Marry a Rich Old Man

Chapter 84

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The height of the two sides is very different, one is almost 1.9 meters, and the other is only 1.7 meters.

It is a thankless thing to be short and tall.

The sly-eyed boy immediately retracted his hand, and if he looked carefully, his cheeks were still a little crimson.

"Okay, you guys are chatting, I'll go get something to drink." After waiting for a long time, there was no waiter around, so An Wuhuo went to get the drink by himself.

Hearing the man behind him say, "You can only take juice." Without turning his head, he waved his hand to show that he knew.

Lan Weiwei, who was paying attention to what they were talking about, was funny. She never knew that Huo Yunchuan was such a man.

"Huh?" An Wuyang said in surprise, "Hey, we meet again." He remembered Lan Weiwei and greeted him while taking the wine.

"Hi." Lan pointed at him slightly, raising the cup in his hand.

Seeing this, An Wuyi also held up his juice and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Kiwi juice, it's delicious."

He didn't want to be in contact with strangers, so he lowered his head and chose the wine suitable for Huo Yunchuan.

Seeing that he was undecided, Lan Wei used her bright red nail polish finger to indicate the third bottle from the left: "Maybe he will like it."

An Wuyang was stunned, and then said thank you: "I don't know much about wine." Although I have studied for a while, but seriously, after learning so many things at one time, it is a genius who can learn well.

Lan smiled slightly, and his gestures were full of amorous feelings.

Now, she has let go of the fact that Huo Yunchuan chose to choose, and finally married a same-sex.

Thinking about it, the pregnant woman was so powerful before, and she failed to catch Huo Yunchuan. Thinking about it this way, she could be considered to have escaped the catastrophe.

"Give it." An Wuyang returned to Huo Yunchuan and gave the glass to him.

"Thank you." Huo Yunchuan took it over and smelled it, raised his eyebrows: "This wine..." Usually, he doesn't drink at home, and the little angel would never know what kind of wine he likes to drink.

What I got today happened to be the wine he used to like.

"Why, don't you like it?" An Wuyang asked.

"No, I like it very much." Huo Yunchuan said, taking a sip of the wine given by the person he likes, feeling happy.

The boy followed and smiled, and out of the corner of his eyes glanced at the young lady who was occasionally paying attention to this side. He guessed that it was the romantic debt of Dun Dun's father.

However, he won't care.

"School is about to start, won't the school be at the school?" Huo Xiao's study, when the father and son were discussing the family business, finally talked about the school's upcoming school.

"No." Huo Yunchuan said without thinking much.

Mr. Huo: "But in my opinion, at this age, it's the time to make friends, and it's okay to experience campus life."

"Grandpa, it's dangerous for him to live on campus by himself." Huo Yunchuan frowned in disapproval, as if he had seen all kinds of accidents.

"It's not unreasonable for Yunchuan to think about it. After all, the situation is special and it may be inconvenient to live on campus..." Huo Xiao supported Huo Yunchuan's opinion.

In fact, there is no need to discuss at all. Huo Yunchuan has already purchased a house near the safe and sound school, and he can move in at any time.

He went back to the bedroom and touched the boy who was burying his head in his back: "you have gone to school, and Dundun and I have also moved in to accompany you."

An Wuyang jumped three feet high with joy, and hung on the other side like a koala: "That's great, I can still see you every day, right?"

"Yes." Mr. Huo said succinctly.

The campus in early September was crowded and bustling.

If you see your parents following you and helping you with your luggage, you are usually a new student.

Seniors and seniors, when they see new students, they will show a friendly smile.

However, there are not many freshmen sent to school by the subject; the freshman sent by the subject wearing the sunglasses... maybe just one.

Safe does not live on campus, so there is no need to carry luggage.

He just held a bottle of water that was really not heavy, and was quickly picked up by Huo Yunchuan.

"Is it useful? Then what should I take?" The young man was embarrassed, always feeling that the students around him were staring at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"You just need to live well." Huo Yunchuan said.

"… "

It doesn't matter, they are lining up to lead the military training uniforms. An Wuyang can't believe that Huo Yunchuan can still appear at the scene to hold an umbrella for himself during the military training.

"Will you take care of my military training?" he asked worriedly.

"It doesn't matter." Huo Yunchuan said immediately.

An Wuyang got the answer he wanted, but... The other party's answer was a little too slippery, which made people cranky.

After completing the admission procedures and receiving the military training uniforms, today's freshman registration schedule is over.

Huo Yunchuan sent An Wuyang back to the downstairs of the new apartment: "University student, go up by yourself."

He has something to deal with, as he said before.

"Tsk tsk, you're really ironic." An Wuyang pouted and unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

"Come back." The big boss called from behind.

The young man looked back lazily: "Why?"

"You will leave without kissing me?" Huo Yunchuan asked.

"Okay." An Wuyang thought about it for a moment, then walked back with the backpack, put the backpack on his shoulders, then bent over and licked the subject's upper lip, with an indescribable smile: "Are you alright?"

Huo Yunchuan's eyes darkened, pinching his lower jaw, driving straight in, wrapping up the little thing that he had done just now and punishing him.

"Well..." Stealing chickens won't kill you!

Huo Yunchuan kissed enough, let him go: "Be obedient and go back."

An Wuyang thought about it, nodded and turned around.

The house was still big enough, and it was full of Dundun and An Wuji's things, some of which had not yet been taken out to sort out.

After he came back, Aunt Zhang handed over the energetic Dun Dun to him: "Come on, hold it, Auntie will sort things out for you."

"Hey." The boy hugged his five-month-old son, walked into the study while kissing, and put the backpack on his shoulders.

"Ah, ah." Little Huo An raised his chubby little hand, waving it in the air, and looked at his father seriously with his dripping eyes.

"What are you talking about? What do you want to say to me?" An Wuyang found the straps and carried the little guy in front of him: "Honey, go to sleep, Dad read a book for a while."

"Huh?" It was impossible for Dun Dun not to grab the book hanging over his head.

"You little bastard..." An Wuyang had no choice but to put down the book and concentrate on speaking Martian to him.

In the afternoon, Huo Yunchuan came back, and Dun Dun, who was playing in the arms of adults, stretched out his hand for his father to hug: "Ah..."

An Wuyang was angry: "I didn't see you so enthusiastic when I came back. Who has seen you all afternoon, stinky Dundun. Go go, make him drool."

Dun Dun, who was scolded, crawled into Dad's arms unremittingly until the other party hugged him.

"Scolded?" Huo Yunchuan lowered his head and kissed the chubby cheek.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Mr. Huo hugs him whenever he has time. Of course he will kiss him."

Although Huo Yunchuan usually likes to keep his face sullen, but he is very good to children, and he calmly accepts no matter how he cries.

It's okay to be safe, and occasionally a child's temperament.

Dun Dun kept crying and crying, he would go mad and be at a loss. He wanted to kneel down and beg the little ancestor to stop crying.

The next morning, the teenager who got up early to go to school kissed his son who was still sleeping, and the man who was awake next to his son: "I'm leaving."

Huo Yunchuan stretched out his hand to hold him: "I really don't need to send you?"

The person in front was speechless: "How far is it from here to school?" It was just a few steps away: "Okay, I'm leaving." He said, breaking free from the opponent's restraint.

Backpacks, baseball caps, water, etc., safe and sound, take these things and cross two roads to the school where you will be staying for several years.

He thought about it, took out a pair of flat black-rimmed glasses from his backpack, and put them on.

When he entered the classroom, no one noticed him because of his bland outfit.

According to his height, An Wuyang found a position that was not slippery. At the same time, he wondered why everyone liked the back row, so they all sat in the back row.

The classmates who came behind, like him, looked at the full back row and could only choose the middle position.

"Hello, is anyone sitting here?"

When An Wuyu was in a daze, a gentle voice sounded above his head.

"No. Please sit down," he said after returning to his senses.

"Thank you." The man was very tall and looked like a 'player' in the back row, but unfortunately the back row was occupied: "My name is Wen Ling, what about you, classmate?"

After the tall man sat down, he put the backpack at his feet, and stretched out his palm to An Wuyang.

An Wuyi hurriedly said, "My name is An Wuyi, nice to meet you." He took Wen Ling's hand, took off his hat and smiled.

"Well, why don't you wear glasses?" Wen Ling looked at the new classmate curiously, and looked at each other in the way he hated the most.

However, he found that the new classmates did not stare at his clothes.

"Oh, this," An Wuyang pushed his glasses awkwardly, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Don't you think I look handsome in glasses?"

Wen Ling: "..."

After a while, the surrounding seats were also full... I don't know if it was an illusion of safety. He felt that after Wenling came over, the 'sales' of the surrounding seats were particularly good.

There are girls in front, back, left and right, and none of them would say hello to Wen Ling directly.

"Hi, hello." Another girl greeted An Wuyang, but looked at his tablemate.

An Wuyi sat here for ten minutes, and had the illusion that he was very popular with girls: "Hello." He glanced meaningfully at the next door: "My name is An Wuyi, and his name is Wenling."

I can only help Miss here.

"... My name is Hai Qiong." The girl took a good seat and sat down contentedly.

The buddy next door was indifferent, lying on the table and closing his eyes.

After a while, a male classmate finally came. He was about the same height as An Wuyang, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. The rimless ones were standard for Xueba.

And he's a talker!

An Wuyang finally found someone to chat with, so the two chatted about different things, from elementary school life to the dark college entrance examination, but they missed it.

"Are you a sparrow?" Wen Ling turned to look at him.

"Ah? No, I belong to the dragon." An Wuyang replied, and it took a few minutes before he realized that the other party was accusing him of being too noisy. He turned his face warmly and ended his conversation with the talkative new classmate. meeting.