Dun Dun's father, who stared at people coldly, was as fierce as the first impression.
But at that time, because of unfamiliarity, An Wuyang would be cowardly and afraid.
Whenever the other party stared at him, he would not dare to hide.
As for now, I'm afraid of an egg.
"Do you want a watermelon or an apple?" An Wuyang ran to the door and lay down on the door, sticking his head out to reveal his full forehead, his defensive actions showed that he was still a little scared.
"None of them, I'll eat pears." Huo Yunchuan seemed deliberate.
"Okay." An Wuyang ran away.
A whiff of childishness.
He went downstairs to cut a sweet pear, happily held it up, and presented it to Huo Yunchuan: "Eat it."
Such a good-natured and easy-going personality makes people reluctant to care about him at all.
President Huo sullenly took a bite of the pear from An Wuyang's hand. It was very sweet: "Do you want to eat it? I'll give you half of it."
An Wuyang shook his head and said seriously, "No separation."
Huo Yunchuan's reaction was slightly bigger: "cough, cough..."
Because the little angel's words were choked by a mouthful of pears, the handsome man over 30's face turned slightly red, and he did not seem to fit the character of his old driver.
"So careless?" An Wuyang wiped Huo Yunchuan with a wet tissue, as skilled as he was taking care of Dun Dun.
The old man who was already fluttering, glanced slightly, and followed the fingers under his eyelids to and fro.
He was slightly relieved that the little boy who had been taking care of himself had finally learned to love others.
very good.
The next day, the books were delivered.
An Wuyang was tinkering with the flours he hadn't touched in a long time in the kitchen, and suddenly, Dun Dun's father with a serious face grabbed him up to the study on the third floor.
Before, Huo Yunchuan never worked here in order to accompany him and Dundun.
Now that Duntun is a little older and An Wuyang is out of confinement, the work space must be moved here.
Seeing the books that were piled high on the table, An Wuyang, who was possessed by scumbags, shuddered: "What, what?"
The handsome man looked up at him and glanced at the book again: "Don't you want to study? Choose any subject by yourself and start studying today."
Yes, you are right!
But is it so fast
"Then, let's speak English." An Wuyang looked at the top book, heartbroken, and accepted the fact that he had started learning.
Huo Yunchuan took down the English book, opened it in his hands, then took out a pair of silver-rimmed glasses from the desk and put them on.
Then he walked to the small blackboard that he had arranged by himself, and wrote on the blackboard with blue chalk.
At the same time, An Wuyang finally saw the only small desk in the study!
It's exactly like a small desk in high school!
He walked over full of memories, pulled out the chair and sat down, and then inexplicably found that this was his own chair: "You..."
This man is horrible.
"Oh." Huo Yunchuan raised his hand to look back, and told lightly, "This is your desk."
"When did you get it back?" Too scary.
"Call your principal to find it." Huo Yunchuan turned around and wrote beautifully in chalk.
"My God..." An Wuyang covered his face with his hands, and then changed to lying on the table again: "... Now I must be famous in school."
"Don't lie on your stomach, sit up straight." Huo Yunchuan said coldly, not knowing when there was a small stick in his hand.
If it weren't for the little furball at the top, I would have thought he was playing for real!
Beating with this cat-like stick will not make An Wuyang feel pain, but it will make him feel a strong sense of shame.
"I'm a college student, I'm not a senior class student..." An Wuyang sat up straight, and suppressed his shyness and whispered: "Either you change the ruler, or don't hit me with that thing."
Huo Yunchuan was unmoved. At the same time, he was dissatisfied with Little Angel's classroom discipline. He said, "It's lecture time. You should focus on your studies. As for unimportant things, don't talk about it in class."
Safe and sound: "… "
It was not difficult to speak English in high school back then.
However, after a year of baptism, these things have been almost returned to the teacher.
When Huo Yunchuan learned about the little angel, he raised his hand and opened up another page to review high school knowledge for him.
There are residual impressions of what I have learned before, and the review is relatively smooth.
At this time, An Wuyang was very nervous, and he felt that he was not so nervous when facing a real teacher.
Do you still need to ask why
The boss, who earns hundreds of millions in minutes, deliberately put down the job at hand to teach a scumbag.
Even if you ask a question that a scumbag can't, you can only bite the bullet and say that you can.
"You read it together." Huo Yunchuan said, just now, he repeated the sentence on the small blackboard, word by word, to the little angel twice.
"Okay." An Wuyang stood up and stuttered in English.
Huo Yunchuan asked, "Is your English teacher from Sichuan?"
An Wuyi asked in surprise: "How do you know?"
Yes, his English teacher is indeed from Sichuan.
Huo Yunchuan pushed his glasses: "Because you speak English with a Sichuan accent..."
And he himself is a standard Oxford accent.
An·Sichuan's pronunciation · No problem, his face flushed with shame and shame, but his natural optimism made him scratch his head: "Actually, our class is alright, some English teachers are from the Northeast..."
Huo Yunchuan said, "It doesn't matter, I will correct it for you."
Wearing glasses to teach in front of the small blackboard, he became very strict, and quickly continued to repeat the words.
"difficulty, difficulty."
Teacher Huo repeated it twice, asking An Wuyang to read in his own accent.
"difficulty." The boy read.
Huo Yunchuan opened the recording on his mobile phone and read it again: "difficulty."
Safe and sound: "difficulty... "
"I'll let you hear it for yourself, what's the difference." Huo Yunchuan said.
Chuanwei boy heard his other half speak such standard and pleasant English, and his speech was always like the dialect of the motherland, he was very shy and shocked: "I can't speak well..."
Huo Yunchuan didn't say anything and continued to teach patiently.
Pronunciation tips and characteristics are summed up, safe or sound is not good.
"Why don't you forget it..." An Wuyang said in frustration, not daring to look up at Huo Yunchuan's eyes: "I can't say such an elegant tone."
Huo Yunchuan walked over and supported the little angel's desk: "You gave up so easily?"
An Wuyang lowered his head: "..."
Huo Yunchuan suddenly said fiercely, "Look up at me!"
An Wuyang, who was about to urinate, raised his head eagerly, his eyes were red: "No, I didn't give up, I was just afraid of wasting your time, I'm stupid."
Learning has always been slow, so it is suitable to learn slowly and quietly.
"The pronunciation of the words just now, this way..." Huo Yunchuan stared at him for a moment, then squeezed his chin and kissed his mouth sideways.
Use the tip of the tongue to point out clearly, several important areas of pronunciation, where they should be touched.
Safe and sound: "… "
My mind is in a mess, where can I still have the energy to pay attention to the problem of learning words, just focus on feeling the tenderness!
After the conscientious teaching was over, Huo Yunchuan left An Wuyang's lips, straightened his waist, and asked coldly, "Do you understand?"
The flushed young man's head is full of three major doubts in life: Who am I? Where am I? what am i doing
"Zhang chi?" Huo Yunchuan patted the boy's cheek with his chalk-smeared fingers: "I'm asking you something." Then, seeing the powder, he frowned and wiped it off carefully.
"Well, oh..." An Wuyang blushed and thought, when he was kissing seriously, Huo Yunchuan's kissing skills were pretty bad. Could this be considered unintentional: "...difficulty, right?"
With the mentality that he would not be right anyway, he made a fool of himself.
Huo Yunchuan's brows loosened, and he nodded in approval: "Yeah." After a pause, his eyes were complicated: "You really suit this teaching method."
"Huh?" Very unexpected!
"Since you like this, I won't waste time." Huo Yunchuan found the next word he needed to teach, repeated it twice, explained the characteristics of the speech, and then kissed the boy's chin.
It can be said that it is a very concise and clear teaching method!
From then on, Huo's father especially likes to teach English lessons to the little angel.
The second is the national standard class.
Teaching time, night, teaching location, exclusive practice room.
When An Wuyang was about to show his skills in the non-culture class, Dad Huo turned on the soft music, let the little angel step on his feet, and then put his arms around the little angel's waist, spinning in circles.
This, is, is, country, standard, dance
An Wuyang put his arms around the fake father's neck, and the whole person was caught in the tangle of 'Is it stupid or he is stupid'...
Looking sideways, the fake dad looked relaxed, his body movements were leisurely, and he enjoyed 'jumping'.
"..." After all, everyone's relationship is so good, the little angel pretends that he is dancing the national standard, otherwise what else can he do.
When it was almost over, President Huo hugged the obedient and well-behaved little angel and took a breath: "Baby, we don't learn the national standard dance."
An Wuyang immediately asked, "Why?"
Huo Yunchuan: "Learn to dance, you have to deal with the person who asks you to dance."
And how could he let An Wuyang dance with others.
"No, I learned dancing just to be able to show up with you on important occasions." An Wuyang explained anxiously, saying, "Otherwise, wouldn't you have to ask others to dance? I forbid you to dance with others. "
When he wasn't married, he couldn't control who Huo Yunchuan was with.
But now that they are married, they should only have each other in their hearts.
President Huo carried the little angel's footsteps and almost fell without twisting his ankle.
Very good, he took a deep breath: "Then I will teach you tomorrow..."
Even when he was sleeping, Huo Dashao, who was overjoyed with the little fanboy, was still reminiscing about his partner's domineering request just now.
It turns out that the little angel is so anxious in his heart, is he always worried that he will cause trouble
Huo Yunchuan thought that An Wuyi was so innocent and innocent that he didn't understand love.
This is very good, in another month, he will make the other party completely at ease.
After the one-day course, An Wuyang knew something about everything except the tasting.
"difficulty, difficulty."
Before going to bed, he sat at the desk where Huo Yunchuan worked before, and seriously re-acquainted himself with the things he learned during the day.
President Huo looked at the picture of the little angel reading the light at night, and his expression was sometimes relieved and sometimes distressed.
The next morning, he mercilessly dug up An Wuhang, opened the closet to find a set of clothes for him, and asked him to freshen up and change his clothes.
It's a formal suit.
An Wuyi asked where he was going, and immediately got up and got dressed.
"Slow down." Huo Yunchuan immediately reminded with a frown.
"It's all right." An Wuyang lifted the hem of his clothes and continued to change his clothes for more than a month: "My wound is no longer painful." He smiled at Huo Yunchuan.
Today they went to a venue for a wine tasting.
The location is a manor, there are not too many people inside, not too few, there are reporters.
An Wuyang was held by Huo Yunchuan. When he came in, he looked left and right, so he found that a reporter was filming him.
"Hi." Every time the teenager went out, he was dressed up to be very photogenic and laughed when he saw the camera.
After the Dun Dun full moon banquet before, there was a perception among the reporters in the capital that Huo Da Shao's daughter-in-law was a good shot! Can cooperate!
Many reporters who didn't attend didn't believe it, but this time I finally experienced it myself.
The reporter, who was so happy that he flew up, excitedly waved to An Wuyang.
"Hi..." The young boy across from them waved back.
Oh my god, it's still interactive!
Knock sweet! Knock cute!
"Let's follow up quietly and take pictures..." The reporters discussed timidly in private.
As soon as I saw Huo's 'alternative' daughter-in-law, I almost forgot that Huo Da Shao's tiger whiskers could not be touched.
Huo Dashao, who was beside him, witnessed all this and didn't say anything. He just held the little angel tightly by his side, and occasionally blocked the little angel's face with his arms.
A very protective gesture.
He took An Wuyi into the room, went to the end of the long table where the red wine was being stored, and started tasting it from a place where there were few people.
"Tasting wine is not really drinking, just put it in and feel it and spit it out." Huo Yunchuan took out a glass, poured a little wine, took a sip, and spit it out.
"This is a Georgian wine, Saperavi, which is a relatively representative red wine in Georgian wines." Huo Yunchuan said: "It was a state banquet wine in the former Soviet Union, because of its unique brewing process, so On the palate it is tart and high in tannin…”
When teaching science for the little angel, the man lowered his head slightly and deliberately approached the other's ear.
An Wuyi was immersed in the deep and honest voice, and unknowingly took a sip from the wine glass and drank it.
The peculiar sour taste of wine made him frown immediately, and his cheeks quickly turned red.
"It's a little sour indeed."
Huo Yunchuan looked at his face speechlessly, and snatched the red wine glass by the way: "Let's go here today." He blushes like this after just a sip, and the blushing looks so unsightly, it's better to go home.
"Huh? Ah?" An Wuyang: "What?"
"Go home." President Huo Da replied jokingly.
Little boy: "???"
With a look of 'Samoyed tilted his head and question mark, jpg' We seem to have just come out, Dad.