Ding, your little fool is online

In fact, Yuan Xing didn't want to ask for leave, he only asked for leave when he was sick.

It was cold in the capital at the end of December. Yuan Xing stayed outside for too long yesterday. When he woke up the next day, he had a headache and wept.

Even so, Yuan Xing took out the envelope containing his 2000 yuan rent from under the pillow, and forced himself to remit the money.After remittance, he cheered up and went to work at the hot pot restaurant all morning, but because of his poor health, he almost had an accident.

Seeing this, Zhang Yue asked him to go home to see a doctor and return to work after he recovered.

But Yuan Xing didn't go to see a doctor. He didn't have money to go to the hospital. He just bought a box of cold medicine at the pharmacy, took it with hot water when he got home, and went to bed.

In the middle of the night, Yuan Xing did not know how many times he woke up with a splitting headache.

Today is Christmas Eve, even at this hour, the outside is still brightly lit, and the lights and moonlight that belong to Christmas come in from the window, and after being cut into several halves by the sofa and cabinet, it is finally given to Motoko with some mottled and broken pieces bright.

He struggled to sit up from the bed, and couldn't help shivering a few times after feeling the cold air, reached out to touch the cup on the bedside table, and drank a few sips of the chillingly cold water.

The headache made him unable to continue to sleep, so he had to lie down under the blanket after drinking water, sniffing and blinking.

Suddenly, the mobile phone placed next to the pillow vibrated a few times, and the light from the small screen immediately filled the cold night that could not be reached by the dappled brightness.

"Ok?"

Yuan Xing stretched out his arm and took the phone. He would turn it off when he slept, but he forgot to turn it off today because he was unwell, but who would come to him at such a late hour?

Yingying's light shined on Yuan Xing's cheeks, he squinted his eyes and looked at the phone screen, it was a text message from "Mr. Happy".

For a moment, his eyes widened, and the tears at the corners of his eyes were also glistening.

From: Mr. Happy.

"Are you sick, Xiao Yuanxing?"

At that night, Wang Yuyang asked the clerk and met the store manager Zhang Yue, so he asked Zhang Yue about Yuan Xing's situation.Zhang Yue remembered this guest, and was surprised that he had become friends with Yuan Xing. He told him that Yuan Xing was sick and asked for leave to go home, so he sent Yuan Xing a text message.

The text message was sent at around seven o'clock in the evening. For some reason, Yuan Xing only received it now.

It was too cold in the house, Yuan Xing wiped the corners of his eyes, got into bed with his mobile phone, typed on the keyboard and replied to Mr. Happy's text message.

Then "Ding——" Wang Jianyang was woken up.

Wang Yuyang is a person with a good schedule, he goes to bed early and wakes up early, and when he is woken up, he will get up angry. The last time he was woken up by Yuan Xing's phone call, this time it was Yuan Xing's text message.

It made him angry every time.

Little Xingxing: Yes, I have caught a cold. It has been very cold these two days.

Wang Yuyang had been thinking about him because he didn't reply to his text message yesterday, but when he learned that he was sick, he hurriedly sent a text message.

Mr. Happy: Have you taken your medicine?

A small night light was turned on by the bedside, and the humidifier kept sending out dense mist. Wang Yuyang leaned against the bedside, his upper body naked in the fully heated bedroom, looking at the phone screen with soft eyebrows.

"Ding--"

Little Xingxing: Yes, I took a lot of cold medicine.

Wang Jian laughed angrily, how could he take more cold medicine, so he hurriedly asked——

Mr. Happy: Eat a lot?Xiao Yuanxing, have you read the manual?Eat regularly and quantitatively according to the instructions.

Yuan Xing actually took the medicine according to the doctor's advice. He just said that because Mr. Kaixin was worried that he didn't take the medicine. It just backfired and made Mr. Kaixin even more worried.

"Ding--"

Little Xingxing: No, I read the paper in the medicine box, I only took it twice, and only took one pill each time.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyang felt relieved a little. Cold medicines are generally western medicines, which are quick to take effect, but they should not be taken in excess, as taking too much will cause damage to the body.

Yuan Xing coughed a few times, got out of the bed and drank a few sips of water, let the cool air slip into the bed during the movement, and sneezed again when he went back, but this did not prevent him from looking at his phone.

Mr. Happy: That’s good, remember to drink more hot water, wear thicker clothes, and remember to wear your Little Red Riding Hood and scarf when you go out

Because it was Christmas, Wang Yuyang saw many people wearing Christmas hats during the day, and he would always think of Yuan Xing's red hat with a white pompom on his head.

Yuan Xing sniffed in embarrassment. He had worn this hat when he met Mr. Kaixin at the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation last time, but he didn't expect it to be remembered by the other party.

"Ding--"

Little Xingxing: Okay, I will bring it tomorrow!

Wang Jianyang looked at the exclamation mark at the end expressing determination, and couldn't help but smile when he felt the cuteness.

Mr. Happy: Go to work after recovering from illness. Remember to find Mr. Happy when you are unhappy

The brisk MerryChristmas was sung outside the window, and the two people in the cold night used a way that the public has forgotten, feeling cute and warm one sentence at a time.

Half of the overly warm sunshine was given to the day, and half to Chanjuan's jade plate, so that I could accompany the little star on Christmas Eve in another way, so that he would no longer be alone.

Wang Jianyang yawned, and it was already early morning before he knew it.

Mr. Happy: Go to sleep Xiao Yuanxing, go to bed early and get up early to grow tall, good night

After saying goodnight, he didn't put down the phone in a hurry, but patiently waited for the sound to ring.

Soon.

"Ding--"

Little Xing Xing: Good night Mr. Happy

Yuan Xing took cold medicine at home for a few days, and felt that he was almost better before going to work.

The passenger flow has not decreased due to the departure of Christmas. Today is the last day of 2018, and tomorrow is the new year. In addition to the reason for the holiday, it will only increase.

All the employees in the store are here today, and Yuan Xing is still busy distributing snacks in the waiting area as usual.

Yuan Xing, who had been standing outside for a long time, had a little pain in his legs and feet. Now he finally found a gap to sit on a chair to rest. He squeezed his aching calf and knee, and took out his phone to take a look.

After Christmas night, he never texted Mr. Happy again. What is Mr. Happy doing now?

Are you eating or working?

The hot pot restaurant is at the edge of the floor, and next to the waiting area is a bright floor-to-ceiling window. You can just see the office building where Yuan Xing delivered food last time, where Mr. Happy works.

He patiently counted from the bottom up to the 11th floor, and then looked around that circle, as if he wanted to find Mr. Happy's office, as if he felt that he could get happiness just by looking at it.

"Hello... Yuan Xing!" Suddenly someone called him.

Yuan Xing looked back in doubt, only to see Zhao Jiming standing behind him at some point.

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Look at my mother's face

【small theater】

Grandma Gu: Are you having fun with Little Xingxing at night?

Lao Wang: I want to slap...

Grandma Goo: Huh?

Old Wang: Give the villain a slap