'This is what I really think about you' is spinning in An Wu's head, that is to say, from the first encounter until now, the other party's thoughts about him have never changed.
All for the purpose of going to bed...
This fact is a bit of a surprise.
An Wuyang has been full of powerlessness in family life since he was a child, as if nothing is right.
When he grew up, he didn't think about who he wanted to be in an intimate relationship with.
Because it is too difficult to satisfy others, it is better to live alone.
"If I say no, will you let me go home?" An Wuyang whispered.
"Have you made up your mind?" Huo Yunchuan knelt in front of him, in fact, his limbs were still touching.
If it is not safe and sound, it should have been discovered long ago that the interaction between them has exceeded the scope of ordinary relations.
By the way, we ate together, slept together, and hugged each other from time to time.
Thinking back on this, An Wuyang's face was very pale.
He felt that going home was not a very good choice. The school was about to start, and there was no reason to lie to his parents that he would take a two-year leave of absence.
Huo Yunchuan frowned: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will treat you badly?"
He went on to say, "You worry too much, and I will treat you well."
An Wuyang pursed his lips and did not continue.
Because he still can't figure out, what is Mr. Huo thinking
An Wuyang was like a clam shell, keeping his mouth shut and not speaking.
Huo Yunchuan felt a little irritable.
He felt unprecedented frustration, which was harder than managing the entire Huo family.
He didn't dare to mention the matter of going home, because he was afraid that it might stir up a certain nerve that was safe.
He had to ask: "Do you hate me?"
Safe shook his head.
Huo Yunchuan breathed a sigh of relief, at least the little angel didn't hate himself.
He continued, "Then why can't you just accept that I like you?"
The guilty President Huo paused when he said this, and shyly clarified: "I don't have any special hobbies, you don't have to worry about me being a pervert."
An Wuyang raised his surprised eyes: "What did you say?"
Huo Yunchuan repeated patiently, "I have no special hobbies, you don't have to worry about me being a pervert."
An Wuyang shook his head: "Not this sentence, another sentence."
Huo Yunchuan recalled the content of his last sentence, and then glanced at An Wuyang with fiery eyes: "Why can't I accept that I like you?"
When he saw that An Wujie's ears were red at the tips, his palms involuntarily clenched into fists beside him.
An Wuyang thought to himself, has he been confessed by Mr. Huo
Blushing and hot skin.
He still thought it was incredible that the powerful and excellent Mr. Huo would actually like a three-infinity student and two books.
"No, I want to ask clearly..." An Wuyang stood up and leaned against the head of the bed with his back, hoping to keep a distance from Huo Yunchuan that would allow people to breathe smoothly: "Do you really like me, or just want to follow me? go to bed?"
"What?" Huo Yunchuan raised his eyebrows, looked at him in disbelief, and gritted his teeth: "Do I need to ask this question? When did I express that I just wanted to sleep with you?"
He really wanted to pry open Safe's head to see what was inside.
"Oh, I see."
An Wuyang was beaten by Huo Yunchuan, so he didn't dare to beep.
He nodded and accepted the fact that the other party seemed to like him.
Huo Yunchuan calmed down and tried not to make An Wuyang shrink his neck every time, which would make him very upset.
I can only blame the other party for being too timid and not having any courage.
"How are you thinking?" His voice softened after he recovered.
"...I'm still thinking." An Wuyang said with his eyes down, his fingers grabbed the pillow beside him, and the other grabbed the bedside equipment behind him.
"Well." Huo Yunchuan waited patiently without urging.
Although he was very nervous and his palms were sweating, he remembered that he was not so nervous at the first shareholder meeting as an adult.
Then after several minutes, Safe's fingers slowly slid down from the head of the bed, alarming the man who had been staring at his hair.
"Have you considered it?" Huo Yunchuan asked in a deep voice.
The answer to him was the picture of the little angel slowly leaning to the side...
Huo Yunchuan reflexively reached out his hand to catch him. When he was full of hope and ready to meet the peak of his life, he looked down and saw a cute and hateful sleeping face.
The person who said that he was considering it just now closed his eyes and slept soundly.
"..." Huo Yunchuan looked at that face silently, and there was nothing he could do.
It's not to blame for An Wuhang, it's mainly because it's too late.
When he was preparing for the college entrance examination, he never slept so late.
What else can President Huo do? Of course, gently put him back in the bed to make him sleep more comfortable.
The next day I woke up safe and sound, with a little fragmentation in my head.
He slowly remembered the conversation with Mr. Huo last night, and his mouth was in an O shape.
If the memory is not wrong, the one who was wronged, hid in the bed and shed tears, and then fell asleep on the way to the confession was himself.
Safe, why are you so good
he thought.
The first thing An Wuyang does when he wakes up in the morning is to go to the balcony to see a few pots of flowers that are about to bloom. Are they blooming today
Then, as he wished, he saw the geraniums in full bloom, in clusters, beautiful and festive.
Facing the morning light, An Wuyang smiled, turned and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.
Huo Yunchuan had already heard the movement in the room, and then he found out in confusion that this morning was no different from usual.
He frowned and got up from the bed.
The puzzled Mr. Huo secretly watched An Wuyang walk to the balcony to look at the flowers. It should be the flowers that the other party was thinking of blooming, with a smile on his face.
very nice.
Mr. Huo, who was full of doubts, watched An Wuyang humming a little tune and walked back seriously, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
"..." He suddenly had a fear of being forgotten.
Of course, it was impossible for An Wuyang to forget him, he just figured it out.
It is impossible to go home, and at present the baby is the most important.
As for Mr. Huo's intentions, let's take one step at a time.
An Wuyang thought to himself that it's a good thing to say whatever someone likes.
"Morning." Seeing someone coming, An Wuyang raised a smile without grudge, with a little embarrassment mixed in.
"Morning." Huo Yunchuan said, and the smile flashed again.
He looked at An Wuyang with complicated eyes, unable to guess the person's brain circuit.
But no matter what, things have to be done as you want.
An Wuyang had already brushed his teeth. He whispered, "Aunt Zhang made a quicksand bag yesterday. I took it out of the refrigerator to warm it up. I'm the best at this. You won't object, right?"
Usually these things are done by Mr. Huo, because he does not trust himself.
Huo Yunchuan was still a little dazed, and he replied, "Yes."
Went out safe and sound.
He opened the refrigerator, took out the frozen buns, rinsed the surface of the buns with water, and then packed them with tin foil.
When Huo Yunchuan came back to his senses, he immediately remembered what he had promised just now...
He put down his toothbrush with a dark face and came to the kitchen door to check.
At this time, An Wuyang had already put the chubby buns in the microwave oven and set the fire to medium for three minutes.
After he discovered the existence of Huo Yunchuan, he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Hot buns are very simple."
However, yesterday morning, Mr. Huo burned the nutritious sandwich that Aunt Zhang had worked so hard to make.
Although very fragrant, but I eat it for indigestion.
"Be careful." Huo Yunchuan was sure that the other party was all right before returning to the bathroom.
He packed himself up as quickly as possible, then came out, took over the rest of the chores, and was not allowed to move the things in the kitchen safely.
Huo Yunchuan didn't know that the way he wore an apron and made breakfast with a serious face was super attractive.
Obviously being able to make breakfast is not a great skill, but the one who is doing it is Mr. Huo.
If An Wuyang guessed correctly, Mr. Huo has at least nearly 10 billion in property and is a veritable rich man.
"Eat it." Huo Yunchuan poured hot milk, buns, and chopsticks for An Wuyang.
In the face of these things that he is not good at, he has done his best to be careful and avoid mistakes.
"Thank you." An Wuyang was already hungry, he hurriedly lowered his head to eat, and occasionally took a sip of milk: "Today's quicksand buns are delicious."
Huo Yunchuan said, "Then eat more."
He picked up a small bun, and it was almost two to solve one.
An Wuyang is slightly inferior to him, at least three mouthfuls are required.
Regarding what happened last night, everyone was very tacit, and no one mentioned it.
In the morning, Chen Fang brought over the baking tools that An Wuyang specified, there were as many as two boxes.
An Wuyang was very happy, because these familiar things reminded him of the time he worked in a snack shop.
"Aunt Zhang, let's clean it up and use it." He said this, but he did it himself, but instructed Aunt Zhang how to use it.
The two of them worked together, starting with the only ingredients they had on hand, and soon made some croissants.
Aunt Zhang tore open the still-hot bread, tasted it, and said, "It's delicious, fragrant."
"Then I'll get one for Mr. Huo." An Wuyang said, put one on a plate and carried it into the bedroom.
The tall man was working in the workspace, unconcerned by the safe intrusion.
"Mr. Huo," An Wuyang knocked on the door that was originally open, and said as he walked, "Aunt Zhang made a croissant, are you hungry?"
He stopped about a meter away.
The muscles on Huo Yunchuan's back tensed, and there was an illusion that he was on the verge of an enemy, which made his face darken.
"..." What's so scary about a fluffy kid.
"Put it on the table." He said lightly.
"Okay." An Wuyang nodded and brought the bread over.
Then he didn't leave, but sat down on the chair next door with a straight and serious face.
"Let's talk, Mr. Huo."
Huo Yunchuan put down his work and slowly turned to look at him.
However, An Wuyang was thinking about the words, and his face was thoughtful: "Um..." He thought to himself, it was a bit inappropriate to say this: "Uh..." It doesn't seem right to say that.
Huo Yunchuan couldn't wait any longer. He was sweating on his forehead, and he urged, "Let's talk."
So An Wuyang hurriedly said: "It's like this, that's why I decided not to go home."
Huo Yunchuan looked at him with calm on the surface, but his back was soaked: "Then what?"
An Wuyang's heart beat faster. After all, he knew Mr. Huo's potential meaning. He said slowly, "Although I don't know what I like, but I don't hate you," he raised his eyes and decided seriously: "Then Give everyone a chance."
This little angel is so cute.
Huo Yunchuan cleared his itchy throat and promised as best he could, "I'll let you know."
He is full of confidence that as long as the other party reaches his age, he will definitely fall in love with the best person around him first.
"Oh, okay." An Wuyang nodded uncomfortably.
President Huo stared at the child for a moment, then pulled out the chair and reached out to hug him...
At this time, An Wuyang thought to himself, um, since I promised to give everyone a chance, I can't refuse it. Well, sitting on my lap this...
Mr. Huo fed him bread.
"I don't eat bread, I've already eaten it." An Wuyang's attention was quickly taken away by the bread: "You can eat it yourself, I think it's baked well."
"..." President Huo hugged the little angel contentedly, tasting the bread in his mouth, but it seemed that he was not tasting the bread, but the little angel himself.
"Then when are we going to register?" Huo Yunchuan asked casually.
An Wuyang thought about it carefully: "Today is the weekend, wait for me to check the working hours of the Civil Affairs Bureau first."
He took out his mobile phone, sat on Huo Yunchuan's lap and began to investigate carefully, and he found out that the Civil Affairs Bureau did not work on weekends.
The understanding little angel first asked clearly, "Does Mr. Huo need to pick a date?"
It is said that large families are more concerned about the almanac, fortune, and so on.
Huo Yunchuan, the old fritters, stared at the little angel in his arms: "What if not?" Obviously he had already guessed An Wuyang's plan.
"If you don't need it," An Wuyang suggested uncertainly, "How do you feel about Monday?"
"Okay." Huo Yunchuan agreed immediately, and at the same time lowered his head and kissed the safe ear.
The heavy breathing that came from his ears startled An Wuyang, did he think he was sick
He didn't think much and asked, "what's the matter with Mr. Huo?"
Then the place where he was sitting was uncomfortable, An Wuyang's face turned red, and he finally knew what was going on.
He moved quickly and gently again.
President Huo, who was killed by him, had a distorted and uncomfortable expression. He persisted for several minutes before letting go of An Wuyang: "Go and read, I will continue to work."
An Wuyang glanced at the piles of documents on the desktop, then nodded obediently and went out.
He thought with admiration that Mr. Huo is really an entrepreneur with a strong mind and a dedicated mind.
The author has something to say:
Crane: Excuse me, Mr. Huo, won't your conscience hurt when the little angel praises you so much
Huo: What he said is the truth.
Crane: Hmm, eh? ok, ok...