Time passed by minute by minute without knowing it, and it has long exceeded the range of an hour.
His face was sleepy now, and he blinked his eyes and yawned: "So sleepy..." The drowsiness after pregnancy is the same as being hungry, and every time it comes, people are caught off guard.
So he turned off the TV, drank a little water, and walked to the door of the gym.
He swayed around smoothly, but he was dumbfounded, and the man inside was very attractive: "Uh..." This figure!
Those chest muscles, abs... long legs...
Let the people watching subconsciously swallow their saliva.
Huo Yunchuan's sweaty state has a special attraction to 'unmanned' teenagers.
An Wuyang, who blushed and heartbeat, couldn't help but touched his chest, flat, belly, soft and without feeling, biceps... um... non-existent.
"Huo Yunchuan..." With the idea of not disturbing the other party's exercise, he waved his hand after attracting attention: "I'm going to bed, good night."
Mr. Huo, the iron maniac, put it down with a bang, looked up at the young man at the door, his eyes soaked in sweat were wet, and he showed restraint in his sharpness: "Well, let's go."
After greeting him, An Wuyang nodded and left, took a few steps to stop hesitantly, and said softly, "You should rest early, not too late."
The other party is the president of a large company with 'everyday management'. The workload and pressure are unimaginable. An Wuyang feels that he should take care of the other party.
The concerned President Huo Da felt that he was obviously tired like a dog, and his muscles were about to lose consciousness, but he still seemed to be hit with chicken blood for a moment, and his adrenaline was surging...
"Um… "
Mr. Huo is worthy of being the most MAN man he has ever seen. He was so handsome when he was expressionless, and he thought to himself when he left.
Too good, ordinary people have no qualifications to envy this man, only envy.
Of course, An Wuyang has no idea about Mr. Huo, and he is not shaking M. How could he like the powerful president of a wealthy family who can make people dizzy if he doesn't agree.
How hard it will be to live that kind of life, just thinking about it with your butt will give you an idea.
Returning to the safety of the bedroom, take off your shoes, and climb into Mr. Huo's bed that many men and women yearn for... Still sleeping at the noon position.
Occupy a little bit of space.
After Huo Yunchuan took a shower, he walked into the bedroom naked and closed the door by the way.
He came over.
An Wuyi pricked up his ears, couldn't help but look at the other party, and then got a nervous smile, he immediately got up and pretended to sleep.
That smile that made An Wuyang nervous was Mr. Huo's self-consciously gentle and friendly smile: "..." Unfortunately, it didn't have a positive effect.
"I turned off the lights." He sat on the bed, lifted his long legs up, and glanced down at the clock on the cabinet. It was only early ten o'clock. This was probably the earliest night he had slept since he left the campus.
No entertainment, no beauties, no favorite cigarettes and alcohol.
Huo Yunchuan: [Picture] [Smile/] In the future, it will be changed to sleep at this point. I hope you all know.
Ji Mingjue: …
Jiang Shaofei: …
Chen Chu:…
several people...
The satisfied old man put down his mobile phone, turned off the headlights, and said in a low voice, "Do I need to leave the lights on?" For the first time he slept, he was not sure whether the other party was afraid of the dark.
The little angel shook his head: "No need." He was nestled in the fluffy air conditioner, exposing a head.
"Then I'll close it." Huo Yunchuan's voice fell, and the whole bedroom fell into darkness, but his voice sounded again: "If you need to get up, call me in the bathroom, don't worry about trouble."
"Okay..." An Wuyi said in the dark.
"Why did you sleep so far?" Huo Yunchuan's breath suddenly approached, making An Wuyang tense and stiff, and he breathed tight.
Then I felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, and the whole person was brought by a heat source: "I..." I don't want to sleep in the middle of the bed at all, An Wuyang thought uncomfortably, and struggled with his palms against his chest: "Don't hug me. ."
Huo Yunchuan suffocated for a breath, and was instantly blown away.
"..." He swore to God that he just wanted to bring An Wuyang to the center of the bed, and he didn't hold on to the idea of not letting go.
After the awkward An Wuyang was released, he felt that Mr. Huo deliberately distanced himself from him, showing the meaning of avoiding suspicion.
An Wuyang realized that he seemed to be blaming the other party wrongly, and thinking about it too, after getting along with Mr. Huo these days, he found that Mr. Huo was a man who was neither romantic nor obscene, worthy of the words of a gentleman.
"I'm sorry." As an honest child, he was kind and soft-hearted: "By the way, do you want to touch the baby?" With the cover of darkness, he said boldly, "Ha, although I can't touch anything now." Flat belly.
Huo Yunchuan's hand that hadn't stretched out had begun to tremble.
"Huh? Do you want it?" An Wuyang asked again suspiciously.
When he thought that Mr. Huo might not be interested, finally, a large and warm hand stretched out from under the quilt and touched his abdomen.
"..." Mr. Huo's fingers were very unsteady, and the young man who smiled quietly felt it, but he didn't talk much.
The big man of 1.89 meters carefully lay on his side beside the baby and his father, resting his palm on each other's flat stomach, and maintained this position for a long time.
An Wuyang started to feel sleepy just now. He was lying in the warm and comfortable bed, yawning more and more, and before he fell asleep, he murmured, "Good night." Then he thought about how long this person will be touching.
The man whose eyes flickered in the dark heard the boy's steady breathing, and tried his best to adjust his position and put the boy in his arms.
Sleep together all night.
The handsome young man with a bright face opened his eyes, his eyes just sobered down, and he caught a glimpse of the little angel's arm pressing his chest muscles, unable to stop his heart beating faster and blood flowing backwards.
Then he slowly shifted his gaze and looked to the side, the other party slept until his red face was hidden in his neck...
"Huh..." Huo Yunchuan felt uncomfortable all over in the morning when he was a little tired.
He closed his eyes and took a long breath. He didn't speak or move, just lay there quietly and waited.
After an unknown amount of time, the breathing rate of the teenager on the neck socket became faster, and then the eyelashes brushed Huo Yunchuan's neck, and after one, two, three, four, five or six strokes, he was completely awake.
An Wuyang found out that he was sticking with Mr. Huo when he woke up.
He was a little bewildered.
"Morning." President Huo said lightly, his slanted eyes brought An Wu's embarrassment into his eyes.
"Well, early..." Accidentally sticking with Mr. Huo's good figure all night, An Wuyang could feel the bursting power of the other party through his clothes, which made him Hao Ran more and more quickly to keep his distance.
Huo Yunchuan glanced lightly and said nothing.
For a moment when An Wu was in a daze, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and said warmly, "I'm going to wash, you slowly get up."
Safe and secure: "Mmm, okay."
He found his cell phone and looked at it. It was eight in the morning, and he was really sleeping.
At the same time, he frowned: "I'm so hungry..." There was a strong sense of hunger in his stomach, making An Wuhang, who was not hungry, weak in his hands and feet.
After Huo Yunchuan was done, he got out of bed slowly. Such a state caught Huo Yunchuan's attention. The man came over, his eyes locked on his slightly pale face: "What's going on?"
An Wuyang said, "... I have low blood pressure and want to drink sugar water."
Huo Yunchuan looked stern, said 'stay', turned and left the bedroom.
The confused teenager sat on the edge of the bed and waited. After no meeting, he took Mr. Huo's hand, drank two sips of warm sugar water, and came back to life pitifully: "I'm fine."
Huo Yunchuan looked at him seriously: "When did low blood pressure start? Have you seen a doctor?" His eyes were heavy, especially when the teenager said he had never seen a doctor since he was a child.
"It's not a big problem. I'll be fine when I get stronger." Seeing Mr. Huo's displeased eyes, he got up and changed clothes and washed.
It is normal for a boy from an ordinary family to have some minor physical problems, but it is so precious.
Huo Yunchuan's eyes gradually filled with a layer of storm, not because of An Wuyang's lack of attention to his body: "..." He couldn't blame an eighteen-year-old child.
"Wash your face, I'll pack up and take you out." He took some effort to restore his calm face and said.
"Well." An Wuyang nodded and was looking in the mirror left and right: "How do you see my body?" He knew that he was going to have an obstetric checkup today and wanted to see Huo Yunchuan's friend.
You can't dress too shabby, that's a disgrace to Mr. Huo.
"Very good." Huo Yunchuan had been looking at him all the time. Hearing this, he took a closer look, and finally there was a smile in his eyes.
The colors are light and fresh, and the clothes are generous and decent, which are perfect for An Wuhang.
"I'm going to find a new pair of shoes to match." An Wuyang suddenly jumped up and said that he was sometimes very interested in dressing up his appearance. Who wouldn't like it when he got compliments.
Huo Yunchuan immediately stopped by saying, "No, I'll help you find it, you can just sit." The liveliness of the other party made him tremble with fear, and his liver trembled.
An Wuyi put on his new shoes, and he exuded the delicacy of a rich second-generation son.
Whether it's temperament or conversation, except for the irresistible young teeth (age can't help), it's not abrupt to take it out.
Driving on the road, Huo Yunchuan said, "When your hair grows longer, I'll find a hair stylist for you and change that silly hairstyle on your head."
It was safe to eat dried fruit in the back row, but the movement of chewing suddenly stopped: "..." I have emotions.
The author has something to say:
This guy, ji ji , can say that he can do anything, but he can't say that his hair is not good-looking