He quickly moved his body away to let the other party go in to the bathroom, but the other party looked at him with complicated eyes and had no intention of going in at all.
An Wuyang has a small calculation in his heart. If the man is angry that he is not doing well today, he will quit the job and pack up and prepare to go home.
As soon as this thought appeared, An Wuyang's face darkened. After all, avoiding problems was not the purpose of his life.
He felt that he still had to communicate well: "That..."
Before he could speak, Huo Yunchuan stretched out his long arms and pulled the boy who was close at hand into his arms: "I'm sorry."
An Wuyang was suddenly dumbfounded, his chin rested on the other party's broad shoulders, and he had to stand on tiptoe to be comfortable, otherwise he would not even breathe smoothly: "It's okay."
It seems that this person is not to blame himself, which is true.
I was born with such conditions, and it is not my fault that I am not good.
"It's not that they don't like you," Huo Yunchuan held the depressed An Wuyang tightly in his arms and sighed, "You will know later."
An Wuyang blinked and wanted to nod, but found that the space for his jaw to move is limited, so he should come out of Mr. Huo's arms first.
He said, "Let me go first."
Holding such an indecent look, if Huo Yunchuan's parents see him, he will surely leave the impression of being frivolous and Meng Lang.
Huo Yunchuan let go of An Wuyang, and looked at the other person with a pair of deep and dark eyes. Knowing that there was nothing wrong with An Wuyang's face, he continued, "Don't think too much."
In fact, An Wuyang really didn't think much about it, these are just facts.
He said calmly, "I didn't think much about it." He also comforted the other person in turn: "Are you too nervous? It's normal for everyone to be cautious when meeting for the first time."
In order to make Huo Yunchuan believe in himself, An Wuyi waved the comb in his hand and smiled relaxedly.
Huo Yunchuan felt a tightness in his chest, but he couldn't say why.
It just doesn't feel right, and that's not how it felt before my parents and grandfather came.
He likes An Wuyang to rely on himself a little, even if he is willful and temperamental.
Silent and empty, An Wujie's eyes aimed in the direction of the restaurant: "Don't linger, everyone is waiting for us to eat."
Since Huo Yunchuan doesn't use the bathroom, he should go in and comb his hair by himself.
When he looked in the mirror, he found that it was really messy, and it was simply detrimental to his image.
Two minutes later, An Wuyang and Huo Yunchuan appeared in the restaurant one after the other.
"Come here, Wuyang's favorite shrimp, put it here." Aunt Zhang's voice interjected forcefully. She did this on purpose for the last dish.
After all, it was the child who had watched him for a long time, and he was surrounded and questioned by people in the living room just now. The atmosphere can only be known by personal experience.
An Wuyang said, "Thank you, Aunt Zhang."
Those who carefully observed him found that the whole body of the young boy who had left for a while seemed to calm down, not as tense as before.
"It turns out that Wuyi likes to eat shrimp, so eat more." Zhang Ruoqi took a pair of shrimps and placed them on the empty plate next to An Wuyi's rice bowl.
An Wuyang was a little surprised, and then thanked: "Thank you very much."
Zhang Ruoqi was about to say something, but saw his son put on disposable gloves and start peeling shrimp.
After a few seconds, the shrimp was peeled, dipped in the sauce, and served to the rice bowl next door.
The skill of the action is like having experienced countless times.
An Wuyi didn't need to look up, and he knew that this picture was too eye-catching, and everyone on the table could see it.
He looked as usual, picked up the gloves next to him and put them on, and unhurriedly peeled out the two shrimps that Zhang Ruoqi had brought, and sent one to Huo Yunchuan's bowl and the other to his own.
The people watching them smiled, even a little envious, this kind of feeling is too good.
Huo Yunchuan stared at the shrimp in his bowl, his eyes darkened, probably happy.
Mr. Huo laughed twice: "Grandpa also likes to eat shrimp, and Wuyang also peels two for Grandpa, okay?"
The two grandchildren's children expressed their love for each other, and the old man was itching to see it and wanted to get together.
"Of course." It's not just peeling shrimp, these little things are not difficult.
An Wuyang started in a hurry. If other requirements were technical, they might not be able to do it.
A few buddies at the table said, "Oh, those of us who don't have any pain, let's do it ourselves."
With their gags, the atmosphere at the dinner table heated up for a while.
The elders smiled and seemed to be enjoying themselves.
To be honest, they are all busy people, and it is rare to see such a crowd at the end of the year.
Like Huo Yunchuan said, how could he not like it.
You know, their experiences as parents all came from the only son who went his own way.
I suddenly met an introverted and sensitive child, who suddenly transitioned from a stranger to his own daughter-in-law.
I don't know how to get closer to each other, it's normal.
What's more, the other party seems to be indifferent to others, and only when he is facing Huo Yunchuan will he show childishness.
It's also amazing.
An Wuyang, who lowered his eyes and helped the old man peel shrimp seriously, didn't know that in the eyes of others, he was actually a difficult object to approach.
Even a little alienated, excluding communication.
After dinner, it was a little late.
Huo Yunchuan was in charge of escorting the guests out, and An Wuyang was ordered to stay by him.
You don't have to send people off by yourself, and you are happy and leisurely.
Because Aunt Zhang was absent at night, the messy desktop had to be cleaned up by myself.
When An Wuyi wanted to clean up by himself, he felt that he would definitely be scolded when Mr. Huo saw it later.
He hesitated for a moment between being scolded and not working, choosing not to work with some hesitation.
Downstairs, Huo Xiao stood in front of his son, who was already doing very well, and turned to pat him on the shoulder: "Okay, just send it here, no need to send it..."
"Go back and see if you're safe." Zhang Ruoqi said, adding the words that her husband left in his mouth that he didn't say.
Huo Yunchuan didn't leave, but stared at his parents with puzzled eyes: "You don't like chiggers?"
The Huo family was stunned and laughed: "Why do you ask this?" They didn't dislike it. Seriously, this question should be reversed: "We don't think the child likes us very much. You have time to ask why..."
Seeing his son's disbelief, the Huo family head, who is over fifty years old, groaned in his heart: "Don't think about it, I'll just be more familiar with it in the future."
Back in the car, the wife said, "How long has it been since you had a good conversation?"
Ten years ago, I didn't dare to think about it, and seven years ago, it was about better, but I didn't see two or three times a year.
In the past three or four years, the surface has been peaceful, but it has always been separated by a layer.
The atmosphere between the two sides has changed from tense to mutual respect.
After that, it’s almost like this. Whether we can go further is up to God’s will.
The left-behind 'child' found that someone had returned, and it turned out to be Mr. Huo: "Did you deliver it?" He asked, and pointed at the restaurant in a low voice, "I didn't move the table, you go and clean it up."
"..." President Huo, who was called to be a cow and a horse as soon as he got home, froze all over, but still nodded coolly, put on his apron and gloves immediately, and went to work.
The next day was the school day, and the morning traffic in Beijing was as horrible as ever.
An Cheng moved his heart after sending his young son to school.
Standing in the shade of the tree at the gate of the school, he called the second child at home.
"Wuyang, how is it at school? When will the military training start?" Dad An is from the north, with a big voice and a strong body. When he saw his son growing into his teens, he was still a little tall. He didn't say it. .
Why didn't he inherit the tall and mighty old An family, but he inherited the goddamn slenderness.
However, the honest and kind temperament is the kind of Lao An's family who did not run away.
"Dad?" An Wuyang said, "It's fine, I guess tomorrow."
Since becoming pregnant, he has found himself lying at a higher and higher level.
It has basically reached the point of bragging without blinking.
"Oh, that's it." An Cheng fanned, complaining about Qiuhu's power, and continued chatting with his son on the phone: "I sent your brother to school today, and now I'm standing at the school gate, it's very hot."
An Wuyang: "Then go home quickly, the house is cool." Then: "Are you still going to work today?"
"No, go to your grandma's house and bring something to eat for the two elders." An Cheng said, "Then you can figure it out for yourself, what should you do, and give me a call if you don't have any money."
"Yes." The tuition fee was paid, and he didn't go to school, so it was very uncomfortable for him to be safe and sound.
"Okay, then hang up, I'll go to refuel the car and hit the road right away." An Cheng said, and hung up the phone with satisfaction.
"Goodbye." After An Wuyang said to his father, he fell into a sense of loss.
This is the taste of my own life, although it is a bit ordinary and tacky.
Anxiety, stress, worry, there are many.
"Who to talk to?" Huo Yunchuan came over in a suit and leather shoes, with a tie wrapped around his hand: "I have to go out and be back in two hours at the latest."
He looked at the time and was still in time for lunch.
Just now, An Wuyi was still immersed in the world of the common people's firewood, rice, oil, and salt, and when he turned around, he was blinded by the handsome and powerful young master.
Anyway, he couldn't hide his words.
An Wuyang looked at Huo Yunchuan and said, "Ah, Mr. Huo is also very handsome today."
The man was tall and straight, and high-spirited.
I have to admit that the appearance of the other party in formal clothes will probably be indelible in my mind for the rest of my life.
Huo Dashao's eyes flashed, and the expression on his face became thoughtful.
If he remembered correctly, since he knew An Wuyang, the number of times the other party bluntly complimented... but more than once or twice.
Unconsciously, Huo Yunchuan tied his tie a little slower than usual.
Of course he did this not because of his handicap, but because he felt something, that ignorant young man likes male sex.
"Then I'm going out, you wait for me to come back." When the tie was always tied, Huo Yunchuan explained and left.
"Okay, that..." An Wuyang raised his paw, just wanting to say goodbye.
The other party turned back and met his stunned eyes.
"I forgot to hug you." Huo Yunchuan's breath came towards him, right next to An Wuyang's ear, warm and warm.
Just hugging is nothing, after all, An Wuyang proposed it himself.
He didn't blame anyone, he blamed himself for his skin hunger, he just wanted to experience the hypocrisy that someone would hug him when he went out and returned home.
However, a wet, glutinous touch squeezed into his mouth and drove straight in.
What made An Wuyang bad was that his first reaction was to close his eyes, open his mouth, and do it in one go.
Come on, blush.
"..." Huo Yunchuan was surprised for a moment, taking time out of his busy schedule to comment, he was really enthusiastic.
It's not surprising, he is very calm, after all, in terms of appearance, he can rank casually in Beijing.
It's normal for a naive person in an ivory tower like An Wuyi to have a blank emotional experience and fall into himself.
After confirming the little angel's pure intentions, President Huo kissed the kiss deeper.
The object of kissing with him gradually became unbearable, and there was always a feeling that he was about to be eaten!
An Wuyang tried his best to push Huo Yunchuan away, pretending that he could control the rhythm of his breathing, and said, "Aren't you going to go out? Be careful not to be late."
When President Huo noticed his Meng Lang, his face flushed, and he wiped his lower lip and said, "It's true." Then he glanced at the messed up teenager, reached out and touched the other's head: "You can call me anytime."
"..." An Wuyang nodded and didn't speak, as if I was listening.
Finally watching the tall man leave, he collapsed on the sofa, still unable to believe that the one who opened his mouth was himself.
Very sorry.
What will the other party think
Mr. Huo entered three words into the editing column, but was deleted by the boy's fingers and replaced with two words.
- Yun Chuan, I didn't mean anything else just now.
An Wuyang sent it out, hoping that the other party would understand. There are too many questions in my heart, and I have no idea of falling in love yet.
In a few seconds, Huo Dashao, looking forward to how long it will take to go out this time will receive the contact from the 'sticky spirit'.
The moment the phone rang, he raised his hand to look at his watch, his brows beaming.
- Watch a movie with you tonight.
An Wuyang received this response and was full of doubts.
-Um
- Want to cover the tide, gay themed movies.
An Wuyang twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that the other party intentionally changed the subject, that would not work.
- Aren't we talking about something else
—I mean, you should learn to be honest, chigger.
Huo Yunchuan arrived at the destination with a bright face, and he connected with the difficult partner, which made him feel cute.
He thought to himself, from this point of view, he should fight for less overlord clauses.