Aunt Zhang made two catties of braised pork ribs today for Mr. Huo's share; unfortunately, the other party went out without notice in advance.
So An Wuyang became the main force to eliminate this plate of braised pork ribs.
Their family's habit is not to eat leftovers, but it would be a pity to throw away such good ribs.
Fortunately, the pork ribs were well cooked and not greasy.
An Wuyang put on disposable gloves and nibbled slowly with a focused expression.
"Come on, auntie will pour you a cup of scented tea, and take a sip when you're tired of it." Aunt Zhang said with a smile, and by the way, poured a cup for Huo Yunchuan: "Mr. Huo, drink it too."
"Thank you." The two said together.
A voice is clear and clear, and a voice is low.
"Ah, I'm full." An Wuyang ate for more than half an hour, and finally ate the remaining one-third of the two catties of braised pork ribs, and he really couldn't eat anymore.
But he still felt a pity: "Aunt Zhang's braised pork ribs is so delicious today, it's a pity to throw it away."
It would be great if you could apply to keep it in the fridge for dinner.
"You can also not throw it away." Huo Yunchuan felt that for the sake of the little angel, he could eat the leftovers once: "Aunt Zhang, help me get a pair of bowls and chopsticks."
"OK."
In just a few seconds, An Wuyang was surprised and disillusioned for a while, and his expression became dull: "… "
President Huo, who had not had enough food at his parents' house just now, ate a bowl of rice in a good mood under the watchful eyes of the little angel.
"..." Huo Yunchuan found that the other party was still watching, and the corner of his mouth tickled uncontrollably: "What's the matter with the stomach pain today? Is it completely healed now?"
As he asked, he gracefully took a sip of the scented tea.
The deep profile of the face is perfect.
An Wuyang was awakened by the sound, so he took the ribs out of his mind: "It seems that I ate too much in the morning, but it just rose a little, but it's not painful."
He touched his protruding belly: "It's fine now."
Huo Yunchuan's eyes followed the white hand to the safe belly.
He also found the slightly raised arc, and suddenly felt itchy fingers, so he had to shake his leg: "Drink some water, then you should take a nap..."
Good baby Ann: "Okay, I'll go to the balcony to see if the buds are blooming."
He carefully got out of the chair, pulled his indoor slippers to the balcony, and squatted down to find a watering can.
The green radishes have already absorbed enough water, and they are not as slack as they were when they first came back.
The budded geraniums looked like they were about to bloom. An Wuyang sprayed them with a thin layer of water mist, which made the tender buds look particularly beautiful.
At the same time, Mr. Huo, who was also preparing to take a nap, suddenly heard a notification tone from his mobile phone that he had received a message.
He casually opened it and saw that the sender was Huo Yunchuan, and it was a color picture.
Mr. Huo's heart was tight, he opened the drawer to find the reading glasses and put them on, and looked at the mobile phone in the light.
The first thing that catches the eye is a group of flowers, and the second is the side face of a young man, smiling quietly beside the flowers.
"..." Mr. Huo's old heart moved tremblingly.
He felt that this child had already closed his eyes, and even if Huo Yunchuan wasn't in the middle, he would definitely like it.
Mr. Huo looked at it for a while, but his expression was displeased.
Holding his mobile phone, he muttered, "Really, he didn't let me see, and he sent pictures to whet my appetite..."
Every time he fell asleep, Huo Yunchuan would generously pat his stomach, his head, and his face.
Such a noon has passed, and it is impossible to sleep.
The quality of sleep is super good, and he slept soundly like a pig. Naturally, he did not know that he was taken advantage of by Mr. Huo every noon.
When he was not pregnant, he could sleep on the desk at school at noon.
Now it's even more so, I always feel that I'm afraid that I won't be able to wake up when I close my eyes.
"Yawn..." An Wuyang yawned after waking up, raking his messy hair.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Mr. Huo beside him, with muscles like a washboard, and he felt very awkward just looking at it.
Of course, An Wuyang didn't have the guts to touch those muscles, and he could only think about it in his heart.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, then found a few books from the bookshelf, and quietly walked to the living room to read.
Safe Learning to bake is both a hobby and a craft investment.
Since he knows that he is not the material to study, he will definitely not be able to eat with a diploma in the future.
If you learn to bake well, it will be different. The ideal is bigger, and you can even open your own shop in the future.
At four or five o'clock, Aunt Zhang came, and she still made nourishing old hen soup today, which is bound to feed An Wuyang fat.
Then she was surprised, wiped her hands and said, "It's this time, Mr. Huo hasn't woken up yet?"
An Wuyi looked up from the book and saw that it was five o'clock, so he put down the book and said, "I'll go in and call him."
The thick curtains were drawn, resulting in a very dark room with cool temperatures.
An Wuyi usually has to cover the quilt tightly when he sleeps, but Mr. Huo doesn't use it.
The other party was used to being naked and wearing only a pair of pajama pants.
An Wuyang turned on the lamp, approached Mr. Huo who was sleeping, bent down and shouted, "Mr. Huo, get up."
At the same time, he felt very strange, although the room was very air-conditioned, Mr. Huo was sweating on his body...
The man who was caught by the nightmare was dreaming that he was hanging out with someone in bed, seeking employment.
Then a soft voice entered the eardrum, and in Huo Yunchuan's mind, the young and childish face smiled for a while: "Mr. Huo?" For a while crying: "Dad..."
"Ah..." Huo Yunchuan woke up, sweating profusely.
What's even more frightening is that a face that made him cry in his dreams appeared in front of his eyes: "Mr. Huo, what's the matter with you?"
It overlaps with the picture of the other person smiling in the dream!
Huo Yunchuan was completely stunned, and it was difficult for him to distinguish between dreams and reality.
He raised his forearm to cover his forehead, his eyes tightly pressed against his ill will, and said in a deep voice, "Well, it's nothing, I had a nightmare."
An Wuyang was surprised, and then smiled: "Mr. Huo also has nightmares?"
He was surprised, he really couldn't see it.
"Is it surprising?" Huo Yunchuan was in a state of confusion, and his emotions hadn't come out of his dream: "I'm sweating, let's take a shower first."
He said that he has not taken a good look at safety.
"Okay..." An Wuyang sensitively and delicately noticed that Mr. Huo's attitude towards him was suddenly a little indifferent.
But he didn't think much about it, and was very considerate of the other party's nightmare just now.
Maybe it was because the dream was so terrible that Mr. Huo was frightened.
An Wuyang's unreliable idea made himself laugh.
Huo Yunchuan walked into the bathroom, immediately turned on the cold water and rinsed himself from head to toe, then took off his pajamas in a trance, and wiped his face hard.
"… "
He recalled the dream he had just now, and his heart collapsed.
Because the content of the dream is unsightly and unspeakable.
Huo Yunchuan didn't know until he was thirty years old that he was actually such a perverted and thirsty person.
Not only is it okay to dream of rolling sheets in the normal direction, but also…
"Jiang Shaofei, you killed me..." Huo Yunchuan murmured.
He stayed in the bathroom for half an hour, and was absolutely sure that he was calm now and that he had no dirty thoughts in his heart before stepping out of the threshold.
An Wuyi didn't like to drink the oily old hen soup, but Aunt Zhang brought him a full bowl.
Just when he was troubled, Huo Yunchuan came from in front of him.
"Mr. Huo!" An Wuyang looked at Huo Yunchuan and said, "I want to vomit."
Huo Yunchuan glanced at his obedient face, then glanced at the soup in front of him, and said lightly, "Drink."
An Wuyi was speechless and watched as Mr. Huo, who had always been nervous, walked past him.
Very good, the other party seems to have changed his mind and no longer hurts himself.
In other words, the old hen soup must be drunk.
"..." An Wuyang pinched his nose and fed himself the soup at a moderate temperature, mouth by mouth.
He really wanted to create a feeling of vomiting, but he was very upset. He didn't vomit when he wanted to, and always vomited when he didn't want to.
"Wuyi finished drinking? It's great." Aunt Zhang praised, and then looked at the male host's house who came out of the bedroom: "Mr. Huo also drink a bowl, today's soup is not greasy, you see, Wuyi has a good drink land."
Didn't vomit.
"Yeah." Huo Yunchuan picked a position a little far away from An Wuyang, his face was icy.
An Wuyang looked at him and said nothing.
After a while, Aunt Zhang finished their meals and went home.
An Wuyang picked up the small spoon and quietly fed himself.
Then I went for a walk on the balcony, looked at the flowers and plants, watched the sunset, then came back to take a bath, read a book and sleep.
"..." Mr. Huo, who was alone in the gym, sat on the ground in sweat, looking a little suspicious of life.
At eleven o'clock, he thought An Wuyang was asleep, but he cautiously returned to the quilt and found that the other party moved to the side as if hiding from him...
"What's wrong with you?" Huo Yunchuan asked knowingly, his heart clenched into a ball.
An Wuyi hid under the quilt and did not speak, but there was a slight movement.
Huo Yunchuan listened carefully, his whole face suddenly panicked.
He stood up, stretched his arms into the quilt to dig out An Wuji, and then felt the water marks on his hand: "..."
An Wuyi rolled his face on the pillow, and quickly said, "My eyes hurt, it hurts."
His voice has become like this, and he still wants to lie.
"..." Huo Yunchuan found out that An Wuyang had indeed cried, and was suddenly dumbfounded, as if he had been slashed eighteen times, not only in pain, but also in ischemia and dizziness.
Turn around.
As soon as An Wuyang heard his own voice, he knew that he had revealed himself and that he had lost his grandmother's house.
He lifted the quilt from the side and got out of bed, put on his slippers and wanted to leave...
Huo Yunchuan stretched out his arms, pulled his lazy waist back, and wrapped him tightly in his arms: "Where are you going?" By the way, he turned on the bedside lamp, and he was stunned when he turned on the light.
The little angel's eyes were red, and his expression was terrified: "No, no, no where..."
Huo Yunchuan saw that An Wuyang was so frightened, and knew that he had not restrained himself well, and his murderousness had leaked out, which was more terrifying than his usual expressionless face.
He hurriedly restrained the hostility that had rarely appeared, and put on a familiar cold look: "Don't be afraid, I don't mean to kill you..."
An Wuyang struggled and said, "Well, then let me go, I really want to go to the toilet."
But Huo Yunchuan saw his guilty eyes and knew that he didn't want to go to the toilet at the moment, just wanted to escape.
It seems to have known something.
As the older person, Huo Yunchuan's eyes were full of struggle, but his fingers had unconsciously rubbed the back of the other's neck, and said hoarsely, "Why did you cry just now?"
An Wuyang clenched his neck, shook his head and said, "My eyes hurt."
He firmly refused to admit that he cried, how embarrassing.
Huo Yunchuan pressed his forehead and made him look at himself: "Is it because I ignored you? Huh? You feel wronged? Why?"
An Wuyang's little emotion had already passed, but when he heard Huo Yunchuan mention it again, the unspeakable discomfort immediately surrounded him again.
An Wuyang just discovered that he actually cares about Mr. Huo's attitude.
He only hoped that Mr. Huo would be gentle, considerate and patient with him, if not, he would be very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Huo, please let me go, you have troubled me like this." An Wuyang said coldly.
He usually looked at Huo Yunchuan's warm eyes, but now it's gone.
Seeing An Wuyang with such eyes, Huo Yunchuan felt suffocated.
This was not the result he wanted.
"Don't you want to figure out why I did this to you?" Huo Yunchuan said, "Do you want to know, or do you dare not know?"
An Wuyang, who really didn't know anything, shook his face and said, "I'm not interested in knowing."
He is very stubborn. If he says he's not soft, he won't be soft. If he says he's not sticky, he won't be sticky.
However, An Wuyang really thought so.
He planned to pack up and go home if he angered this vicious man.
Then, in a fit of anger, he actually announced this sentence as if it were armor.
"Are you starting to get impatient? If you're impatient to take care of me, I'll go back to my house." An Wuyang said, "I don't need you to spend money, and I don't need you to waste time with me every day..."
He thought about it well, but when he said it, he still cried.
Huo Yunchuan squeezed An Wuyang's chin and blocked his chattering mouth. He didn't want to let go again, and he indulged himself for ten minutes...
The safe and sound world was scrambled into a ball, and immediately forgot to cry and to feel uncomfortable.
He feels that he is not his own, the other party will take him away, breath, strength, everything...
The old man who was hanged hard, tasted a bit of fishy smell, and immediately it was like an old house on fire, out of control.
Huo Yunchuan took a little effort, and finally put the beast in his heart that was clamoring to drink blood and eat flesh, and put it back into the cage of reason.
At this time, An Wuyang was completely stunned.
After a series of bullying, he is now a pitiful mess, with swollen eyes and red nose, not to mention the hardest hit areas.
He used his eyes to accuse the man who made him stutter even when he spoke: "How can you do this, how can you do this..."
Isn't this an animal!
The man who had just released a handful of demons in his heart looked at him brokenly: "This is what I really think about you."
"..." An Wuyang glared angrily.
After all, he had fantasized about pure feelings between two people.
"Think about it yourself." Huo Yunchuan raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, looking like a felon awaiting sentencing: "Would you like to continue registering your marriage with me."