Ding, your little fool is online

Without waiting for Wang Jianyang to answer this question, Yuan Xing asked again, trying to suppress the trembling in his voice: "Mom, do you know, mother?"

After speaking, he blinked his eyes quickly a few times, and squeezed hard again, trying to send back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

At this time, he was most worried about his mother.

Seeing this, Wang Qianyang stretched out his hand and wiped it under his eyes with his fingertips.

He asked softly, "Is Xiao Yuanxing scared?"

Yuan Xing nodded, simply put his face in Wang Yuyang's palm, and whispered, "I'm afraid..."

Immediately afterwards, he shook his head again, rubbing the flesh on his face in the palm of his hand.

"I, I'm afraid, but what I'm most afraid of is that my mother is afraid. If my mother is afraid, what should I do..."

Mother and child are of the same heart, Yuan Xing can have such a reaction after hearing the news, I believe Jiayi is not much better.

Wang Jianyang sighed in his heart, stretched out his other hand, also cupped Yuan Xing's face, and squeezed it lightly.

He lowered his head, looked into Yuan Xing's eyes seriously, and said, "Yuan Xing, no one can bully you now."

"And..." Wang Yuyang said, "You don't have to worry too much about your mother, you have to believe that she, like Xiao Yuanxing, has been working hard to make herself stronger."

"After all, mom has protected you for so many years, and now she will protect herself well. And mom's family will protect her, just like I will always protect you."

Yuan Xing asked with red eyes: "Yes, is it uncle?"

When Wang Qianyang heard the words, his eyes dimmed immediately.Just now, Xiao Yuanxing should have thrown that bastard Jiaming down from the fifth floor, and Xiao Yuanxing, who bullied him like this, almost pissed him off.He has protected his little baby for so long, and he will cry whenever he says he wants to.

Yuan Xing looked at Wang Yi's sinking face, pursed his lips, stretched out a hand to grab the corner of his clothes, and said, "Actually, I, I'm just a little scared. I, I don't blame uncle."

"Uncle, it is to protect mother, I, I also want to protect mother and her..."

"But I really can't think of it. Whenever I think about it, I feel uncomfortable and scared. I don't really want to cry."

The low and soft voice was intermittent, Yuan Xing tried his best to resist the fear with the warmth and love in his heart, and wanted to convey his feelings of protecting his mother.

"Xiao Yuanxing." Wang Yuyang rubbed his face with both hands, deforming the soft flesh on his cheeks, "Do you know that a child is a piece of flesh that fell from the mother's body?"

Yuan Xing pouted, looking at Wang Yuyang with a puzzled expression.

Wang Yuyang smiled: "You grow up quickly, and then protect yourself, you are protecting your mother."

The little face in the palm blinked, with a half-understanding look.

"Okay." Wang Yuyang let go of his hand and scraped the tip of his nose, "Go and wash your face, and I'll cook something delicious for you later, didn't you say you were going to help your mother beat up the villain Yuan Hongming, don't cry anymore. "

The summer night wind came out of the soft clouds and sent to this small window.

The hair on Xiao Xingxing's forehead was blown up, revealing red and swollen eyes.

He had heard Mr. Happy say a lot about love and courage, but the most important thing about the villain was himself.

Only when he himself has acquired real courage can he defeat the villains, protect his mother, and live happily with Mr. Happy.

Although the rainstorm is coming, there will always be a clear cloud above the dark clouds. In the clear clouds, the white birds and the little stars in the day and night sky will always be waiting for their growth, waiting for his arrival.

I have a dream tonight.

Although Yuan Hongming is currently in the capital, life cannot be stopped because of him. Yuan Xing still has to go to the rehabilitation center in the morning and go to work in the afternoon.

I don't know if it was because Jiaming forced him to ask about Yuan Hongming, but Yuan Xing obviously resisted going to work at the hot pot restaurant.When it's time to go to work, I always dawdle to do a lot of things, and I always feel restless in the car, as if I am always worried that I will meet Jiaming at the hot pot restaurant today.

Seeing Yuan Xing's nervousness, Wang Jianyang stretched out his hand to pull him at the red light intersection, put his hand in his palm and shook it firmly, and comforted him: "It's okay, he won't come."

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing swallowed, his eyes dodging.

There was cool air-conditioning in the car, but Yuan Xing had sweat on his forehead, and he had to wipe it off from time to time.

Wang Jianyang saw his reaction in his eyes, and couldn't help holding the steering wheel with both hands, with obvious joints protruding.

After driving for two blocks, Wang Yuyang parked the car at the corner of the intersection near the shopping mall.

He reached out to unbuckle Yuan Xing's seat belt, took out a piece of paper to wipe off the cold sweat on Yuan Xing's forehead, and asked, "Does Yuan Xing not want to go up?"

Yuan Xing nodded, then shook his head again.

Wang Yuyang asked: "Do you want to go or not? I will respect your choice."

Yuan Xing still nodded and shook his head.

Seeing his tangled and nervous appearance, Wang Jianyang sighed, rolled up the tissue and threw it aside.

Yuan Xing hurriedly said from the side: "I, I'm going right away, Mr. Happy, don't you, don't be angry... I'm going to work, really." He opened the car door and walked out.

As a result, Wang Jianyang's action was ahead of his.

Hearing a "snap", Wang Yuyang's arm passed over Yuan Xing, and his palm was pressed on the door lock. At the same time, no matter how Yuan Xing pulled the car door, he couldn't open it.

"I'm a little angry."

Wang Qianyang lowered his eyes, pulled the seat belt that had just been untied, and Fu buckled it up for Yuan Xing: "But I'm not angry because Xiao Yuan Xing didn't go to work, I wish you didn't go to work, so that you can stay at home safely and let me take care of you." I can raise ten of you and I can afford it."

"I'm angry because, after so long, Yuan Xing still thinks that I will be angry with him, does he think I'm stingy or..."

It was impossible for Yuan Xing to treat him as an outsider, but when he first heard him say that, and then saw his cautious expression, his stomach full of anger rose.

The contradiction is inexplicable.

"I, I didn't..." Yuan Xing lowered his head and whispered, "I just, just... I don't know..."

"Alas..." Wang Qianyang moved his hand from the door lock, raised his head, covered his eyes, and sighed wearily.

The air conditioner in the car was whistling loudly, and two completely different emotions were fermenting in the cold wind.

Wang Yuyang was angry at Jiaming for scaring his baby like this, and at the same time...

No, he was still angry with that old guy Jiaming.It seems that Jiaming should really be taken out of that teahouse and beaten up, so as to relieve his anger.

Yuan Xing was afraid of meeting Jiaming, but at the same time wanted to go to work and talk to customers.

Because his social circle is not wide, he sees very few people every day, and he always fixes those few people.So he likes to chat with different strangers in the hot pot restaurant, and when helping them get snacks or order food, he will have a sense of accomplishment spontaneously. Although they are all trivial things, Yuan Xing is very satisfied.

But he was really scared...

He can grow up, know what love is, know how to rely on, know how to act like a baby, know how to be considerate and understand his mother's difficulties.

But wanting to plant flowers in the shadows is like rebuilding from ruins. It cannot be accomplished overnight.It is also impossible for him to have the courage to fight against nightmares and villains within three or two days after listening to Wang Jianyang's long section on solving problems.

What's more, it's not enough for the shadow to shine on him for 18 years. In the past four years, he has been using various methods to accompany him like a shadow.

Yuan Xing lowered his head, his mind was in a mess, and he always felt that he had returned to the previous state, becoming the little Yuan Xing who loved to cry every now and then before meeting Mr. Happy.

"sorry."

There was a sudden apology, followed by a hug.

Wang Yuyang put his chin on Yuan Xing's shoulder and frowned: "I'm sorry Yuan Xing, I shouldn't have talked to you like that just now, and I shouldn't have vented my anger on you, I was too entangled."

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, his hands on both sides suddenly had no place to rest, and he was a little at a loss.

"I've thought about it just now. It's really not suitable for you to continue working now. I'll help you ask sister Yueyue for leave later." Wang Jianyang said indifferently, "I don't accept rebuttals."

Yuan Xing blinked, and indeed he did not refute Wang Qianyang's words, as if he had been waiting for the other party to make a decision for him forcefully.

"Now that you have free time in the afternoon, do you choose to go to the rehab center or stay with me?"

Without even thinking about it, Yuan Xing also reached out and hugged Wang Yuyang: "With you, with you."

In the afternoon of that day, Yuan Xing was brought to the company by Wang Jianyang.

Wu Xiaomao didn't come today, so Wang Yuyang put him in Wu Xiaomao's CEO office, turned on Wu Xiaomao's computer and found him an animation movie, told him not to touch some things, and then he would take a look at them from time to time.

But this is not a long-term solution after all, but it can only be done for now.Looking at Yuan Xing in front of the computer, Wang Jianyang thought of resigning for the first time.

In the operation group office.

"Director Wang." The newly recruited colleague came over, "Is that your child? How old is it? Is it eighteen? But you don't seem to be very old, how can the child be so old?"

Wang Yuyang, who was drinking water, almost sprayed water on his colleague, who was also on the verge of being fired.

"No." Wang Yuyang pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Go back and work hard."

Before the colleague sat back at his desk, he suddenly heard another sentence from Wang Yuyang: "It's twelve."

Yuan Xing is indeed the same as the child he raised, but he was picked up when he was eight years old, and he is now 12 years old.Just six years old.

The colleague muttered in his seat: "Twelve? It doesn't look like..."

Hearing the words, Wang Jianyang smiled slightly with his lips curled up, and continued to work.

Because of Yuan Xing's presence, Wang Yuyang got off work early today and walked for an hour.

"Yuanxing, have you finished the movie?" Wang Yuyang pushed open the door of the chairman's office, "It's time to go home."

"I've finished reading." Yuan Xing was looking up at a photo on the wall. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at Wang Yuyang, and then hurriedly turned his head back.

"What are you looking at so fascinated by?" Seeing this, Wang Jianyang strode over.

Wu Xiaomao's office has some pretentious calligraphy on the wall, and some photos. He is nostalgic, so he has everything from his family and classmates. It doesn't look like a serious chairman's office at all.

His college graduation photo is framed in the largest frame on the wall.

It was lined up at the gate of the university, and more than 30 energetic young people were smiling brightly under the scorching sun.

"This one." Wang Yuyang stood behind Yuan Xing and looked at it with him, "This is your college graduation photo of Brother Xiao Mao, who graduated from Hong Kong City University. Don't look at his, just an ordinary copy, 211985 counts No, go home and Mr. Happy will show you mine, there are domestic and foreign ones."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and did not speak, nor did he respond to Wang Yuyang's words.

"Yuan Xing?" Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Are you looking silly?"

Yuan Xing then turned his head and set his eyes on Wang Yuyang: "No."

"Then go home, what do you want to eat today? I'll take you to the supermarket later," Wang Yuyang asked.

However, Yuan Xing didn't answer the question.

He tried to stand on tiptoe, pointed to the four words "Hong Kong City University" engraved on the big rock in the photo, and said slowly: "This is me, the university I was admitted to before, and this is it."

To be exact, that was a dream he had once missed.