spending an hour in the gym every day.
Aside from his face and identity, just his good figure, he once attracted a wave of wild bees and butterflies for him in the age of study, and the number of men and women who offered their own pillow seats together, it is no exaggeration to say that he can circle around Beijing city. a circle.
Huo Yunchuan, who is over 30 years old, would not be hard to imagine if it weren't for his insanely picky and stubborn stalking.
So the little ones put on the small ones to play the drama quietly, the big ones frantically play iron and pull, and vent their serious excess energy—
The author has something to say:
Cruel and domineering Mr. Huo: Don't say it, ironing makes me happy,