In the evening, the time in the United States is daytime. When sister An Wuyu saw the reply from the elder brother, she felt relieved for a while.
Let's just say, even if the eldest brother married into a wealthy family, he would still be the same younger brother.
—Such a big happy event, of course, we have to go back. We will talk about it in detail when we meet. Now my sister has to go to class first.
-OK.
Taking advantage of the free time when Huo's father was not stalking, An Wuyang secretly found his mobile phone and sent text messages on the bed.
—Little Fatty, I have something that I have kept from you for a long time, and I want to confess to you [cover face/]
When Xue Jiyang saw his buddy's message, he replied in a complicated mood.
—Big brother, I also have something that I have kept from you for a long time and want to confess to you.
This direction of development is something that An Wuyang did not expect...
—Well, do you want to say it first or do I want to say it
Xue Jiyang returned.
-Let's type together, whoever finishes typing first will send first.
— OK.
An Wuyang pursed his lips and buried his head in typing.
- I am married and have children.
- I'm gay.
The two friends looked at their mobile phone screens: "… "
— the trough…
— the trough…
Xue Jiyang was stunned and couldn't believe it.
- You made your female classmate's belly bigger? Fengzi got married
Safely returned.
—No, it’s someone else who made my belly bigger, that’s not the point, are you gay
Xue Jiyang returned blankly.
—Yeah, I’m gay, and I was with my roommate during the winter vacation, that’s not the point, you you you… make your belly bigger? you ass me
An Wuyi replied with a complicated face.
—Without you, I am very talented, my child is almost full moon, and I want to invite you to drink full moon wine. roommate? Let's bring them together, let's get to know each other.
Xue Jiyang didn't return to his senses, like a fool.
- Your partner is also a man
"Why not?" An Wuyang made a direct phone call and said, "He is still my parents' immediate boss, and he is twelve years older than me. We met during a one-night stand at a bar, high energy?"
Xue Jiyang: "Fuck... F*ck..." Besides f*ck, f*ck.
This is too damn high-powered.
The An Wuyi that Xiao Pang knew was honest and honest, simple and shy, and he really couldn't be seen.
"No, but don't you go to school?"
"It's a lie." An Wuyang said, "I won the lottery not long after the college entrance examination. It was the time we went together, do you remember? Boys' break-up party."
"Remember, remember." How could Xiaopang not remember: "The time when I was despised by the nightclub girl, Pig Head Bing."
Xie Ran raised his head from the side: "What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything..." Little Fatty turned around and continued to mutter in a smaller voice: "Tsk tsk, my buddy is being controlled to death after falling in love."
An Wuyang: "Me too."
Xue Jiyang: "Does your partner look at your phone?"
An Wuyang: "Don't look, he just put it away."
Xue Jiyang touched his nose, which made him embarrassed: "Hey, it's okay to be married and have children, anyway, I won't have children in my life. By the way, can I be a godfather?"
An Wuyang said, "Yes, you don't mind if the baby has several godfathers."
Xue Jiyang thought about it: "Then let's be an uncle, haha."
Before he knew it, Xie Ran was already behind him, with his chin on his shoulder, looking like he was listening openly.
"Okay, I'll send you an invitation later," An Wuyang asked, "By the way, what's your partner's name?"
Xue Jiyang glanced to the side and said, "Xie Ran, Xie Xie, flowers bloom, Xie Xie, spotless dye."
An Wuyi smiled and said, "Okay, I remember."
At this moment, the door opened, and Huo Yunchuan walked in, followed by Duanmu Basin's servant.
An Wuyang immediately hid his mobile phone, sat obediently on the edge of the bed, and called out softly, "Yunchuan."
Huo Yunchuan nodded and replied, "Well, let's soak your feet." He instructed the helper to put the wooden tub, then squatted down and rolled up the cuffs of his pajama pants for An Wuyang, and put those feet in the brown hot water.
Soak, knead, and toss for twenty minutes.
In this way, it can cure diseases such as cold body and deficiency of blood and qi.
Huo Yunchuan knew that the little angel's body was not strong, so he adjusted the little angel's body just after giving birth.
Regarding postpartum care, Zhang Ruoqi hired a postpartum nurse for his daughter-in-law to plan the confinement.
Now the safe food and clothing expenses, daily life, are extremely fine.
Huo's father, who loves him, takes the pedicure work on himself, and does it very seriously every time.
The nurses have been working here for a few days, and the feeling is that they can't help.
What she wants to do, the master always rushes to do.
Later, she could only take her children to steal Aunt Zhang's job.
Later, the nurse found in desperation that she was not robbing Aunt Zhang's job, but still the husband's job.
"..." is so desperate!
"Ah..." An Wuyang called out, because the soles of his feet were a little hurt by Dundun's father.
He took a swipe to his side, but couldn't pull it back.
"Don't move." Huo Yunchuan held An Wujie's soles tightly, not allowing him to be squeamish: "Your body is so weak, if you don't take care of it now, how will you live in the future?"
It's too weak, he doesn't dare to start at all.
Now it's just a mouthful, watching it.
An Wuyi bared his teeth in confusion, is his body weak
He couldn't feel it. After all, in the past year, he didn't have a cold or fever, and he didn't have a headache or fever.
The doctor did say at first about malnutrition.
However, now he lowered his head and scratched the flesh on his thigh, which was obviously chubby.
An Wuyang asked, "Don't you think I'm fat?"
Huo Yunchuan: "I don't think it's just right for you."
After pressing his feet, the man who had been abstinent for a year raised his head and went over his safe body.
The young man is much plumper than when we first met, his cheeks are no longer thin, his forehead is plump and his skin is hydrated, his eyes are big, and when he looks at people with a smile, he is very attractive.
Perhaps because of having had children, there is a little bit of charm in simplicity.
President Huo stood up hard in his trousers, and took the wooden tub to pour the little angel's foot wash.
In the evening, his fair feet, which were carefully washed by him, were pitifully borrowed by him for one night.
Apart from being shy, An Wuyang can't do anything at all.
Because of the meticulous care taken during this time, borrowing his own feet for half an hour seemed insignificant compared to the other party's hard work.
After finishing the work, Huo Yunchuan wiped the little angel's feet with a hot and humid towel, and then applied a moisturizing body lotion: "Honey, go to sleep."
The low voice was accompanied by the yawns of the two little angels.
An Wuyang tried his best to open his eyes, always remembering that he still had something important to say to Huo Yunchuan.
But he was so sleepy that he fell into a dream with just a cry of 'Yunchuan'.
Huo's father looked serious, kissed the little angel's forehead, and then kissed the little angel's forehead.
A day of toil and happiness is not over yet.
President Huo Da, who was dealing with work late at night, went online.
The work area is arranged in the corner of the bedroom, not far from the big bed.
The keyboard used by Mr. Huo is an electrostatic capacitive keyboard, which does not make noise even when answering emails.
With a cup of strong tea in his hand, he refreshes himself while reading his work emails.
Facing work and partners, it is not as tender and sweet as facing little angels.
After reading a certain document, Huo Yunchuan frowned in displeasure: "..."
He lifts his fingers, ups and downs on the keyboard, and sends them out.
After working until half past eleven, Huo Dashao, who was used to taking a shower before going to bed, walked into the bathroom again and simply took a shower before coming back to sleep.
In this lukewarm weather, having a heat source around is a very comfortable thing.
In his sleep, An Wuyang felt the warmth and comfort beside him, so he leaned over like this.
President Huo, who was unconsciously rubbing his cheek against his chest by An Wuyang, felt hot in his body: "..."
When he woke up the next day, An Wuyang found that the man beside him was absent as usual, as if he had gone to the morning exercise.
"Don Dun?"
Dun Dun was not there either, he should have been looked after by Aunt Zhang in the next room.
Teenagers who get enough sleep have fair and smooth skin in the morning. After getting up and washing their face, they are clear and in good condition.
However, An Wuyang didn't pay much attention to his appearance.
He got up, put on his cotton coat, and sat beside the bed for a while.
Then I went to wash and comb my hair, sat on the sofa in the room, and waited for the maids and aunts to bring breakfast.
Usually a healthy breakfast is delivered, and Huo Yunchuan will come back with him.
The sweaty man would go to take a battle bath and then sit down to have breakfast with An Wuyang.
The little angel is not very lively in private, usually he is quite silent without teasing him.
The little angels who take the initiative to love their relatives will only see them when they are in a particularly good mood.
For example, now, An Wuyang greeted Huo Yunchuan softly: "Morning."
Then focus on eating.
Dad Huo stared at his face and moved the delicious food in front of him.
"Well, you can eat it too." An Wuyang said, this little thing made of red beans was eaten yesterday.
Made it again today because he thought it was delicious.
In fact, the truth of the matter is not so.
"Yeah." Huo Yunchuan picked up a breakfast that he told the kitchen to make with beneficial ingredients and put it in his mouth.
Sweet but not greasy, no wonder it is loved by little angels.
Other breakfasts of various colors, or add red dates, or add walnuts, delicious and will not be disgusted.
Anyway, if this sullen man doesn't say anything, young An Wuyang will not know how much the other party has spent on him.
"Did you sleep late last night?" the little boy asked concerned.
"It's not too late." Huo Yunchuan replied.
"Oh." An Wuyang held the spoon hesitantly: "Anyway, it's fine to go to bed before twelve o'clock. Do you try not to exceed twelve o'clock in the future?"
As a person who is only in charge of himself, before he gave birth to Dundun, he had never been in charge of Huo Yunchuan's affairs. This was the first time he whispered.
Huo Yunchuan was stunned, and he nodded after getting up early to eat a pound of sugar: "Okay."
An Wuyang asked again: "How many times did Dun Dun wake up last night? Did you wet the bed?"
Huo's father replied, "woke up twice and urinated twice."
Thinking of his son's feat of sprinkling while eating, the perfectionist old man's face was calm, and he did not intend to share it with the little angel.
"It's been hard work for you." An Wuyang said this, feeling that Huo Yunchuan had to take care of himself and Dundun again, and he had to deal with work, and it was especially hard: "When I'm out of confinement, I can take turns with you to take care of Dundun at night. Dun."
"..." What President Huo thought in his mind was that your son cried so loudly last night and you still slept like a pig, can you get up
nonexistent.
So he was too lazy to refute the little angel.
Not long after, the invitations that Huo Xiao asked someone to make were completed and sent to the house by the staff.
The invitation is very beautifully done, and the Huo family and son felt it was OK after acceptance.
So distribute it, write and post each.
An family's fifty letters, Huo Xiao asked An Wuyang for the address, and asked someone to deliver it in person.
In fact, plus the expected loss, a total of 60 letters.
Mr. Huo asked for some himself, presumably to invite his old friend.
Huo Yunchuan and An Wuyang also got a lot back here, but they were mainly Huo Yunchuan's friends and business partners.
The little boy opened his mobile phone address book and felt that the full moon banquet for his precious son would only happen once in his life, so he invited all who could be invited.
Of course, it was President Huo Da who helped him write the post.
Dun Dun's father's pen calligraphy with flying and phoenix dance is very vigorous and powerful, which is enviable.
An Wuyang wondered: "How did the post get sent?"
President Huo glanced at him: "You ask for the address, someone will deliver it."
In An Wuyang's mind, the scene of the Huo family driver driving the extended Rolls-Royce to deliver the wedding invitation suddenly appeared... Then he shook his head, thinking it was impossible.
"Well! Then I'll ask for the address."
An Wuyang sent a cheerful and polite message to those who he wanted to invite.
He pondered these pieces of information for a long time, because he didn't want to be thought that he wanted a red envelope, so.
However, there are still very few people who return his address.
Usually they say that he is not free, or that it is inconvenient, and some people are surprised how he got married and had children so early
After winking and teasing, congratulations to him, and then still not coming.
An Wuyang hadn't thought about this situation before, and only accepted the fact after receiving replies one after another.
"Okay, it's okay, excuse me! I wish you a happy life, old classmate!"
The unhappy young man calmly replied to everyone who said he was sorry, saying that he was disturbed.
Really, this situation should have been considered before.
It's not that you have to give face to others when you post it yourself...
The little angel did some statistics by himself, and finally gave the names and addresses of the six classmates and teachers to Dad Huo, and one of them was the target of his little friend, so he made up six for him.
Huo Yunchuan glanced at it and said lightly, "Liu Liu Da Shun, not bad."
"..." The stubborn little angel couldn't help crying.
Huo Dashao put his heart on his leg, grabbed his hand and wrote an invitation to the six 'friends' who gave face.
Huo Dashao praised with conscience: "My family's words are really beautiful."
Little Angel, the pen-hand master, tried hard not to laugh: "Pfft..." But he couldn't help it!