Ding, your little fool is online

The first time he saw Zhao Mianfu, Wang Yuyang instinctively wanted to pull Yuan Xing behind him, like protecting a calf.

And Yuan Xing also hid behind Wang Yuyang the first time he saw Zhao Mianfu, grabbed one of his arms, exposed half of his head, and looked at Zhao Mianfu with frowning eyebrows.

So Wang Yuyang didn't catch Yuan Xing at all, and Yuan Xing ran behind him by himself.

So, Wang Yuyang turned around, pulled up Yuan Xing's scarf and wrapped his little face tightly, so as not to let Zhao Mianfu take advantage of it.

Then one big and one small took a step back, and Qi Qi looked at Zhao Mianfu with the eyes of an eagle.

Zhao Mianfu took the straw away from his mouth, curled his lips: "Why are you looking at me like that, I won't eat him, look at how stingy Director Wang is."

Looking at Zhao Mianfu's doll bag with Pigeon Goo Goo on his waist and a large bag of dolls behind him, Wang Yuyang didn't confront him directly, but said: "Mr. Zhao is very elegant."

Zhao Mianfu twitched his mouth again, but didn't respond. Instead, he looked at Yuan Xing, pointed at Stitch in the claw machine beside him, and asked, "Do you want this?"

Yuan Xing immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, don't."

Wang Jianyang was very satisfied with this.

"Cut." Zhao Mianfu put the Coke in his hand on the control panel of the machine, took out two coins from the pigeon goo bag and threw them in, then held the remote control lever in his hand and focused on the claws in the machine.

Ten seconds later, Zhao Mianfu squatted down, grabbed a Stitch doll from under the claw machine, flicked his hair, and proudly handed it to Yuan Xing: "Here, here you are."

Yuan Xing hesitated for a moment, then shook his head very resolutely.

"No, I don't want you to catch it."

After finishing speaking, he nodded vigorously: "No, no."

Zhao Mianfu played with Stitch in his hand, looked at Yuan Xing after a few glances, and then at Wang Yuyang, who then pushed Yuanxing behind him to protect him.

"If you don't want it, you don't want it." Zhao Mianfu took off the backpack behind him, stuffed the newly captured booty into it, patted it, and curled his lips, "I won't give it."

Yuan Xing didn't know where the lip service came from: "I, I don't want it yet."

Wang Jianyang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt happy.

My little star has grown up.

Zhao Mianfu was so pouted that he could hang an oil pot, he took a sip of Coke, then looked at Wang Yuyang: "I know you want him to catch you."

Hearing this, Yuan Xing's heart was instantly wrapped in a warm current, and it was as warm as the side face he saw last night.

He really wanted Mr. Happy to catch him.

If you can't catch it once, then the second time, and the third time, when Mr. Happy catches this little pig doll, Little Xingxing will definitely hug the doll with the cutest smile.

Wang Yuyang couldn't help but looked sideways at Yuan Xing who was holding his arm, his white fingertips were tightly clutching the sleeve of the coat, and his heart was full of joy.

Clearing his throat, he was about to say something.

Hearing the sound of "suction", Zhao Mianfu shook the cola cup that was about to be emptied, and laughed very hard: "But he can't catch it, hahahaha."

Wang Yuyang: "..."

I really want to hit someone.

Yuan Xing grasped Wang Yuyang's coat sleeves tightly, raised his head and looked at Wang Yuyang with his dark pupils, his eyes longing.

Wang Yuyang's heart trembled, and he immediately took out two more game coins: "Since Mr. Zhao has already caught it, please let me go."

Zhao Mianfu sucked on the empty Coke tirelessly, frowned, and took out two game coins: "I want to grab another one."

Then, in front of Wang Yuyang and Yuan Xing, he grabbed another one, and then he grabbed the second, the third, the sixth, the seventh, the eighties, the nineties, and it seemed that he was about to catch all the Stitches in the machine.

Zhao Mianfu looked at Stitch who was about to be arrested, complacent.

Hmph, let you two look at me like that, I'll catch them all, and give one to that cute kid at the end.

However, when he grabbed the doll and got up to show off, he found that he had moved to the claw machine at the far other side early in the morning when he was still beside him.

The doll in the machine in front of him is much bigger than the Stitch just now, and it costs five game coins to catch it once.

The game currency in the carton has bottomed out, and only the last five are left.

Yuan Xing watched nervously as Wang Yuyang threw the last five game coins into the claw machine, and clenched his hands tightly.

"Go, Mr. Happy, come on." Yuan Xing whispered encouragement to Wang Yuyang.

A few lines of music played from the claw machine, Wang Jianyang moved his five fingers, and concentrated on helping Yuan Xing catch the large puppy-shaped doll.

The puppy is covered in snow-white fluff, and the two eyeballs are made of unknown materials. They are black in color, and there is a golden bell on the neck. Standing obediently in the glass claw machine, it is very cute.

This involuntarily reminded Wang Yuyang of the Yuan Xing he saw at the beginning, dressed in a white uniform of a hot pot restaurant employee, blinking a pair of black-colored drooping eyes, looking at him obediently and fearfully.

At that time, he always thought that the puppy was too pitiful, and he couldn't help but want to touch his head and feel the fur on his palm.

Now, the puppy is standing only half a step away from him, blinking two big eyes, its eyelashes fluttering up and down like butterfly wings, looking hopeful, and he only needs to stretch out his hand to touch the puppy's head.

So Wang Qianyang stretched out his hand and snorted a few times on the top of Yuan Xing's head, ruffling his hair into a mess.

"Don't worry, you can definitely catch it."

As expected, with the sound of music, the cabinet door of the claw machine slowly opened, and the white puppy jumped into Yuan Xing's arms.

Yuan Xing fondled the big doll, his eyes sparkling, and Wang Yuyang couldn't help touching his head again.

And this scene happened to be seen by Zhao Mianfu who just turned his head.

He watched Yuan Xing holding a large doll, his eyes narrowed into slits with joy, his hair was scuffed into a cute mess by Wang Yuyang, and then he looked back at the lonely little Stitch in his hand, puffing his cheeks.

"Director Wang."

Hearing someone calling him suddenly, Wang Yuyang withdrew his hands and turned around, seeing Zhao Mianfu throwing a black object towards him.

Instinctively raised his hand to catch it, and found that it was the Stitch doll that Motoko wanted so much.

"Let's go, Director Wang, see you in the next year." Zhao Mianfu shook the backpack full of dolls, and threw the Coke bottle into the trash can not far away like a three-pointer.

After Zhao Mianfu walked away, Wang Yuyang looked down at the Stitch doll in his hand.

"Go, Mr. Happy, pinch, face-pinching bastard, are you leaving?" Yuan Xing asked cautiously.

Face pinching villain?

Wang Yuyang was taken aback for a moment, but turned to be happy, thinking of the first time he saw Zhao Mianfu, he pinched Yuan Xing's face, and Yuan Xing always tried to avoid it.

Presumably because of this, Yuan Xing gave him this nickname.

"It's gone." Wang Yuyang said, stretching out his hand to pinch Yuan Xing's cheek.

Yuan Xing didn't dodge, but rubbed his face against his palm, and bit him back after rubbing: "Go, Mr. Happy, you always, always pinch my face recently."

Wang Yuyang grabbed it again, then withdrew his hand: "Then I just don't pinch it."

Yuan Xing blinked, looked down at Wang Yuyang's hanging hand, and whispered, "Return, I still want it."

Wang Yuyang was really amused by his cuteness, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed Yuan Xing's face: "Then listen to Xiao Yuan Xing, and squeeze it again."

Looking down at Yuan Xing and the little white dog in his arms, seeing the sharp contrast between Yuan Xing's obedient and obedient appearance by his side and the previous resistance to Zhao Mianfu, Wang Yuyang was in a good mood.

Zhao Mian pays this rival in love, but Liao is useless.

In order to prove this point, Wang Yuyang took out the Stitch doll that Zhao Mianfu had caught, shook it in his hand and asked Yuan Xing: "Xiao Yuan Xing, is this still okay?"

Yuan Xing didn't hesitate this time, but hugged the little white dog tightly: "I, I just want Mr. Happy to catch it, I caught it."

Then he shook his head again: "Pinch, face-pinching bastard, don't."

"You're so good." Wang Yuyang bent his eyebrows in satisfaction, "Don't make face-crushing scoundrels."

And Zhao Mianfu, who had already walked into the underground parking lot, sneezed several times.

He rubbed his nose, wondering, did he catch a cold after drinking coke?

After leaving the video game city, Wang Yuyang took Yuanxing for a stroll in the mall again, and saw the little star who wanted to buy everything for his family, but Yuanxing hugged the little white dog tightly with both hands, shook his head and said that this one is enough , thank you Mr. Happy.

Helpless, he had no choice but to take someone to the supermarket and buy him some food.

Looking at Yuan Xing who was stroking the little white dog's head, Wang Jianyang loosened his hands holding the big and small bags, thinking when will his little Xing Xing be so sensible?

If possible, Wang Yuyang hoped that Yuan Xing would not be so polite to him, and could complain to him a few words, and it would be best to act coquettishly at him.

In short, don't be as cute and sensible as you are now, just turn up the corners of your lips so that it makes you feel distressed.

But this request is really embarrassing for the current Yuan Xing, asking him to complain about Mr. Happy who has helped him repeatedly, and to act like a baby to him.

Moreover, because Motoko had heard too many gossips and suffered too much indifference after his high fever and mental decline, he had already lived in fear. He was afraid that he would cause trouble for others and affect others, which is why he lived so well.

In addition, when Yuan Xing did something wrong when he was a child, he would be reprimanded and beaten by Yuan Hongming. Now it is not easy for Yuan Xing to change his mind.

Yuan Xing reached out and rang the bell on the little white dog's neck, making a "jingling, dingling" sound.

Wang Qianyang withdrew his thoughts, followed his example and rang the bell on the little white dog's neck, and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Hi, I like it." Yuan Xing nodded.

The bell on the little white dog's neck swayed a few more times, and the sound was crisp.

"Then..." Wang Jianyang thought about it and decided to play tricks, "How is this compared to me? Xiao Yuanxing."

Wang Yuyang is probably the only one who compares himself with a dog.

Even a toy dog.

Yuan Xing nodded slightly again, and buried half of his face in the puppy's warm fur: "I like it, I like Mr. Happy more, a little more."

The voice is soft and waxy, and the tone is soft and thin, like a puppy's furry tail rubbing against the palm and the tip of the heart.

Wang Jianyang's heart trembled, he turned his head and covered his face.

It's so cute.

Yuan Xing was holding the little white dog over there, and tilted his head suspiciously to look at Wang Yuyang.

Although Wang Qianyang knew that Yuan Xing's words of liking were pure liking, but just listening to him speak in such a soft tone, saying that he liked him, was enough to make his heart elated.

Looking around, the side where the two of them were sitting was less crowded, Wang Yuyang squinted his eyes, and lowered his voice: "I didn't hear you clearly, Xiao Yuanxing, can you say it again?"

Without hesitation, Yuan Xing looked into Wang Yuyang's eyes again, followed his example and lowered his voice, repeating what he said just now.

"I like it, I like Mr. Happy's."

Just like this in the afternoon, Wang Yuyang tricked Yuan Xing into saying how much he liked you and Mr. Happy, and his heart was full of enthusiasm throughout the afternoon.

Yuan Xing didn't find it troublesome either, Wang Jianyang asked each time he answered each time, and each time he answered each time he was happier.

After all, he just likes Mr. Happy.

At the same time, Wang Yuyang also discovered that although Yuan Xing rejected his own good intentions, he had unconsciously begun to rely on him psychologically.

For example, when I was crying last night, I pulled my sleeves to prevent him from leaving. In the afternoon, when I saw Zhao Mianfu, I would hide behind me. When I pinched my face, I would gently rub my palms. I seemed to like this feeling very much.

In other words, Yuan Xing has been willing to get close to Wang Yuyang since a long time ago, and he is willing to help him so much through non-kinship.

No matter what, it is always a good thing for Wang Yuyang, after all, he is one step closer to teaching Yuan Xing this kind of relationship.

"Xiaoyuan Xingxi, do you like Mr. Happy?"

"Hi, I like it."

The closer the time is to night, the closer it is to part.

Yuan Xing also seemed to be aware of this upcoming parting, and he was obviously a little listless and mentally weak on the way back.

He seemed to be a little sleepy. As soon as he got in the car, he hugged the little white dog and lay on the back seat. A few times, the driver braked too sharply, and Yuan Xing folded forward, almost hitting his head.

"Master, please drive slowly." Wang Yuyang fished Yuan Xing onto his shoulder and protected his forehead.

The driver couldn't help but look in the rear mirror and asked, "Is this your brother?"

Wang Jianyang smiled and shook his head: "No."

"Oh." The driver nodded, "Is that your son? I think you are quite young."

Wang Jianyang touched his nose, not knowing how to answer, wondering if he looked like a father?

Seeing that he was silent, the driver took it as his acquiescence, opened up the conversation box, and talked to him about his son in a moderate voice, envious of the good relationship between his father and son.

Wang Jianyang listened quietly, answering a few words in a low voice from time to time.

He looked sideways at Yuan Xing who was already asleep, and quietly held his hand where the driver couldn't see.

Forget it, no matter what the relationship is now, he will always be by Yuan Xing's side.

Downstairs at Yuan Xing's house, Wang Yuyang waited for the car to stop before gently waking Yuan Xing up.

"Xiao Yuanxing, you're home, get up."

Yuan Xing let Wang Yuyang lead him out of the car, and when the cold wind blew, he reluctantly opened his eyes, rubbed them, and said vaguely: "Go, Mr. Happy, are you leaving?"

"Yeah." Wang Yuyang straightened the scarf for Yuan Xing, "I'll help you send the things up, and then I'll go back, but don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow."

Yuan Xing saw Wang Yuyang answering one call after another during the day, so he naturally knew that he would go back at night.

But at this time, he just felt reluctant.

He has known Mr. Happy for a long time, but only today is the day when he stays together.

And today... Yuan Xing hugged the puppy tightly, it was a very, very happy day.

Wang Yuyang's cell phone rang, he glanced at it and connected it, said a few words to the other side and went back immediately, hung up the phone, and went upstairs with Yuan Xing's big and small bags.

After helping Yuan Xing put away the things he bought today, Wang Yuyang got up and tidied his clothes: "Then... I will go back to Xiao Yuan Xing today, and you will wait for me at home tomorrow, okay? Charge your phone Don’t turn off the electricity, I’ll come when you wake up.”

"Yeah." Yuan Xing hugged the little white dog, and responded sullenly.

It can be heard from his voice that he is reluctant to give up on Wang Jianyang, but this is also a manifestation of his dependence on Wang Jianyang.

Yuan Xing was still holding the little white dog doll in his arms, looking down, his eyelashes drooping, with some reluctance and loneliness.

What is rare is that the normally upturned lips are now slightly pouted, full of dissatisfaction.

Seeing his appearance, Wang Qianyang was also very sad, but if he didn't go back today, he wouldn't be able to visit her mother's grave tomorrow.

So he took Yuanxing's hand, touched his head, and comforted him: "Xiao Yuanxing, remember to put on the earphones later, okay?"

Yuan Xing didn't understand the meaning of these words, he tightened his arms and lowered his gaze a little more.

Another phone call came from Wang Yuyang's side, this time he didn't answer the phone, he just turned it off, then patted Yuan Xing's head, turned around and planned to open the door.

The sound of the door lock turning sounded, Motoko blinked.

Mr. Happy opened the door... I'm leaving soon. Although I stayed all day today, I still want to stay with Mr. Happy.

However, there was no sound when the door was closed.

Yuan Xing raised his head in doubt, but then, someone stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, and then, the hair on his forehead was pushed away, and a soft, gentle kiss fell on his forehead.

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