In the impression of safe and sound, Mr. Huo has always appeared in a cold, rigorous, rational and powerful image.
He never thought that one day he would hear words like 'lock picking' from Mr. Huo's mouth.
In addition to being surprised, he seems to be more sure that Mr. Huo cares about the baby very much.
For the sake of the baby, the other party lost his usual calmness, and instead looked more like a silly dad.
"But it doesn't work either." An Wuyang thought about it for a moment, then shook his head: "This method is too dangerous, and I don't approve of it."
He believes that if the matter is revealed, it will cause irreversible damage to Mr. Huo's reputation.
Moreover, An Wuyang feels that there are many ways to obtain the household registration book, and he does not necessarily have to steal it.
Huo Yunchuan explained to him: "We won't go up until your parents go out to work, so there will be no danger."
An Wuyang blinked, it seemed that Mr. Huo was really worried.
He lowered his head and thought for a moment in silence, making it seem like a long time: "How about this, I'm also eighteen years old. At this time, I asked my mother to say that I should move my hukou out, and she should agree."
Huo Yunchuan immediately thought that An Wuyi could indeed move his hukou to the school: "No." He suppressed his voice and said, "Just move your hukou to my house, that's all."
However, the little angel still has to lie to the family.
"Well." An Wuyang is not stupid. He also thought of a satisfactory statement, so he said with a sigh of relief: "That's the deal, I'll call my mother tomorrow."
At that time, the hukou will be moved to Mr. Huo's house, until the baby's hukou is settled, and then moved out again.
The plan seemed perfect.
After the two talked face to face, dinner came.
"Mr. Huo, let's eat quickly." An Wuyang felt distressed that Mr. Huo didn't have dinner and had been waiting outside.
He picked up a pair of male chopsticks and served Huo Yunchuan food for the first time.
Although it was An Wuyang's least favorite green vegetable, Mr. Huo still swallowed his dry throat and felt an unprecedented honor.
"Thank you." He ate slowly.
Huo always felt that the heat of this green vegetable was just right, and the entrance was crisp and sweet, tender and juicy.
An Wuyang understood early in the morning that he felt very relaxed in front of Mr. Huo, and usually didn't care too much about the details.
So he finished the green vegetables, then continued to add a piece of meat, and said with a smile, "This looks delicious too, can you taste it first?"
When Mr. Huo said he was not tired, An Wuyang took a piece for himself and ate it happily.
Huo Yunchuan looked at him from the opposite side, his deep eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking about.
At this time, Huo Yunchuan's father sent a greeting text message: "Yunchuan, tomorrow and Saturday, when you go home and have a meal with your grandfather, he said he hadn't seen you for several days."
Huo Yunchuan frowned when he saw the text message.
He replied, "Okay."
Huo Yunchuan has been focusing on dealing with safety and security for a while now. If it wasn't for the sudden message from his father, he would have forgotten that he hadn't been home for a long time.
"Tomorrow at noon, I'll go home for a meal." After paying the money, he returned to the car with An Wuyang, he said.
An Wuyang was stunned for a while, and then replied, "Okay, is this your parents' house?"
Huo Yunchuan nodded: "It's my parents' house." Then he explained, "I'll be back in the afternoon, but I'm not very sure. I'll let you know when the situation is confirmed."
An Wuyang said cheerfully: "Okay."
He found that he was not as resistant to Mr. Huo going out as before, probably because he had stayed for a few nights and had a sense of belonging to the house.
Huo Yunchuan couldn't help looking sideways when he heard this refreshing voice.
He still prefers to be safe and depend on himself a little more.
"Call me if you have anything." Huo Yunchuan said.
"No, what can I do at home?" An Wuyang smiled: "You can rest assured to accompany your family to dinner, I won't disturb you."
Huo Yunchuan put his fingers on the steering wheel, pressed the leather, and said solemnly, "You can call me if you're okay, I want to know your situation."
An Wuyi thought that Mr. Huo loved the baby so much, but he nodded understandingly: "Okay."
At ten o'clock the next morning, the sun was shining brightly outside the window.
Huo Yunchuan finished breakfast with An Wuyang at home, and deliberately put on one of the shirts that the other party had ironed for him.
Still remember this dress, he has not worn it for more than half a year.
In other words, this is an outdated old model of a certain brand.
"Goodbye." The rigorous man changed his shoes at the entrance and turned to look at the little angel behind him.
"Yeah." The other party immediately gave him a comfortable smile, then hesitated, and finally waved his hand and said, "Goodbye."
What President Huo saw was a little girl who wanted to ask for a hug but didn't dare to ask for a hug.
Ann XiaoGuaiGuaiGuangJianming clearly remembered that he told Mr. Huo about the farewell hug last time, and the other party also agreed.
Maybe he forgot, so he must remind him next time.
When An Wuyi was thinking about it, an embrace with a faint scent of men's perfume wrapped him and enveloped him tightly.
"Uh..." The little boy was surprised for a while, and then he was so happy that he showed his little tiger teeth.
Mr. Huo is really the magic lamp of Allah, he thought.
This time, Mr. Huo not only hugged him, but also hooked his hand...
After holding it for a long time, he let go: "Eating by yourself at noon, you should eat more as usual. If you vomit, eat less and eat more frequently. Don't worry." The voice urged calmly.
An Wuyang nodded hurriedly: "Okay."
He didn't dislike Mr. Huo's voice as cold as iron at all, because the man's palm and chest were hot.
"Goodbye." Mr. Huo kissed the little angel on the forehead in broad daylight, then turned around cleanly and went out.
"..." An Wuyang rubbed his forehead stupidly, thinking for a while and muttering, "Could it be that Mr. Huo treats me as his own child?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. In fact, when he faced Mr. Huo, he also felt the care of his elders.
It must be that after getting to know each other, the other party finally figured out that he is not the right person for him.
Taking advantage of the fact that today is Saturday, my parents should not go to work.
An Wuyang called Ding Wei, and he said straight to the point: "Mom, are you at home? I want to go home and get a household registration book."
Ding Wei: "What's the matter? Do you want to use it at the beginning of school?" She vaguely remembered when her eldest daughter was in school and took it.
An Wuyang said: "Yes, we will use it for the start of school." And: "Or I can just move out and get a household registration book myself, and sooner or later I have to share it."
Ding Wei thought about it, but she didn't object: "Okay, you have grown up too, and it's the same in the morning and evening." Anyway, although their family is a native of the suburbs of Beijing, they didn't pay dividends and they didn't get demolished.
What about those things that fall out of the sky, you don't have to think about it in this life.
"Okay, then I'll go back and get it later." An Wuyang paused and asked, "Where's my sister? Did you go to the airport?"
Ding Wei said: "Go, your father sent it in the morning."
After asking about her sister's situation, it seemed that she had nothing to say, and An Wuyang said goodbye to her mother.
"No problem, are you going out?" Aunt Zhang asked nervously, "Did you tell Mr. Huo? Did he allow you to go out alone?"
An Wuyang nodded and said, "He knows I'm going out, Aunt Zhang doesn't need to worry."
Then An Wuyang went out smoothly. Anyway, it was impossible for Aunt Zhang to call Mr. Huo for confirmation.
He thought to himself that driving to and from his home was as easy as eating and drinking.
Don't say that the baby is less than two months old now, even if the baby is four or five months... uh... four or five months, he would not dare to go out secretly, and he would be beaten to death.
Full of consciousness, he took a taxi to the downstairs of the house and went up to get the household registration book.
He carefully put the household registration book into his backpack and said to Ding Wei, "Then I'll take it back when I run out."
Ding Wei saw that he was leaving, and asked in doubt, "Aren't you going to eat?"
An Wuyang said: "It's still early, I want to take the time to consult."
Ding Wei didn't suspect him, but after An Wuyang left for a while, she remembered: "Isn't it Saturday?"
Some departments do not work.
But it doesn't seem to be a problem to ask.
An Wuyi sat in the car on the way back with his precious household registration book in his hand, and his heart was beating wildly for some reason.
He felt that it should be because he did something out of the ordinary.
But it's not right to think about it. The most outrageous thing I've ever done in my life is to be pregnant with Mr. Huo's baby...
- Mr. Huo, I got the household registration book, you can take a look at the [photo]
The little boy's fair fingers, holding a brown-red notebook, made the fingers more slender and beautiful.
Huo Yunchuan was sitting in the Huo's tea room, making tea for the old man at his grandfather's request.
"Your cell phone is ringing." Mr. Huo said.
He sat across from him, admiring his eldest grandson's tea-making skills with gusto: "Okay, the clouds are flowing." At first glance, he was fiddling with the tea set.
"Please." Huo Yunchuan said.
The serious man poured tea for his grandfather and watched him pick it up and concentrate on tasting it before distracting himself from the phone on the table.
He quietly opened the screen lock with his fingerprint, opened the interface and glanced at the content.
The first thing that catches the eye is the white and maroon colors, and then the black font.
With a bang, the tea set fell off the table, and a lot of movement disturbed Mr. Huo who was drinking tea: "Yunchuan, what's wrong?"
Huo Yunchuan said, "It's okay, something fell, I'll pick it up."
When he got down, he put his phone down and knelt on one knee under the table to send a message back to the other party: "Well, are you out?"
Seeing his full name, An Wuyang couldn't help shivering, shaking his fingers and replying, "Hmm."
- Ugh, shit! Who let you go out secretly
Huo Yunchuan was so angry that his heart and lungs wanted to explode. If it weren't for his grandfather's presence, he would have called him right now to yell at An Wuyang.
-Oh, I'm home, you can talk about it when you come back.
An Wuyang deeply regretted it. He should lied to Mr. Huo and said that it was sent by his mother.
- You seem to be mad at me.
Huo Yunchuan made such a sentence.
An Wuyang held the phone and replied with a tight face, "Then I'll go back now."
When Huo Yunchuan received the reply, his face was a little darker than before: "No!"
There was no echo there.
"Yunchuan? Did you find it?" Mr. Huo tapped on the table, feeling that the eldest grandson had been squatting for too long.
"I found it." Huo Yunchuan suppressed the irritability on his face, put the tea set back on the table and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."
He took his mobile phone and went out like a gust of wind, went up to the third floor to find a room where no one was disturbing, and locked the door: "Are you okay?"
He shouted after the call was connected.
"..." An Wuyang heard him call his full name, and instinctively resisted, showing that he didn't want to speak.
"Hello? Did you hear me?" Huo Yunchuan said.
"Well, I'm not very happy right now, I'll talk about it when you come back." An Wuyang said without cadence, and then chose to hang up.
"..." Huo Yunchuan found that his phone had been hung up, and immediately kicked the wall violently.
Called again, got through again, but got hung up again.
On the third call, An Wuyang had already hung up twice in total, so he was a little afraid to hang up for the third time.
He felt that Mr. Huo was not someone to mess with. If he was really angry, he might indeed beat himself to death.
That would be miserable.
An Wuyang felt that this call was a deadly call and should be answered.
The taxi driver master suddenly said: "Little handsome guy, here we are."
Which is more important, the driver and Mr. Huo, the young man who speaks five and four beauties thinks, of course, he can't delay the driver's work time.
"Okay, how much?" He put down his phone and found his wallet to pay.
The two slowly completed the legitimate transaction, and chatted a few times during the period, talking about the annoying ghost weather in Beijing.
It's a little hotter than the day before.
Finally, when An Wuyang got out of the car, the phone in his pocket rang perseveringly.
An Wuyang took it out and picked it up, and said weakly, "Mr. Huo?"
Huo Yunchuan finally heard the voice of the lifeblood, and finally let go of the ups and downs.
"It's me." He sighed softly and used the softest tone in his life: "Don't hang up, we have something to talk about."
The little angel, whose temper was over, hummed with a nasal tone: "Okay."
Hearing this, Huo Yunchuan secretly rubbed the knee that hurt from kneeling just now, only to feel that everything on his body was crisp and painful: "Just get the account book, I'm very happy."
His irritability and anger were suppressed in his heart.
Those who are close to Huo Yunchuan know best that Huo Yunchuan being pushed into a hurry is a tricky thorn, and no one can stop him.
"Oh," An Wuyang rubbed his eyes and said, "Then I'm sorry to tell you, and I'll tell you when I go out."
He felt that he was wrong in this matter, so it was more appropriate to apologize after thinking about it.
"Well." Huo Yunchuan said sweetly.
At present, the only one who can drop him is actually just over eighteen years old, and the other is a two-month-old fetus.
They are all too small.