Ding, your little fool is online

The humidifier seemed to be tireless, pumping water mist outwards, and the sound of neighbors closing the door came from downstairs, and the sound of "bang--" echoed in the corridor.

Water droplets slid down from the tip of her hair and down her neck. Wang Yuyang grabbed the phone and didn't speak for a long time.

Knowing that Yuan Xing called him in doubt: "Mr. Happy?"

He just woke up like a dream, and hurriedly said: "I'm here, what's wrong, Xiao Yuanxing? Call me so late?"

Hearing Yuan Xing's "puff" over there, he laughed very softly, and said in a soft tone: "Yes, you asked me to call you? Why, why did you ask me what's wrong to call you?" , the phone call? Mr. Happy, you, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Wang Yuyang felt that he might really be under too much pressure, and even forgot that he called and texted Yuan Xing in a hurry after he had a nightmare, in such a hurry that he was afraid that Yuan Xing would really forget himself.

"En." Listening to Yuan Xing's voice, Wang Yuyang's hanging heart slowly let go, "I was confused."

Wang Yuyang sat slowly on the edge of the bed and asked, "Why are you still sleeping so late, Xiao Yuanxing?"

Obviously the phone was turned off when he called for the first time.

"I, I fell asleep, and then woke up again." Yuan Xing rubbed his eyes, "I want to see, what time is it, and I'm afraid of going to bed late, and then, I turned on the phone."

He lifted the quilt carefully, not letting the temperature of the quilt slip away, got in and quickly covered the quilt: "Then, I saw that you asked me to call you."

Yuan Xing's intermittent voice was mixed with the rustling of cloth rubbing, and Wang Yuyang's eyebrows and eyes gradually softened. He took a towel and wiped his wet hair indiscriminately.

"Is it cold at home?" Wang Jianyang asked.

"It's not cold." Yuan Xing turned over in the chubby blanket.

For some reason, Yuan Xing suddenly felt that this situation was a bit familiar, as if it was also such a cold night, and he was holding his mobile phone to communicate with Mr. Happy like this.

The difference is that that time I only heard the wind outside the window, but this time I really heard the voice of Mr. Happy.

The other party's tone was slowed down with a sense of ease, and there was a reassuring power in the deep voice.

Yuan Xing suddenly felt a little strange, and unconsciously raised his voice when speaking, and absorbed his joyful mood.

He didn't even think about it, he spoke directly, his tone a little hasty: "Go, Mr. Happy, I, I..."

Wang Yuyang frowned: "Huh? Xiao Yuanxing, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Xing "I" for a long time, but there is no reason for "I", so he could only say: "I, I don't know what I want to say, just, I am suddenly very happy."

As happy as the candy he ate before going to bed.

Wang Jianyang seemed to be able to imagine Yuan Xing's cute appearance, so he changed into a comfortable position, leaned against the head of the bed, and asked, "Are you so happy?"

"Hmm, um!" Yuanxing used an exclamation point, "I'm very happy."

Although he didn't know what Yuan Xing was happy about, Wang Yuyang still smiled. He didn't know whether he was glad that Yuan Xing still remembered him, or was happy with him.

"Did you have a dream just now?" Wang Qianyang asked.

"No, no." Yuan Xing was a little disappointed, the sleep when he went home was too short, so short that he woke up before he had time to recall the beauty brought by his grandma and mother.

Wang Yuyang suddenly realized that he had led the topic in a sad direction, and hurriedly asked, "What do you want for breakfast in the morning?"

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing's attention was really attracted, "I, I want to eat that crispy pancake with eggs, that."

It should be egg-filled pancakes.

"Well, is there any more?" Wang Yuyang made a silent note in his heart, and later went to the breakfast stall to bring Yuan Xing a full set of luxurious egg-filled pancakes.

"Well, and..."

As the two talked, they almost counted all the breakfasts on that street. At the end of the count, Yuan Xing hurriedly said: "Enough, enough, if you can't eat more, ask for it."

These words made Wang Jianyang laugh, and asked: "Then eat less."

"Yeah, yum." Motoko nodded while huddling under the blanket.

Talking about some light topics with Yuan Xing in the middle of the night like this temporarily made Wang Jianyang forget the pressure on his heart, and his mood rose despite Yuan Xing's innocent words.

It would be great if it could be changed like this all the time, Wang Yuyang looked at the screen and smiled.

At the end of the chat, Yuan Xing couldn't help but yawned a lot.

"Are you sleepy, Xiao Yuanxing?" Wang Qianyang asked.

"Yes, a little bit." Yuan Xing said, and yawned again, "But, but me, I still want to talk to Mr. Happy."

Wang Jianyang looked at the time, it was already 06:30, and Mr. Happy and Xiao Xingxing had chatted for more than an hour.

Seeing that the two were going to meet at the entrance of Fengguang at 07:30, Wang Yuyang didn't want Yuan Xing to yawn because of lack of sleep, so he said, "Then let me tell you, Xiao Yuan Xing, can you go to bed?"

Yuan Xing rubbed his eyes and thought for a while: "Okay."

Wang Yuyang asked: "Does Xiao Yuan have a headset? If you don't have a headset, put the phone next to your ear."

"Yes, yes, but, but you have to wait for me." When Yuan Xing bought this small straight mobile phone, the kind boss lady gave him a headset, but Yuan Xing never had a chance to use it if he didn't listen to music. At this time, it finally came in handy. .

After plugging in the earphones, Motoko said in a low voice, "Go, Mr. Happy, I'm fine, just tell me."

"How are you?" Wang Yuyang was amused by him, "You should say good night, you are going to sleep."

"Oh, then, then I'm going to bed." Yuan Xing adjusted the position of the earphones, "Mr. Happy, good night, good night."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and at the same time, a soft humming sound came from the earphones.

It's a lullaby.

It's just that Wang Jianyang slowed down the speed of the original song a lot, and changed the lyrics a lot, including changing the baby and mother to Little Star and Mr. Happy.

After hearing the first sentence, Yuan Xing, who hadn't fallen asleep, couldn't help asking: "Go, Mr. Happy, who is Little Xingxing?"

Regarding Yuan Xing's interruption, although Wang Yuyang was a little helpless, he still said seriously: "You are going to sleep, Xiao Yuan Xing."

"Oh, oh." Yuan Xing had no choice but to close his mouth and eyes obediently.

Wang Yuyang continued humming softly, his voice was already low, but when he lowered his voice, it sounded magnetic and extremely gentle.

He sings, sleep, sleep, my dear little star.

Mr. Happy is always with you.

Everything in the world, happy wishes.

All warmth belongs to you.

The gentle singing voice passed through the long night, through those years of seeing you late, and finally conveyed Mr. Happy's heart to the lonely little star.

Tell Xiao Xingxing, Mr. Happy loves you, Mr. Happy likes you, whether you are in a dream or wake up, Mr. Happy will always be by your side.

After Wang Jianyang's ears were surrounded by Yuan Xing's even breathing, he stopped humming.

At this time, the sky suddenly broke.

The first ray of soft sunlight slanted on the window, passing through the gap in the curtains, leaving a long and narrow strip of sunshine on the carpet.

Wang Yuyang looked down at the call time on the screen, and got up.

Because everyone worked overtime crazily years ago, and Wu Xiaomao himself wanted to go out to play during the Chinese New Year, so he generously prepared a half-month vacation for everyone, from early February to mid-February.

And today is January [-]th, and there are only two days left before the holiday. The materials and pictures needed for the cooperation with Fengguang are all ready, and the investors will go up when the traffic on the holiday platform is heavy.

So in the last few days, everyone who had everything ready had a very leisurely time.

After dealing with the mail, it was time to eat, Wang Yuyang stood up and stretched his muscles.

Wu Xiaomao came over with a bag of potato chips in his hand and asked, "Have you dealt with that?"

Wang Yuyang thought it was about Grandma Yuan Xing's death, and shook his head: "Not yet."

"Oh, why did you forget it!" Wu Xiaomao put down the potato chips and was a little crazy, "Everyone will drink northwest wind at the New Year's Eve, Lao Wang."

After Wu Xiaomao's reminder, Wang Yuyang realized that it was a matter of ordering meals for the annual meeting.

A few days ago, Wu Xiaomao asked him to book a better private room in a hotel for the annual meeting, but Wang Yuyang forgot because of all the troubles, and that's why he came out like this today.

Wang Yuyang took off his glasses, pinched the center of his eyebrows: "Okay, my pot, I'll think of a way, and I won't let you drink the northwest wind."

However, most of the companies are holding annual meetings in these few days, and the hotels and clubs in the capital, large and small, have been fully booked months ago. Even if it is calculated according to the time when Wu Xiaomao first reminded Wang Yuyang, it is too late Then later.

In this regard, we can only conclude that Wu Xiaomao is the first time to start a company as the boss and has no experience.

No experience is no experience, the rice still has to be eaten by everyone.

Wu Xiaomao looked at the lobby of the company, and felt that those game show lottery draws that he had prepared should be able to spread out here. For dinner...he moved his eyes to the round table in the lobby.

There are not many people in the startup company, and that table is just enough for the company employees to squeeze in.

Wu Xiaomao suggested: "Otherwise, let everyone cook a dish and bring it to the company to eat? It's a good time to taste everyone's craftsmanship."

"I don't want to die." Wang Jianyang dismissed the proposal, "Especially if I die by your hands."

The leader of the technical team passing by heard the exchange between the two, and interrupted to suggest: "Can I eat hot pot? The one I ate tastes pretty good, it seems to be called Xiao Gu Gu Hot Pot Restaurant."

The other employees who happened to pass by also reconsidered one after another, and Wu Xiaomao was moved when he heard it, and couldn't help but nodded: "I think this is very good."

Wang Jianyang thought for a while, and then said firmly: "No."

All of a sudden, Wu Xiaomao asked dissatisfiedly, "Why not?"

"No way, no way." Wang Jianyang picked up the cup and took a sip of water, "There is no reason."

There is actually a reason.

Xiao Gu Gu Hot Pot Restaurant is the hot pot restaurant where Yuan Xing worked part-time. I can still vividly remember the last time Yuan Xing came to deliver hot pot.The temperature and evil wind in the capital today are not much better, Wang Yuyang is afraid that Yuan Xing will deliver the takeaway this time.

I was also afraid that Yuan Xing saw that he was ordering takeaway and came to deliver it on purpose.

His little star can't deliver food to others, even to him.

Wang Yuyang put down the water glass and said, "You can eat if you want, just go to the store, it's not far away in 10 minutes."

"What if there is no place?"

Wang Yuyang thought for a while, picked up the coat on the back of the chair, put it on, and went out: "I'll take a look."

The leader of the program team held the mobile phone in his hand, and asked Wu Xiaomao suspiciously: "Isn't there a hot pot restaurant phone number, can't you just make a phone call?"

Wu Xiaomao knew the real purpose of Wang Yuyang's trip to the hot pot restaurant, so he shrugged his shoulders: "Leave him alone, anyway, if you can't eat at this annual meeting, you can scold Lao Wang if you want."

Although he only saw Yuan Xing in the morning, Wang Yuyang always felt that it had been a long time. He liked someone and always wanted to see him all the time.

And he also wanted to ask about Yuan Xing's holiday schedule, and see if he could take Yuan Xing out to play and relax.

Get out of the elevator, turn a corner and arrive at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant.

There was no Yuan Xing in the waiting area, presumably he was ordering food in the store or serving the food in the back kitchen, Wang Yuyang was not in a hurry to call Yuan Xing.He randomly picked a chair and sat down, looked down at his phone, pretended to be a customer waiting for dinner, and gave him a surprise when Yuan Xing came to bring him sour plum soup and drinks.

The sour plum soup and drink had arrived, but Yuan Xing hadn't. It was brought by a fat little girl.

Wang Jianyang said thank you, and looked at the door with some doubts.

Could this little guy sneak away again?

Just when he was wondering, he saw Zhang Yue pushing a man out of the store, his expression was uneasy, and he seemed to be talking about something all the time, and the man was smiling, allowing Zhang Yue to push himself out of the store , not angry, looked back frequently.

Immediately after was Yuan Xing, wearing a white and clean overalls, with his hands twisted together, looking anxiously at Zhang Yue.

Wang Jianyang got up, and just wanted to call Yuan Xing, "Yuan..."

Then I saw the smiling man stop, turn around, and stretch out his hand to grab Yuan Xing's small face.

Wang Jianyang: "!"