The unexpected answer can be said to be very suffocating.
Huo Yunchuan's face is dark at this time, which is easy to misunderstand An Wuyang. Is it because he asked for something to make Mr. Huo uncomfortable?
He couldn't help but muttered in his heart, a mere pair of pajama pants is nothing more than a pair of pajama pants.
"If you like it, I'll ask Chen Fang to buy it for you in the afternoon." Huo Yunchuan pretended to be nonchalant, and immediately called Secretary Chen and instructed the other party in great detail.
Including the balcony potted plant, the safe book, and the damn pants.
At 5:30 in the afternoon, Chen let go of the small pickup and came to the boss's downstairs.
Pick up a box of books and clothes first, and then move on to the potted plants.
In order to facilitate transportation, the flower pots and green plants are not located in the same place, and they need to be moved up and placed in their own pots.
At this time, An Wuyang had been awake for a long time. He heard the movement on the balcony, and soon came out to help... loosen the soil.
Huo Yunchuan had a flower pot weighing 20 kilograms in one hand, and when he saw that An Wuyi was there, he couldn't bear to tell him not to get in the way.
So I can only bypass him and continue to move things.
Chen Fang came up with a large green plant: "Mr. Huo, where is this monstera?" He asked breathlessly, and was surprised to find that it was not Boss Huo who was squatting on the balcony, but a young man with a tender face. A handsome young man.
Huo Yunchuan stood on the other side of the balcony, turned around and said to his subordinates, "That tree is in the living room."
With a shovel in his hand, An Wuyang is concentrating on shoveling soil and planting a budded geranium.
He suddenly found an uncle in a suit looking at him, who seemed to be the secretary Chen Fang mentioned by Mr. Huo.
"Hello." An Wuyang greeted with a smile on his face: "Brother Chen, it's hard work."
In this way, Chen Fang could see his face clearly, and was very surprised: "Hello." Could this be the boss's relative? Chen Fang thought this way, while being curious and respectful.
An Wuyang greeted him, then lowered his head and continued shoveling.
The flowering period of geranium is from May to July. Judging from the growth of this flower, it will definitely bloom in these days.
When he was done planting, he found the watering can and sprinkled a little water on the flowers.
The three of them spent a total of one hour 'working together' to finally tidy up the balcony beautifully.
"Mr. Huo, then I'll go back first." Chen Fang bid farewell.
"Well, let's go." Huo Yunchuan didn't have time to turn around to say goodbye to the secretary, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and he was washing An Wuyang's hands covered in mud.
Chen Fang was stunned and thought, looking at someone who is not short, and still doting like this, is it the boss's younger brother?
However, I have never heard that the president has such a young brother.
An Wuyang washed his hands and found a towel to dry them.
He was thinking about the book he bought this afternoon, and took a knife to unpack it.
"Dessert Tasting", "Pastry Bible", "Kneading Dough", etc., a whole box of such a large size can be read for a long time visually.
An Wuyang opened a book, followed the contents, and began to think about the tools he needed to buy.
"Alas." He suddenly sighed, and as soon as he entered the bakery, it was as deep as the sea, and the senior really didn't talk nonsense.
In Huo Yunchuan's bedroom, there is a wall full of bookshelves; after reading the books here safely, they are completely different from the books in Mr. Huo's company, and none of them are of interest to him.
Of course, because these are the books that were brought back from Huo Yunchuan's office.
Huo Yunchuan sorted out a small site and put his precious baking book for An Wuyang.
Suddenly, the safe and sound mobile phone rang, which is a rare situation, and someone called him.
An Wuyang picked up the phone and found that it was his brother's call. He answered, "Hello, little brother?"
An innocent voice came from over there: "Brother, my sister is going to the United States the day after tomorrow, and my mother asked you to go home tomorrow afternoon."
An Wuyang: "Ah." It seems so, it's almost September now.
An Wuji: "Mom said to go out to eat and eat the Thai food my sister has always wanted to eat."
"Ah?" An Wuyang said again, he thought of the national dish, didn't it have a strong curry flavor?
This doesn't seem to work, I must vomit if I smell it.
He considered the possibility of changing his mother's decision, and unfortunately found that it was about zero, which was embarrassing.
The younger brother said: "That's it, remember to come back early."
An Wuyang replied dryly with the word 'OK', the depression on his face was obvious.
Huo Yunchuan helped him put away the book and asked, "Whose phone is it?"
An Wuyang said, "My brother."
The old man frowned and asked calmly, "What did you say?"
The little angel, like pouring beans, explained the whole story, and said with a wrinkled white face: "What is Thai food like? Does it have a strong curry flavor?"
When he was studying, he ate curry fish balls that cost five yuan per string, and the taste was terrible.
Huo Yunchuan replied, "Almost, it's not suitable for you to eat."
"Then what should I do?" An Wuyang said, "I must attend."
If he doesn't go, his sister will definitely have an opinion, and his mother's temper will explode.
According to An Wuyang's reaction, Huo Yunchuan thought of An Wuyang's family situation again, and he was not in a good mood: "Actually, it's not difficult to do, just change the place to eat." He said, took out his mobile phone and found Lafayette The manager of the castle hotel booked a luxury private room.
If there is a free luxury dinner to eat, will the safe family refuse it?
Try to know the answer.
An Wuyang glanced at Huo Yunchuan with an extremely complicated expression, feeling a little guilty and moved: "Then I'll call and tell them, and thank you."
Huo Yunchuan said lightly: "Our baby is about to be born, do you want to say thank you to me?"
An Wuyi silently touched his stomach, it's only been less than two months, why is he about to be born?
Mr. Huo's narrative accuracy is really unreliable, he thought.
"Hello?" Mom's phone was connected, and An Wuyang said nervously, "Mom, have you eaten yet?"
Ding Wei said, "I'm ready to eat, what's wrong?" The third child just called the second child, and now the second child calls back, which makes her very puzzled.
"That's right. After my classmate's father heard about going out for dinner tomorrow night, he gave me a luxury private room for six people. It's not too far away. It's in the Lafayette Castle Hotel." Yun Chuan's explanation was finished in one breath.
"What hotel did you say?" Ding Wei asked in surprise.
Safe and sound repeats: "Castle Lafayette Hotel."
"Is this... true or false?" Ding Wei asked again, full of doubts.
She knew that there is such a hotel in the capital, but the consumption level is not generally high, and it is a luxurious private room, which is worth a few thousand dollars at least.
No matter how rich the family of safe and sound classmates is, they can't say that they can give away a few thousand yuan if they want to give it away, right?
An Wuyang hurriedly said, "It's true. If you don't believe me, you can call the hotel and say that Mr. Huo booked the room."
Ding Wei thinks about it too, the second child is not the kind of kid who can lie: "Okay, then it's settled, you remember to thank others well."
An Wuyang: "Well, I know."
Ding Wei added: "Are you going home with us, or go directly to the hotel door?"
An Wuyang said immediately, "I'll wait for you at the door of the hotel."
After he finished speaking, he was stunned, because he seemed to be homesick a few days ago.
Now that I have gotten used to the life in my new home so quickly, I even feel that everything is good in my new home, and Mr. Huo is also very good.
"Oops..." An Wuyang rubbed his indifferent handsome face and was stimulated by his indifference.
Poor mom and dad, he thought.
After An Wuyang finished dinner, he dug out his old clothes and prepared to iron them with an iron to wear them at the banquet tomorrow night.
Huo Yunchuan watched from the side, especially speechless, he thought the suit was safe and had been thrown away.
It was the first time for An Wuyang to use an iron. At first, it was so frustrating that he almost burned a hole in his pants.
After he used it smoothly, he thought the iron was quite fun: "Mr. Huo, do you have any clothes that need to be ironed? I'll iron it for you."
Huo Yunchuan had a serious face and seemed to be reading a book, but in fact, through the spine of the book, he secretly observed the little angel's every move.
He knew very well that safe ironing skills needed to be improved, and he strongly didn't want to make an appointment with his thousands of shirts.
However, the little angel's eyes were full of anticipation.
"I'll look for it." Dad Huo put down the book and said, walked to the closet and opened the door to find the cheapest and oldest clothes inside.
Take it safe and sound.
So An Wuyang burned his clothes all night, and then took a bath and went to bed when he was sleepy.
In a daze, he noticed that there was someone beside him. Knowing that this person must be Mr. Huo, he held back his sleepiness and explained clearly: "I have already ironed my clothes. You can choose one to wear tomorrow..."
After he finished saying this, he fell asleep with his head tilted again.
Huo Yunchuan's heart melted, and even a bachelor of his age was reluctant to look away.
He just wanted to keep his arms around him and watch, from time to time lower his head to kiss the little angel's forehead and rub the little angel's nose...
"..." Finally, he kissed the little angel's mouth with a shy face.
Huo Yunchuan had an urge to ask for more, and even hoped that the other party would respond to him enthusiastically like a lover.
But he knows that he is safe and sound, and it is impossible to give him a response between his lovers.
Huo Yunchuan thought about this, and stroked his thumb on An Wuyang's lips, his eyes were dark for a while, and hot for a while.
An Wuyi shivered a bit in his sleep, feeling a little cool.
His instinct made him rub into Mr. Huo's arms, grabbing the heat source that made him comfortable.
An Wuyang had a good dream that night, but it was strange that when he woke up in the morning, he forgot the content of those dreams.
He only remembered being very happy, and having a feeling of warmth all over his body.
"Hmm..." The adolescent boy was halfway through the recollection, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, he reached out and touched his trousers, which were wet.
The word 'wet dream' appeared in An Wuyang's mind, and he immediately got up and changed his pants.
"What's wrong?" Huo Yunchuan stood up and asked.
The mature man's lazy and hoarse voice made An Wuyang feel uncomfortable.
"Morning, Mr. Huo, I'm going to the bathroom." He lied immediately and ran away.
Huo Yunchuan knew that something was wrong with the boy, but he didn't think much about it.
Not long after, he saw freshly washed trousers hanging on the balcony... His old face suddenly froze.
"Cough..."
An Wuyang felt that the atmosphere of eating in the morning was strange, and it was also strange at noon, as if someone had been spying on him with strange eyes.
But it could also be an illusion, he thought.