Ding, your little fool is online

When the "rivals in love" met, they were extremely jealous. Wang Yuyang and Zhao Mianfu sat face to face, looking at each other.

Sitting at the end of the table, Wu Xiaomao said to Zhao Mian, "Let me introduce, this is the operations director of our company. If there is no accident, he will be connected with you for the next year's project."

"Old Wang, this is Mr. Zhao from Suiyi Finance." Wu Xiaomao introduced to Wang Yuyang again.

Wang Yuyang pretended not to know Zhao Mianfu, and nodded politely.

But Zhao Mianfu was different, holding his mouth and looking at Wang Yuyang with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Uh, what's wrong with Mr. Zhao?" Wu Xiaomao couldn't help asking.

Zhao Mianfu immediately returned to his smiling fox eyes, and joked: "It's okay, it's just that Director Wang looks familiar."

Wang Jianyang took a sip of tea from the cup, and said in a low voice, "To be honest, I think Mr. Zhao also looks familiar."

"Oh?" Wu Xiaomao looked left and right, "You have seen it before."

Not to be outdone, Zhao Mianfu picked up the cup and drank tea, but he was scalded by the hot tea, so he silently "hissed" in his heart, and then said: "Well, Director Wang looks familiar like my house. The teacher in the nursery department in the afternoon is very popular with the children."

It means that Wang Yuyang protects the calf Yuan Xing.

Seeing that Zhao Mianfu was scalded by the tea, Wang Jianyang sneered in his heart, and said, "Oh? That's it, I think Mr. Zhao looks very much like the big name in the catering industry who sells spicy hot pot downstairs in my house."

It means that Zhao Mianfu invests in hot pot restaurants.

"What?" The monk Wu Xiaomaozhanger who was caught in the middle couldn't figure it out, "I can't understand what you are talking about?"

The first wave of trials ended, a tie.

Immediately afterwards, he entered today's work. To Wang Yuyang's surprise, Zhao Mianfu looked childish and naive on the surface, and he would be scalded when drinking tea. There are many companies, of which two or three are listed.At the same time, he loves to invest everywhere, ranging from Zhang Yue’s hot pot restaurant to seed round angel round A round B round investment, he can be seen everywhere, maybe he has a share in Malatang downstairs of Wang Yuyang’s house.

Today's work still revolves around the Fengguang Foundation.

In addition to looking for major platforms to promote cooperation, the chairman and vice president of the Fengguang Foundation also cooperated with many companies to launch public welfare projects. Zhao Mianfu has a salary to participate in the cooperation of public welfare projects.

As soon as Zhao Mianfu was moved, he donated a large sum of money. In addition, the country paid more and more attention to the disabled group, so he found a company with good potential and planned to make a big deal around the Fengguang Foundation. .

If things come to fruition, not only will they gain fame, but the company's platform will also benefit from traffic investment.

"How is it?" Zhao Mianfu looked at Wang Yuyang with a smile.

I have to admit that although Zhao Mianfu seems to be doing nothing, but after all, he is the CEO of many companies, and when it comes to work, he is still a set of things. He has a lot of knowledge, vision and accomplishment that he should have.

"I think it's okay!" Wu Xiaomao patted the table excitedly, "What do you think, Lao Wang?"

Wang Jianyang looked at the floating tea stalks in the cup, and nodded: "Yes, but the specific cooperation will be discussed in detail after our current cooperation with Fengguang is offline."

"Okay." Zhao Mianfu said with a smile, "I'm not forcing you to agree this time, we can talk about the details~"

Wu Xiaomao's cell phone vibrated, and he got up: "Excuse me, I'm going out to answer the phone, you two talk first."

As soon as the door was closed, Zhao Mianfu slumped on the chair, rubbed his knees and head, and said in a low voice, "It hurts me to death, Ah Yue's attack is really ruthless."

Wang Jianyang took a sip of the lukewarm tea and said mercilessly, "Yes."

"Tch." Zhao Mianfu curled her lips, suddenly thought of something, rolled her eyes, and lay down on Wang Yuyang's side, "Can I ask you something~"

Wang Jianyang said decisively: "No."

"Stingy." Zhao Mianfu shrugged, and still asked what he wanted to know, "Is the kid in the hot pot restaurant called Yuan Xing? Then do you know what he likes?"

"No, I don't know."

"Don't be so mean."

Wang Jianyang thought about it, and felt that it would be okay to tell him: "Yes, I."

Hearing this, Zhao Mianfu was stunned for a moment before realizing that Wang Yuyang's words meant that Yuan Xing was indeed called Yuan Xing, but he was the one he liked.

"I've never seen such a brazen person." Zhao Mianfu lay on the table, poking the box containing the mobile phone with his fingers boredly.

"To each other." Wang Jianyang responded unwillingly.

He was sitting upright, gently stroking the cup in his hand, on the surface he looked calm and calm, but in fact he already had a sense of crisis.

Definitely a rival in love!

It seems that the hot pot restaurant can't stay any longer, and Xiao Xingxing has to move. After all, their revolutionary road still has a long way to go.

Putting down the cup, Wu Xiaomao also returned to the meeting room after making the phone call: "How was your chat?"

"Very good." Zhao Mianfu stood up.

Wu Xiaomao asked: "Mr. Zhao is leaving now?"

Zhao Mianfu nodded: "Well, I still have entertainment tonight, so I won't stay any longer."

He said, took his mobile phone case, went out, and picked up the big and small dolls at his feet: "No need to send, I am quite familiar with this place."

However, out of courtesy, Wu Xiaomao and Wang Yuyang took him downstairs and watched him take a taxi before returning to the company.

The next day was the last day of work in the company, and the annual meeting was held in the afternoon. In the morning, Wang Yuyang accompanied Yuan Xing to work at the Fengguang Foundation as usual.

When it was close to the end of get off work in the morning, Yuan Xing went to the toilet and put all the things in the house.

His cell phone rang a few times, Wang Yuyang took a look and found that it was an unfamiliar number, he didn't care, but then this number called several times one after another.

The ringtone was urgent, and Yuan Xing did not return. Wang Yuyang was afraid that the other party had something urgent, so he answered the phone for Yuan Xing.

"Hi, hello." Wang Yuyang said politely, "Are you looking for Yuan Xing? He is not here now, if there is something urgent, I can pass it on later."

The person on the other end of the phone froze for a moment, and said with an accent, "Who are you? Give Yuan Xing the phone."

Wang Yuyang still said very kindly: "I am Yuan Xing's friend, Yuan Xing is not here now, if you have anything to say, you can tell me, and I will pass it on to Yuan Xing."

"What the hell, he still has friends."

The other party hung up the phone after cursing, leaving Wang Yuyang holding Yuan Xing's small candy bar in a daze.

what's the situation?

It just so happened that Yuan Xing returned at this time, with water drops in his hand, and his tone was full of joy when he was off work: "I, I'm back, Mr. Happy, let's go."

Wang Yuyang took the paper and wiped Yuan Xing's hands, and mentioned what happened just now: "Just now an unfamiliar number called you several times, I answered the call for you, but the other party hung up without saying anything, there must be something wrong I want to tell you personally, you can call back later."

Today is January 31st, the end of the month.

I will call Yuanxing at the end of the month, it is still an unknown number, there is no one else.

"Oh, oh..." Yuan Xing blinked his eyes a few times, hesitating and evasive, "Wait, wait, wait until I call again..."

Yuan Xing usually speaks intermittently, so he didn't take the faltering at this time to heart.

While helping Yuan Xing put on the hat, Wang Yuyang asked, "Little Yuan Xing, is there any place you want to go during the Chinese New Year?"

Due to the particularity of the catering industry, Yuan Xing's annual leave is very short, only three or four.But Zhang Yue took care of him, not only did the four-day leave last consecutively, but also included New Year's Eve and New Year's Day for him.

Although there are New Year's Eve and New Year's Day during the annual holiday, Yuan Xing does not go home for the New Year.

For him, New Year's Eve was just an ordinary night when the outside was more lively than usual and his rental house was still cold.

This year may be a little different, but Yuan Xing is not in the mood at this time, his mind is full of the phone call just now, and the answer to Wang Yuyang's question is also irrelevant.

"Eat whatever you want." Yuan Xing lowered his brows, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

Wang Jianyang plucked his eyelashes with his fingers happily: "I asked where you went to play, how did you get to eat? Are you hungry? We will go to eat when we are hungry."

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Yuyang's cell phone rang, and it was Zhang Mingxing calling.

"Hello." Wang Yuyang turned his back, lowered his voice, and lowered the volume of the phone at the same time, so that Yuan Xing could not hear it.

"Hey, it's me, Mr. Wang, I'm Zhang Mingxing." Zhang Mingxing said, "Well, my car will drive at night, but Yuan Xing hasn't called me yet, so now I want to ask you what to do then? "

Wang Jianyang said: "I guess I will call you later, and you will answer whatever he says, which means that you will definitely be able to take his words with you."

"Well, okay, Mr. Wang." Zhang Mingxing agreed, "Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yuyang took Yuan Xing to dinner.

On the way to dinner, Wang Yuyang transferred a sum of money to Zhang Mingxing, hoping that Zhang Mingxing could burn some yellow paper and paper money on Yuanxing's behalf, and buy some tributes for his grandma.

Putting the phone on the table, Wang Yuyang looked at his own reflection on the screen and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

Until now, he still couldn't accurately judge whether his attitude towards this matter was right or wrong.

But the only thing that is certain is that he wants to minimize the damage to Yuan Xing from this incident.

Yuan Xing was on the side, half an unfinished shrimp dumpling was placed on the plate, with a tired and sad face.

"Don't you have an appetite, Xiao Yuanxing?" Wang Qianyang couldn't help asking.

"Ah?" Yuan Xing hurriedly picked up the shrimp dumpling, took a small bite of the outer skin, "Yes, yes, yes."

Yuan Xing looked at the pink and tender shrimp dumplings on the plate, feeling worried.

He didn't mean that he didn't want to give grandma money, but he only earned more than 1000 yuan from his work in the foundation, which wasn't enough to fill in the 2000 yuan loophole last time, and now he has to...

Seeing that it will be February soon, and at the end of February, he will have to pay the rent for the next quarter.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xing sighed involuntarily.

"Why are you sighing?" Wang Yuyang sensed Yuan Xing's depression, and touched his head, "What's the matter, Xiao Yuan Xing? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, no." Yuan Xing rolled his eyes at Wang Yuyang, "No, it's uncomfortable."

Wang Jianyang looked at him and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

"Uh-huh."

"Then what about the question I just asked you?" Wang Jianyang put a piece of radish cake on his plate, "Where do you want to go during the Chinese New Year holiday?"

Although Yuan Xing had holidays during Chinese New Year, Zhang Yue would not disagree if he asked to work overtime, after all, there was a shortage of manpower at that time.And if you work overtime during the annual vacation, you can get more overtime pay than usual, this is what Yuanxing heard from other people in the store.

So Yuan Xing said: "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Happy, no, but me, I'm going to work at a hot pot restaurant during Chinese New Year."

Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Wang Yuyang asked doubtfully, "Isn't it a rest?"

Yuan Xing does not stutter when lying: "I want to go to work."

Although Wang Yuyang was helpless, he still wanted to celebrate the new year with his family after all, and in the end he followed Yuan Xing's wishes and told him not to get tired and remember to eat dumplings.

Yuan Xing nodded vigorously, indicating that he remembered.

Immediately afterwards, on the night of January 31, Yuan Xing called Zhang Mingxing and talked to him a lot intermittently, hoping that he would pass it on to his grandma.

"Help, help me ask grandma, how is your body? Wear it, is it cold, and..."

At the end, there is another sentence: "Ma, please tell grandma, I, I, I miss her very much, very, very much."

"Hmm." Zhang Mingxing's nose was sore unconsciously when he heard Yuan Xing's sincere words on the other end of the phone.

He sniffed hard, and said solemnly: "Well, Yuan Xing, don't worry, I will definitely help you pass it on to your grandma, for sure."

"Thank you, Zhang Mingxing." Yuan Xing was very satisfied holding the phone over there, "You, you sniffed your nose just now, didn't you, did you catch a cold? You have to remember, take medicine."

Zhang Mingxing squeezed his eyes to keep the tears from falling: "Okay, I'll go buy medicine in a while."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Mingxing squeezed onto the train with Yuan Xing's thoughts and his own luggage.

When the foreground was flying backwards, Zhang Mingxing felt that this was really cruel.

After the sun rises and sets, after a good night's sleep, the time has entered February, and the work of the foundation will end on New Year's Eve on February [-]th, and all the gifts prepared for the disabled children have been wrapped.

Before leaving, the director of the foundation took out one of the gifts and gave it to Yuan Xing.

The director smiled and said to him, "You have a share of this gift. You have worked so hard for so long. Happy New Year."

Yuan Xing carefully held the gift that belonged to him, his eyes were shining, and he cherished it very much: "Thank you, thank you!"

On the night of New Year's Eve, Zhang Yue closed the store willfully and gave all the employees leave, so Yuan Xing had to go home by car.

In winter, the sky is dark and the night is moving up early, and the fireworks of various colors are always in the sky, bringing magnificent colors in front of people's eyes without interruption.

Yuan Xing still remembered Wang Yuyang's words, so he bought a bag of quick-frozen dumplings with leeks and eggs in the small supermarket downstairs, and he wanted to eat a few dumplings at the appropriate time.

Passing by several floors downstairs, the original noisy sound has become more joyous today. When approaching the door, you can hear the laughter of the family. The child is running and making noise, and the adults are busy urging him to slow down and not fall down. Pushing cups and changing cups collided with each other, and the sound of clanging pots and pans seemed to welcome the arrival of the New Year early.

The quick-frozen dumplings were just taken out of the freezer, and there was a layer of cold air on the outer skin. Yuan Xing listened to the laughter of others, and involuntarily clenched the cold packaging bag tightly, not caring about the chill.

Boil water and cook dumplings.

The induction cooker was humming noisyly with the small pot, and hot white air came out from the small hole in the lid of the pot. Yuan Xing stood in front of the table, staring at the hot air without blinking.

Every year, every year, he experiences such days several times.

New Year's Day, New Year's Eve, Lunar New Year, Lantern Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, etc., those festivals that require reunion with family members will always be boring in Yuanxing, and even have a feeling of sadness and loneliness.

But at the beginning of 2019, starting from the first New Year's Day, there was a familiar figure in the first festival, that person drove away the sadness and loneliness, and brought him handfuls of candies.

New Year's Eve was the second holiday, Motoyuki looked out the window, then shook his head.

Mr. Happy should spend the New Year with his younger brother and his parents.

A firework passed by the window, and the bright colors penetrated into Yuanxing's eyes through the white hot air, and the buzzing sound of the induction cooker could not stop the voices calling for reunion.

Picking up the lid on the small pot, Yuan Xing sniffed hard to prevent his dumpling soup from being polluted, whether it was because of the heat or something.

When the water boiled, Yuan Xing counted seven or eight dumplings and threw them into the pot, and tied up the rest and put them on the window sill. It was cold, so he could save them for a few days, so that they could be eaten during the most delicious days of the year. I eat dumplings every day.

Yuan Xing comforted himself in this way, and patted the crumpled plastic bag lightly.

Another firework rose in front of my eyes, and after bending a few times in the night, it exploded with a "bang".This one is bright red, with the lights of high-rise buildings in the distance, it looks very festive when it is booming.

Yuan Xing took a pair of chopsticks and poked the dumplings sticking to the bottom of the pot, and found that the skin of the dumplings had been torn, and the fillings were exposed, floating in bits and pieces in the soup. The well-cooked dumplings turned into dumpling soup .

Even if the appearance is not good, Yuan Xing has to eat this pot of dumplings, after all, this is his New Year's Eve dinner.

While eating, he couldn't help but look towards the door, as if he always felt that the next second, the person who always wears a coat would appear at the door, bring candy, and tell him to be happy every day and forever.

But until Yuanxing drank the whole bowl of dumplings and soup, there was still no knock on the door.

Yuan Xing sniffed again, feeling strange, obviously the induction cooker had been turned off, and there was no such vain heat in the air.

After eating, Yuan Xing conveniently put the bowl on the small washing machine that Mr. Happy gave him and had never used it, then turned off the lights in the house, took his own little quilt, took a few candies, and boredly Sitting on that tattered little sofa, watching the beautifully changing sky outside.

He counted the days, it was time to eat that lollipop with flower seeds today.

The night sky is like a flower field, with fireworks blooming one after another.

"One, two, three..." Yuan Xing wrapped the quilt tightly, biting the lollipop, counting the number of flowers in a low voice.

He tried hard to keep his eyes open, tried hard to see the color of the fireworks outside the window, and tried hard to count the number of fireworks.He pinned his hopes on these illusory numbers, as if a miracle would appear after counting enough flowers.

The phone turned on briefly, and Yuan Xing hurriedly stretched out his hand from the warm quilt to get the phone.

Mister Happy!

However, it was a message from Zhang Yue, a long text message typed by hand, including sincere blessings.Yuan Xing couldn't read all the words in it, but after reading a few hundred words, he sniffed hard again, and replied Zhang Yue with a clumsy "Thank you sister Yueyue, I wish sister Yueyue a happy new year."

After the text message was sent, Yuan Xing did not turn off the phone in a hurry, but flipped through the text message box, and looked at the messages sent by Mr. Kaixin in the past.

From the first line to the last line, every word, every punctuation mark seems to contain infinite warmth.

Yuan Xing stretched out his hand and gently touched the last text message, trying to feel the warmth in this way.

After exiting the SMS box, Yuan Xing dug out the address book again, and found the "Mr. Happy" in a few phone calls. He put his finger on the call button, hesitantly wondering whether he should press it or not.

I'll just make a phone call and just say one word, or I'll just ring and hang up... But Mr. Happy is supposed to be with his family, right?

Yuan Xing thought about it, but he didn't press the phone for a long time.

But in the next second, a call came in. Yuan Xing subconsciously thought it was Mr. Happy calling him, and answered the call with [-]% joy without even looking at the caller ID: "Yes, Mr. Happy."

"Mr. Happy?" The person on the other side seemed to be drunk, and said in an unhappy tone, "I'm your fucking old man!"

On the other side of the city, Wang Yuyang came out of his father's single-family building with a heavy thermos bucket in his hand, and ran to the parking lot with small steps.

The car had been parked outside for a long time, and the temperature inside the car was astonishingly cold. Wang Yuyang carefully placed the thermos on the co-pilot, and after fixing it, he started the car without even rubbing his frozen hands.

He intended to go out earlier, but he was delayed at home for a while because of Ling Qiuchi's illness. He waited for Ling Qiuchi to take medicine and fall asleep before going out.

There was a red light at the intersection, Wang Yuyang tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, and looked sideways at the thermos bucket on the co-pilot, for fear that the soup and vegetables inside would spill out.There were two dishes, one soup, and a set of dumplings in the thermos. It was the New Year's Eve dinner he personally prepared for Yuan Xing. Although the quantity was small, it was better in taste and heart.

He also threw the mobile phone on the co-pilot, and the screen of the mobile phone was flickering tirelessly with New Year's greetings.

Half a minute before the red light, Wang Yuyang simply took the mobile phone, intending to call Yuan Xing and ask him where he is. If he rushes to Yuan Xing's house, but Yuan Xing works in a hot pot restaurant, then things will not be fun.

After dialing, the mechanically empty female voice told him, "Hello, the number you dialed is temporarily on the line, please call again later."

No signal?

Wang Yuyang felt that Yuan Xing would not call others, but thought that there was no signal, so he sent him a short message quickly, and then drove to Yuan Xing's house.

The lights on the fifth floor were off, Wang Yuyang frowned, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Not really at home.

Three steps at a time, accompanied by laughter and laughter from downstairs, Wang Yuyang reached the top floor as fast as he could, opened his mouth and panted heavily, and raised his hand to knock on the door lightly.

Before there was a response, a gigantic firework suddenly exploded. After a loud "bang", it seemed that the world was much quieter.

At this time, Wang Yuyang also heard the sound coming from the house, and wept loudly.