[BL]Marry Rich Old Man

Chapter 30

    It's not that An Wuhao likes watching Korean dramas. It's just that the pictures are exquisite and the content is interesting. So he took a few glances and didn't say that he was addicted to not wanting to eat.

    How did you know that just after two glances, the hero and the heroine were arguing with their front feet, and a romantic BGM sounded on the back feet, and the two began to kiss fiercely, looking shocked and unconscious.

    "Change the channel." A repressive command came from behind, and at the same time, one hand went to the remote control in the kid's hand, without saying anything, to the news channel.

    In Anhui's memory, this scene seems familiar.

    It was a distant childhood memory. Once he watched a Hong Kong comedy with his father and younger brother.

    There is a standard drama of flirting between men and women. I remember a woman wearing fishnet stockings and a bra. She put a bunch of grapes on her chest and tenderly invited the man on the opposite side to taste it.

    The younger brother holding the remote control was immediately ordered by his father to change the channel, but in the end, the father did it himself and grabbed the remote control of the younger brother and changed it.

    So seeing Huo Yunchuan today, he thought of his father.

    It is said that the relationship between father and son will be a little closer than between mother and son, there is both the intimacy of father and son, and the sympathy between men.

    Thinking of this, An Wuhao quietly ate a piece of melon.

    The man sitting next to him has dark eyes, complicated, and weighed. It is impossible to change channels. Korean TV dramas have seen too much influence on teenagers’ sentimental views and even sexual orientation.

    "Stop eating." Huo Yunchuan took the salad bowl on the table and put it in the kitchen.

    Aunt Zhang made the meal and brought it out for them, and it was only 5:30 am: "Mr. Huo, then I will go back first. After you have finished eating, you can put the dishes and chopsticks in the wash basin first. Come and wash again."

    This is what Huo Yunchuan meant, otherwise Aunt Zhang would not dare to speak.

    She understood in her heart that this Mr. Huo was away from home for a day, and only had time to eat a meal with his family at night, so naturally she didn't want others to disturb him.

    So he left with interest.

    The food is good, at least An Wuhao did not eat at home as good as one-tenth of the past few days. Whether it is the ingredients or the taste, he loves it very much.

    Sweet and sour appetizer, salty flavour, and so-so green vegetables.

    Huo Yunchuan watched the little angel's habit of picking vegetables to eat, and couldn't bear it: "Eat some green ones."

    But the vegetables were boiled and tasteless. An Wujiao looked at the half of the green vegetables beside his mouth, weighing it in his heart. And the consequences of not giving face, finally opened his mouth and bit Mr. Huo's chopsticks.

    Huo Yunchuan grasped the chopsticks tightly with his fingers, he became more cautious, and carefully fed one hundred and twenty hearts: "How much do you eat at noon?"

    An Wuzheng said, "Small two bowls." In addition, there was: "One whole bowl." Aunt Zhang had eaten four or five of the prawns, and I ate the rest." The