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The little angel dropped the phone in his hand and lay on the sofa, quietly thinking about his own thoughts.
However, what appeared in his mind was Mr. Huo's round ass for a while, and then Mr. Huo's strong abdominal muscles...
An Wuyang irritably turned over, his delicate eyebrows twitched.
"Um..." Then go to sleep.
He closed his eyes and saw a pair of straight and slender legs in front of him.
"Ah." An Wuyang sat up and raked his hair.
Fortunately, a series of cell phone ringtones suddenly sounded, making his fantasy come to an abrupt end.
The number on the screen was very unfamiliar, and An Wuyang hesitated whether to answer it.
"Hello?" If it's a salesman's call, it's never too late to hang up.
The other side said, "Hello, I have a courier for you. Are you at home now?"
It turned out to be the courier's call, but...
"My courier?" An Wuyang was confused, as he had not shopped online recently.
No one said anything to give themselves.
"Yes." The courier kindly told: "The sender's surname is Huo."
In that case, it is possible that Mr. Huo bought something.
An Wuyang nodded: "Okay, please bring it up now."
Courier came quickly.
It is a small box in the hand, and the weight is very light.
After An Wuyang dismantled it, a white U disk lay in his palm.
—No problem, grandpa sent you a USB flash drive, which contains some of Yunchuan's previous game records, I think you should like to watch it.
An Wuyang was too surprised.
Don't know what game will be? The other party never said it.
Five minutes later, on the screen of the laptop left by Huo Yunchuan, a video record of his swimming competition in high school was displayed.
An Wuyang just watched for a few minutes before biting his lip.
What catches his eyes now is a beautiful and indifferent young man with long legs, a sexy slender figure, and crystal drops of water hanging on his face.
At that time, Huo Yunchuan's limbs were still relatively thin, and the lines of his face were a little softer than now, but his temperament was not soft.
Instead, his eyes are sharp and his eyebrows are flying, and at first glance, he is not easy to mess with.
The young man staring at the screen has a changeable expression.
It turns out that Huo Yunchuan was already so cool at that time, and there was no superfluous expression from the beginning to the end.
Including winning the first place, he just curled his lips, looking very disdainful.
Next, as the camera zooms in on the podium, the other side glances straight at the camera.
An Wuyang's heart went numb, and he felt as if Huo Yunchuan in high school had penetrated the medium of time and glared at him.
He nestled in the chair, holding the bar pillow in his arms, and his heart was in chaos.
After a while, I felt that the room was very hot, so I got up and looked for the air-conditioning panel to control the temperature.
After An Wuyang felt calm, he sent a text message to thank Mr. Huo who sent him a USB flash drive.
—Thank you grandpa, I have received the U disk [Little Sun/][Little Sun/]
Mr. Huo responded in seconds.
- Just receive it, haha, grandpa was thinking just now, if only Yun Chuan met you sooner.
An Wuyang's face was upright, breaking the other party's fantasy.
—But he was eighteen and I was six...
Mr. Huo imagined that the rebellious 18-year-old grandson met a 6-year-old big class child...
"..." He quickly cut off the association, and at the same time shivered deeply.
Still feel good now.
—The video is gone. If you want to see the photos, you can come to Grandpa’s house next time. There are many.
Out of courtesy, returned safely.
—Okay, if you have a chance next time, go see it.
Mr. Huo quickly returned.
—Of course there is a chance, can we make an appointment
Safe and messy in the wind.
- This, when Yun Chuan comes back, I will ask him.
The mood over there is quite complicated, thinking that there are so many good-tempered people in the world, the soft boy chose the one who was difficult to get along with.
Moreover, he is really dependent, and others can’t even try to win over him.
—Ah, that's fine.
Mr. Huo quietly stretched out his paws, but did not give up the idea of continuing to test.
At noon, President Huo, who used to be a beautiful young man in the sports department, hurried back from the outside to eat with the little angel at home.
"What did you do at home this morning?"
As soon as he got home, the man quickly changed into comfortable home clothes, the same series as the little angel.
"I didn't do anything, I just watched the book and the short video for a while." An Wuyi replied with a lowered eyebrow, eating a yam tablet in his mouth.
He sat far away for dinner today, which was different from where he usually eats.
Huo Yunchuan sat silently, and after a while, got up and hugged him.
The result was rejected.
One was standing and the other was sitting, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little stalemate.
An Wuyang whispered: "I'm so big now..."
Huo Yunchuan interrupted him lightly: "Why didn't you say this a few days ago?"
You know, before yesterday, the little angels were eating well in his arms.
An Wuyang raised his eyes and saw that his face was bad and his eyes were sharp: "..." This person's expression overlapped with him in high school.
Knowing that Huo Yunchuan is not easy to mess with, An Wuyang closed his mouth and did not speak.
From Huo Yunchuan's point of view, the stubborn young man's lips were pursed, his eyelashes were drooping, and he looked like a bully even when he was angry.
Huo Yunchuan turned his eyes away and clenched his fist, pulled up the chair beside him, and sat down next to An Wuyang: "Eat."
Floatingly, that's all
"Ah?" The pale lips parted slightly and made a single sound.
Seeing Huo Yunchuan staring at him intently, An Wuyang immediately looked away, but his reddish ears betrayed him.
With a smile in his eyes, Huo Yunchuan looked at him from beginning to end, and hummed softly, "Small embarrassment."
"..." What the hell is this called
An Wuyang bowed his head to eat, not wanting to care about anyone.
He took one bite at a time and ate it very seriously, while Huo Yunchuan didn't move, and he looked very seriously.
"Aren't you eating?" An Wuyang raised his eyes and glared at him.
Huo Yunchuan raised his lips and smiled: "I'm full after seeing you eat." Suddenly, he leaned closer: "Or are you caring about me now?"
An Wuyi was stunned for a moment, then looked away: "It's nothing, do you like it or not."
He clenched his teaspoon, trying to control his thumping heartbeat, his palms sweating.
The distance between them was very close, Huo Yunchuan's breath fell on his cheeks, and the feeling was clear.
"You're really awkward." The man sat up straight and said lightly, "Eat, it's not good if it's cold."
It's a simple sentence, and it has magic power when it comes out of Huo Yunchuan's mouth.
An Wuyi was soft-hearted and had no temper, and couldn't bear to face Huo Yunchuan.
"..." He let go of the teaspoon, picked up a pair of chopsticks, took Huo Yunchuan's hand and stuffed it in.
Huo Yunchuan was stunned for a while, raised his eyebrows, and then held the hand with his backhand.
This time, I won't tolerate it anymore, I just picked up An Wuyang and put it on my lap: "It's more comfortable this way."
An Wuyang struggled, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Don't move, you won't eat if you move." Huo Yunchuan looked into his eyes: "I'll eat you."
Knowing that Huo Yunchuan did what he said, An Wuyang was too frightened to move.
Then I thought that I am not afraid of being eaten, but I am afraid that I will have an appetite and I will have to think about it in the future.
The mood suddenly dropped.
The contented man didn't pay much attention, just thought he was safe and sound, and started feeding.
"Do you remember what I told you this morning?" he asked softly.
"Huh?" What's the matter
At seven o'clock in the evening, X International Studios.
Hearing that Huo Yunchuan had covered everything here, An Wuyang opened his eyes, and the flat almonds suddenly turned into round almonds.
Speaking of which, this is the first time he has gone out in so many days.
"Let's go, let's go in." Huo Yunchuan touched An Wuyang's arm. Seeing that he didn't respond, he held hands directly: "What are you being cautious about, and no one is looking at you."
An Wuyang glanced at the staff and whispered, "Nonsense."
The staff member who had his eyes on him guiltily removed his eyes, daring not to offend.
There are only two people in the huge auditorium.
The surroundings were quiet, a faint light shone on Huo Yunchuan, and his facial features were blurred.
Before the movie started, he picked up An Wuyang and put it on himself.
The little boy who resisted slightly said, "Why do you like hugging me so much?"
With An Wu's one hand against his chest, Huo Yunchuan's expression was patient, both comfortable and uncomfortable: "What's wrong with you?" He approached in a hoarse voice: "Aang, don't torture me."
An Wuyang hesitated for a moment, then let go: "..."
He was immediately held tightly by Huo Yunchuan, leaving no gaps.
"Talk to me." A domineering voice sounded in his ear, as the heat penetrated into the cochlea.
An Wuyang blushed, twisted his head slightly, and exhaled lightly outside: "Don't treat me like this."
"What about you?" Huo Yunchuan complained, "You treat me like this?"
An Wuyang pursed his lips and said, "How do I treat you?"
Huo Yunchuan pinched his chin and asked him to face him face to face, eye to eye: "You really don't know, how will my mood be if you ignore me?"
An Wuyang bit his lip: "I don't know."
"Then I'll tell you." Huo Yunchuan let go of An Wuyang's chin, took his hand instead, and pressed against his chest: "It hurts like being stabbed by a knife."
Such a bloody adjective makes An Wuyang soft-hearted unsurprisingly.
But it's not just Mr. Huo who is sad.
Does the other party understand his frustration, An Wuyang thought gloomily.
"I didn't see it." He said this, perhaps making Mr. Huo retreat.
The man who hugged him hummed softly, "I don't write on my face."
The atmosphere was silent, and the opening song of the film played, breaking the deadlock.
An Wuyi turned his head to look at the screen and whispered, "Let's watch a movie."
A peaceful town appears on the screen, and the background music is soothing and pleasant.
It was dusk, and the light was soft, which seemed to cast a halo on the young art student.
This story is about a straight male art student whose art dream was stranded.
While feeling down, he and his girlfriend drifted apart and broke up.
Suddenly one day an art student met a friend's brother, a writer who returned to a small town for vacation from a big city.
The charming story begins.
As a work-study good baby, An Wuyang seldom goes to the cinema to watch movies.
Every time he came, he would always take it seriously, and this time was no exception.
In the middle of the movie, there is a picture of intimacy and lingering on the screen, which is unexpected.
Fortunately, An Wuyang was immersed in the plot and did not remove his eyes halfway.
Unconsciously, he grabbed Huo Yunchuan's fingers and asked nervously, "Will they be discovered?"
Huo Yunchuan didn't mind revealing the facts he had seen, so he casually said, "Yes."
His attention is not at all movies, watching little angels is more fun than movies, to be honest.
The writer's younger brother really found out that the art student and the writer went to bed. The little angel made regretful voices one after another, and seemed particularly worried that the two protagonists could not be together.
Huo Yunchuan looked at him with deep and greedy eyes, full of predatory desires.
How can it be so cute
Watching a movie can also make your eyes red.
Not only is this cute, it's also a bit stupid.
Huo Yunchuan swore that he would never let An Wuyang see "Brokeback Mountain" in his life.
Why don't you cry to death
An Wuyang watched the ending with trepidation, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Well, it's a happy ending.
He calmed down and found that the corners of his eyes were slightly wet and his body was a little weak.
Maybe it was too tight just now, and it became like this after relaxing all of a sudden.
"..." In other words, he is now leaning softly against Huo Yunchuan's arms.
This is too outrageous, must get up.
However, just as soon as he moved, Huo Yunchuan pressed him back, pressing him even tighter than before: "Zhangjiao, I like you, I want to love you, don't reject me again, okay?"
Just finished speaking.
The warm touch squeezed in along the lip line and ran rampant in the mouth.
An Wuyang frowned, wanting to protest.
Huo Yunchuan took the opportunity to push forward and kissed even more recklessly.
"Well..." An Wuyang was trembling all over, half ashamed and half angry, Huo Yunchuan actually...
He shook his head desperately, no!
"Little baby, what are you afraid of, you're not too young..." Huo Yunchuan insisted on his own approach and didn't stop for a moment.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, it is most difficult to withstand the stimulation of foreign objects.
An Wuyi cried, lying on Huo Yunchuan's shoulder, tears came out with that thing.
"Be good and don't cry." Huo Yunchuan didn't dislike it, he wiped his hands with his clothes, and then hugged the little angel and coaxed: "I love you, and I will be good to you for the rest of my life. If Huo Yunchuan can't do it, let him not. Good to die."
"Ahh..." An Wuyang made a loud noise deliberately, covering his ears not to listen.
What does he mean
Huo Yunchuan asked knowingly, "Don't you want me to die, little baby?"
"Huo Yunchuan!" Too bullying.
An Wuyang released the palm of his ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't believe the oath that I say."
"Then what do you believe?" Huo Yunchuan pressed against his forehead: "Come, tell me, I will do it if you say it, even if you tell me to die now."
"Ah!" An Wuyang called out again.
Huo Yunchuan rubbed him into his arms, his heart softened in a mess.
How can his little baby, little angel, be so cute.