Since getting in the car just now, I have been rubbed all over my body, and now it is concentrated on my chest, and my mouth is still saying cute witty words that make the blood of the beast boil—
Mr. Huo really couldn't express the 'stingy' in his heart.
Well, then let the little angel think that he is selfless and generous, and he is really not angry.
"Sit down, fasten your seat belt, I'm going to drive." He said with a relaxed expression.
An Wuyang: "Then you can laugh, with a stinky face." It will make people feel uneasy.
Huo Yunchuan was not angry, but the little angel said in his mind just now, 'Go back and roll the sheets', and then there is no grudge: "Yeah." The corner of his mouth twitched reluctantly.
"He's so handsome." Ann Fuquan Wuyang praised while hanging her husband's neck.
There are stars and sea in the bright eyes.
Mr. Huo's fake smile eventually turned into a real one. He gave up his resistance and grabbed the back of the child's head, and kissed him domineeringly: "Tick me up, eh?"
Then be prepared to miss class tomorrow.
"Not... um..."
The little sheep curled up in the arms of the chief executive hummed weakly, which sounded extremely pitiful.
The man who has a strong interest in him has long been teased to the point of ecstasy and heavy breathing.
After all, the other party was always in military training for this little half month, and Huo Yunchuan would never be able to attack the young man who had worked hard in military training.
The ghost knows how he did it for half a month of abstinence...
After claiming a little interest, the man let go of his little sheep and wiped the marks on his lips with his thumb: "If you still have the strength, fasten the seat belt yourself."
The young man who is completely powerless can be said to be very satisfied.
"Oh..." An Wuyang has a lack of oxygen in his head, and his eyes are blurred. This is the state that fake dad likes the most.
Huo Dashao, who couldn't see it, directly reached out to help the other party to tie it.
Then drive home in a happy mood.
When he was alone, the speed of the car was always fast, and he didn't care about safety or not at all.
Now with the little angel by his side, Huo Yunchuan can't drive stably.
When he got home, An Wuyang sprinted into the bathroom, washed his hair, took a shower, and rinsed his mouth. He was very deliberate to get rid of the odor from his body, and only came out smelling good.
Huo Yunchuan had already washed himself in the public bathroom, and was sitting on the bed waiting for someone, when he saw An Wu's figure, he hooked his fingers.
It's not that An Wuyang is lying with his conscience. To be honest, his man is really handsome...
It's not the kind of handsome creamy Xiaosheng, but the kind of handsome who is full of masculinity and full of hormones.
Before giving birth to Dundun, An Wuyang couldn't quite get the excitement of his blush and heartbeat in front of Huo Yunchuan, but now... he will.
"come over."
"..." An Wuyang walked over and sat on the other's lap.
His face was crimson, and his eyes flickered slightly.
"You said it yourself, how long has it been since I touched you?" Huo Yunchuan asked while pinching his chin.
"Well..." An Wuyang made a rough calculation in his heart, frightening himself to the point of panic.
"Little half a month." Mr. Huo's slender fingers swayed left and right, forcing An Wuyang's face to follow his rhythm, giving people a bad feeling.
The little angel was about to cry.
His fake father is in great demand, and he will die in half a month...
"You hurt me a little..." An Wuyang bit the corner of his mouth, grabbing Huo Yunchuan's arm stubbornly and pitifully, as if he was obediently waiting to be destroyed.
Huo Yunchuan's heart softened, and he really didn't want to let this group of heartbreakers cry.
"Of course it hurts you..." He said in a low voice, then turned over to wrap the boy in his arms...
Fight all night.
After the joy, the teenager softened into a pool of mud. In the process, a few drops of physiological tears were inevitably shed, which wet the peach-pink corners of his eyes.
The man's angular lips rubbed against the brackish water, looking full of distress.
However, it is more of a contented look, looking lazily all over.
An Wuyi dared to bet that if he was willing to say it again, the other party would definitely cooperate actively.
However, this kind of behavior equivalent to suicide, he will not do.
An Wuyang, who was too tired to move, leaned his head on Huo Yunchuan's strong arm, closed his eyes to digest the feelings the other party brought to him.
It takes time to heal from body to mind.
Huo Yunchuan knew that he was tired, so he didn't bother, just gently stroked his temples with his fingers.
Under this hypnotic caress, An Wuyang quickly fell asleep.
The next day, the sun shines through the gap in the curtains.
"What time is it?" An Wuyang opened his eyes and habitually looked for his mobile phone, but couldn't find it.
"It's still early, don't worry." Huo Yunchuan seemed to have woken up long ago, but he didn't open his eyes: "Sleep a little longer." He pushed the safe head back into his arms, which was a protective action. .
An Wuyang moved his body and felt that his whole body was sore. It was indeed reluctant to get up now, so he indulged himself against Huo Yunchuan and took a sleep to replenish his energy.
As for school... just let it happen!
Mr. Huo narrowed his eyes and looked at him. He said that he would sleep, and he snored after a while, so good...
When An Wuyang woke up again, it was already three days in the sun, and he had already missed the opportunity to go to school.
The 'parent' told him that he had already asked for leave for him: "play with Dundun at home, and go tomorrow."
Although Huo Yunchuan didn't say anything, he really didn't take the school's courses very seriously.
In his eyes, going to school for An Wuyang is to hang out with his peers.
As for learning knowledge, it is not as useful as teaching at home.
Aunt Zhang spread the mat on the ground and let Dun Dun, who will be half a year old, and his little dad play on the mat.
"Chiang-Chiang doesn't go to school today?" she asked.
Take a handful of edamame and peel it on the side.
"Well... Yes." An Wuyang replied with a twinkle in his eyes, facing Dun Dun.
Aunt Zhang thought he was on holiday, but it was strange. It wasn't Sunday yet: "How many days?"
An Wuyang hummed, "Just one day."
Aunt Zhang peeled off an edamame and looked at him. The exposed neck was red and purple. It was obvious that Mr. Huo caught the child and made out last night...
Aunt Zhang wisely stopped asking.
"Auntie will cook some soup for you to drink at night." After these days of military training, the meat on his cheeks that he finally raised has fallen off again.
"Well, thank you Auntie." An Wuyang lay on the mat, patted his neck with his backhand, then got up in a hurry and went to the bathroom in the bedroom.
When he came out again, he changed into a dress with a tighter collar.
At noon, the family was having a meal. King Dun Dun sat on President Huo's lap, his two little hands babbled, and he especially liked to grab Dad's chopsticks.
Huo Yunchuan could only twist his head to hide from the lively little guy.
"He's so annoying, you should put him on the cot." An Wuyang said, put down the tableware and picked up his son, and put him on the cot next door.
"Yeah! Ah..." Dun Dun was angry.
"You're still working hard, aren't you? You can't just stay on your own, you just like to make trouble." An Wuyang nodded Dundun's little nose and said to him, "Be good and play by yourself for a while, and Dad will play with you after dinner."
He felt that Dun Dun had been coaxed, so he turned and walked back to the table.
"Woo, woo, woo..." Before he took a few steps, it started to thunder and rain.
Huo Yunchuan looked at the dark-faced boy, and before Aunt Zhang got up, he went over to pick up his son and rocked him, saying, "It's okay, you eat your meal, I'll greet him."
Then turned to the rest of the house, but everything was fine.
An Wuyang went back to the table and sat down, speeding up to eat his own meal, so that he could take over Dundun.
Hearing that the little devil stopped crying for a while, Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "That child is kissing his father." It has always been the case, and he will recognize people from the moon.
"He also kisses me very much." An Wuyang said, in order to prove that he was not lying, he quickly finished the meal and took over his son.
"Have you eaten like this?" Huo Yunchuan frowned as if he had eyes behind his back, and ordered, "Go back and sit down and eat a few more bites of food."
The teenager who has become a father is managed like a grandson: "Okay..."
Under Aunt Zhang's loving eyes, he shyly ate a few more mouthfuls of vegetables, thinking to himself, this father is so useless.
Just one day off.
The next day was Friday, and An Wuyang went to school with his bag on his back.
Today, he finally doesn't need to wear camouflage clothes anymore. He wears a simple summer dress, which the old man bought not long ago--speaking of which, the other party just likes to buy things for him.
watches, shoes.
I have bought several backpacks, but An Wuyang likes to carry the ones he carried in high school.
I still remember when Wen Ling saw him on the first day, he couldn't understand the style of this man.
The expensive items on the body are expensive to death, and the cheap ones are very cheap.
It was the same today. The other party was wearing a brand new product of the season, but he was carrying an old bag of about a hundred dollars and walked into the classroom casually as if he hadn't woken up.
"Hi..." An Wuyang said hello to the boys at the same table and at the back table, as if nothing was wrong.
"Come here?" Xu Yuanhang looked him up and down, concerned: "Why did you ask for leave yesterday?" Wouldn't it be going back to be beaten
But it's impossible to think about it. The object of Xiao An's classmate is someone who is self-disciplined and hurts.
"It's okay, it's just getting up late." An Wuyang sat down and took out two yogurt from his bag: "Here, let's eat it for you."
Wen Ling pushed back with no interest: "Don't eat."
The neurotic An Wuyang only realized that his deskmate was stunned: "Wen Ling?" The signature smile was gone: "Lovelorn?" He said badly.
The other party did not answer.
"Pfft." Brother Yuanhang snickered and solved the doubt for An Wuyang: "He was invited downstairs by a girl last night, and his first kiss was lost in confusion!"
"Don't talk nonsense, just kissed the face..." Wen Ling corrected with a smile, trying to pretend that he didn't care.
However, seeing the stunned expression on the little sheep, I was in a particularly bad mood.
Speaking of which, if he hadn't been inexplicably provoked the night before, he wouldn't have made such a stupid move as he went downstairs to see the girl.
"It's so pitiful, eat yogurt to suppress the shock." An Wuyang pushed back the bottle of jujube-flavored yogurt, and his serious appearance made it impossible to tell whether he was joking or serious.
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