Ding, your little fool is online

Another week, after Yuan Xing's second inspection was fine, Xia Tian finally arrived late.

Before the cicadas roared in early summer, Yuan Xing was already so hot that he was about to melt, lying on the mat in the study with his newly shaved bald head, turning on the electric fan while shaking a fan, and beside him was half a watermelon that hadn't been eaten yet .

Today, the head is slanting to the west, and the temperature is still not dropping.Listening to the humming of other people's air conditioners outside the window, Motoko wiped the sweat off his face, turned over, and changed from the mat that had been warmed by his own body temperature to a cooler one.

A few days ago before the re-examination, he had a headache and a fever from blowing on the air conditioner, and he almost scared Wang Yuyang to death when his fever reached 39 degrees, so all the remote controls of the air conditioners in the house were locked by Wang Yuyang.Yuan Xing could only fan the fan and blow the electric fan, and the wind had to be at the lowest setting, and he couldn't even blow his hair, even though the little bald head didn't have hair either.

The house was sweltering like a steamer, and Yuan Xing couldn't read the book, so he just rolled around on the bed like a bug.

After laying down in a hot place again, Yuan Xing lazily turned over again and opened up a new world on the mat.

The sound of the door opening came from the living room, it was Wang Jianyang who came back from get off work.

The entertainment in the morning forced him to wear a white shirt and tie in the hot weather of more than 30 degrees. Now the first thing he did when he got home was to unbutton a few buttons and loosen the tie that had been strung all day from his neck.

While pulling on his tie, Wang Yuyang walked towards the study to see if his penis had been heated.

"Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang pushed open the door, "Is it hot?"

As soon as Yuan Xing heard this, he didn't want to talk to him, leaving him with an angry back.

Wang Yuyang walked into the room and sat by the bed, picked up a fan beside him to send him some cool breeze, and asked, "Are you angry if you don't turn on the air conditioner?"

Yuan Xing, who was lying on the bed, snorted twice, and had the right to respond to him.

"Little pig, do you always love to hum like this?" Wang Qianyang asked while pinching his nose.

The little pig Yuanyuan hummed twice for him.

Wang Yuyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Get better, I'll take you out to blow on the air conditioner and eat delicious food, if you keep humming, you won't go out."

As soon as these words came out, the little pig who was humming just now jumped off the bed: "No humming."

Today's dinner was made by Wang Yuyang with his friends a long time ago, and he said that he would treat them to dinner after Yuan Xing recovered. Now that he finally has time, he can also take Yuan Xing to meet these people who helped him. people.

The location of the dinner is very down-to-earth, it is the place where the brothers used to eat skewers together when they were students.

Several of them rushed over just after get off work, still wearing thick suits and police uniforms. When they saw Wang Yuyang coming over casually, they all strongly condemned him.

Wang Jianyang responded with a smile, and sat down with Yuan Xing.

The seats were full of people Yuan Xing had never met, but they had all heard of Yuan Xing, and they had helped him more or less.

For example, the man drinking beer with a pair of glasses is the private detective who helped Wang Yuyang get the landlord's information when Yuan Xing was cheated by the black-hearted landlord.

The owner of the stretched Lincoln car with one hand and the other hand is the owner of the extended Lincoln, who accompanied Yuan Xing in the role of the bodyguard and the young master, the book stall owner who was so angry that the dog looked down on others.

The one in the police uniform was the one who helped Yuan Xing get Jiaming's contact information and Yuan Hongming's street surveillance records.

Then there was Wu Xiaomao who seemed to help Yuan Xing with something but seemed useless.

Wu Xiaomao:? ? ?

At this moment, they looked at Yuan Xing as if they were their sons.

There is no other reason, but because the little bald head who timidly grabs the corner of Wang Yuyang's clothes is so cute, what kind of shit luck did Lao Wang pick up.

Although he has recovered, Yuan Xing still has a little self-consciousness. He still gets nervous when meeting strangers, and he still hides behind Wang Yuyang like a child.

Wang Qianyang turned his head to look at Yuan Xing, and patted his hand: "Don't be nervous, it's your brother who helped you."

"Yes, yes, yes." Brother Lincoln nodded again and again, no matter what skewers he held in his hands, he flew up, "It's all my brother, don't be afraid."

Besides Wu Xiaomao, the only person Yuan Xing had ever seen was this old man.

The memory of that time is still fresh, and the sense of tension weakened a little. Yuan Xing let go of Wang Qianyang's clothes, and whispered, "Hello, brothers."

A soft sentence has great lethality, and instantly entrusts the hearts of this group of men, whether they are 30 years old or walking on Bensan Road, to a soft cloud.

Damn it, I have to find a way. Lao Wang tricked the little bald head over here.

But of course these were jokes.

The conversation during the dinner still revolved around Yuan Xing.

The private detective looked at Yuan Xing who was quietly eating baked tofu, and asked, "I remember my birthday was in June, how old is this year?"

Brother Lincoln twisted his bracelets loudly: "I think it's 17 at most, no more."

"Then I will arrest Lao Wang immediately." The policeman said quietly, "The law will not show mercy."

Wu Xiaomao: ...Because I know too much, I can't speak.

Wang Jianyang smiled, rubbing his fingers over the plastic cup filled with beer: "After June this year, I will be 23 years old."

"Hey." Lincoln Pan Chuan sighed, "I'm already 32."

No one paid any attention to his sighs, and the detective asked Wang Yuyang: "I'm 23, what's the next plan?"

Yuan Xing thought he was asking himself, so he quickly put down the baked tofu and raised his head, not knowing how to speak.

Wang Yuyang reached out and blocked his mouth with another bunch of roasted corn, and said to himself: "I contacted the school, the private high school on the second ring road, and I will enter the school after Yuan Xing fully recovers in September."

"Shengde High School?" Wu Xiaomao finally seized the opportunity to speak, "But what, Lao Wang, have you forgotten something very important?"

"what?"

Wu Xiaomao put down the beef skewers in his hand: "Shengde High School has a lot of materials to submit for admission, except for those miscellaneous things, the most basic household registration booklet and copy are still required. How do you do this?"

Yuan Xing has an ID card, which proves that his name must be in the Yuan family's household registration book.

But Yuan Xing's grandma had passed away, and the scumbag Yuan Hongming was in tears behind the bars. At that time, the police showed them all the things Yuan Hongming brought when he came to Beijing. No, there was no household registration book at all.Moreover, the old house and everything in it were sold.

"It's simple." The old police officer patted his chest, "The policy of buying a house and settling down in the second ring road, Lao Wang, you can just buy a house for Yuan Xing."

The detective lowered his eyes and drank beer: "You also need a household registration book to buy a house, are you dizzy?"

"This is also simple." The old police officer who was drinking high patted his left chest and right chest, "I can find someone to transfer Yuanxing to your family's household registration book, and Yuanxing will not only live in your house, but also live in your household registration Ben, listen, how romantic!"

"And then?" the detective continued to ask, "Is it the younger brother or the son? Are you afraid that you will arrest Lao Wang again."

The old policeman scratched his head and continued to drink.

Whether it is a brother or a son, it is not suitable.Originally, it was quite a romantic sentence to live in my family’s household registration book, but it changed when it was put here by Wang Qianyang and Yuan Xing.

Wang Jianyang frowned slightly and wrote down the matter.

The party on the street lasted until about eleven o'clock in the evening, Wang Yuyang left the meeting early on the grounds that Yuan Xing wanted to go home to rest.

Before leaving, Brother Lincoln mysteriously stuffed a large paper bag to Wang Qianyang, with a smile on his face: "Hey, old Wang, this is a good thing for Yuan Xing."

Wang Jianyang only glanced at it, picked up the paper bag and gave him a severe beating from the society.

Yuan Xing stood aside and drank yogurt, only wondering why it was said to be a good thing for Yuan Xing but not for Yuan Xing.

In the next few days, Yuanxing's condition gradually recovered, and the remote control of the air conditioner that had disappeared in the house for a long time also reappeared.It's just that the air conditioner was able to blow, but Yuan Xing got a blister again, and the snacks at home disappeared after the remote control of the air conditioner.

It's just that he also has something to do. He borrowed the high school textbook from Ling Qiuchi and read it slowly based on his previous memories.

And Wang Yuyang has been busy with Yuanxing's household registration for the past few days, so he finally invited Jiaming.

After Yuan Xing's surgery, Jiaming only saw him once before going on a business trip. He hadn't seen this precious nephew for a long time, and he readily accepted Wang Yuyang's invitation.

"Going to study in Shengde?" Jiaming put the gift he brought on the table, "Okay, their principal is my lover's old classmate, if there is any relationship, I can help with it."

"It's not this." Wang Yuyang said, "Note that it's Yuan Xing's household registration."

Yuan Xing can't fall into the household registration of Wang Yuyang's family, but Jia's family can, because they are people who are really related to Yuan Xing by blood, and they only need to go to the hospital to issue a certificate.

But because of Jia Yi, Wang Qianyang is not sure whether Jia Ming will reject him.

Unexpectedly, Jiaming agreed immediately.

Wang Qianyang asked, "Is it all right?"

"Jiayi's household registration is his own." Jiaming bowed his head and said, "My wife knows Yuanxing, so I can add Yuanxing to my family's household registration. As for my daughter, it doesn't matter. I'm going to study abroad, and I can't get in touch."

Wang Jianyang raised the wine glass in his hand to Jiaming: "Then I will trouble you."

"No trouble." Jia Ming raised his glass and looked at Yuan Xing with a smile, "We are all family."

After Jiaming left, it was already dark, and the moonlight had already slanted to the west. The gifts he brought were put in the storage room by Wang Yuyang.

Before leaving, Jiaming told Yuan Xing that there were delicious chocolates in it, and told him to try it. Yuan Xing thought about it for a while.

While Wang Yuyang was washing the dishes in the kitchen, Yuan Xing, who had been banned from eating snacks for several days, went into the storage room.

There are hazelnuts in the chocolate, and the bite is sweeter than honey. Yuan Xing ate several in a row. When he was going to see if there was any other delicious food, he saw a light pink paper bag on the corner of the table.

Yuan Xing has seen this bag before, it was given to Mr. Kaixin by the brother who drove the extended Lincoln when he was eating with those brothers a few days ago.

At that time, it was said to be a gift for Yuan Xing, but after returning, Wang Yuyang hid the paper bag, and now Yuan Xing finally found it.

Yuan Xing rubbed his hands, took the paper bag and planned to see what good things were inside.

Inside lay a bunch of gaudy things, and there were a few nicely packaged small boxes, all of which were delicious, but it was a pity that there were words Motoko couldn't understand printed on them.

There are also several very cute plush animal ears, including rabbits, cats and tigers. When I picked it up, I found that it was a hairband-like thing with a matching tail.

Yuan Xing innocently flicked the little rabbit's snowball-like tail, thinking it was quite cute.

In addition to these, there is also a small bottle, and the packaging is also printed with words that Motoko cannot understand.

The contents in the bottle look as clear as fudge, especially when they are made into the shapes of various fruits, which look the same as QQ candy.

Yuan Xing unscrewed the bottle cap without thinking, squeezed one and put it in his mouth.

The taste is okay, with a strong fruit flavor, but not sweet enough. Yuan Xing only ate this one and returned to the embrace of chocolate.

After washing, the two still slept together, but moved from the study to the master bedroom with a bigger and wider bed.

The indoor temperature is maintained at 26°C, and the slight white noise of the air conditioner is particularly helpful for sleeping.

The bottle of strawberry-flavored bath liquid at home was still the same, and Yuan Xing lying in Wang Yuyang's arms was like a fragrant little strawberry.

Wang Jianyang smelled the smell on his body, kissed him firmly, and then went to bed satisfied.

She slept soundly in the first half of the night, but Wang Qianyang woke up in the second half of the night.

He was woken up.

It wasn't that he himself had a fever, the skin on Yuan Xing's body was terribly hot, but when he touched his forehead, it was icy cold.

In addition, he shrunk like a small shrimp, his face was flushed, and his voice was moaning.

"What's the matter?" Wang Jianyang, who couldn't figure out what happened, was very anxious.

Yuan Xing snorted and covered his stomach tightly with his hands.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyang thought he had a stomachache, and immediately asked, "Is it because of an upset stomach?"

Today's dinner is a normal home-cooked dish, and in order to take care of the bubble in Yuanxing's mouth, the taste is also very light.

Wang Qianyang asked, "Did you steal something?"

Yuan Xing answered irrelevantly: "I want to drink water..."

The tone of the words made Wang Yuyang stunned for a moment, it was not at all different from his aggrieved appearance when he was sick in the past, but it seemed that he was desperately suppressing something.

Taking advantage of the time when the water dispenser was boiling water, Wang Qianyang went into the storage room.

The chocolate candy wrappers were still on the table, and the little fool didn't clean up the scene after committing the crime.

But it’s not enough to just steal a few chocolates, right?Wang Qianyang walked a few steps closer in doubt, until he found the passive pink paper bag, and his heart skipped a beat.

The jar of "fudge" clearly showed signs of being opened.The candy inside looks like fudge on the surface, but is actually a kind of irrational drug for children.

Fuck!

Wang Qianyang cursed secretly.

He's going to kill that idiot who crossed his hands!