Ding, your little fool is online

Wang Yuyang looked down at the little white dog who was smiling brightly, and then looked up at Yuan Xing who was lying on the bedside and smiling sweetly. He was confused for a few seconds, and stared blankly at Yuan Xing.

In the end, it was Yuan Xing who called him again: "Mr. Happy, get up, get up, the sun, the sun is shining on your ass."

The sunshine after the snow stopped was excellent. The sunshine smelled like fresh snow at the beginning of the year. It was fresh and abundant, and it made the whole house warm.

It is twelve o'clock at noon, Motoko's house faces south, and the house is brightly lit.

It has been a long time since Wang Yuyang slept until this point in time, and he did not sleep so late on the sofa at Yuan Xing’s house last time, this time lying on Yuan Xing’s bed, he always felt as if he had magical powers, opening and closing his eyes It's noon now.

He grabbed the sheet under his body, is it really magical?

"Get up, get up, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing tugged at the ears of the little white dog in his arms, his voice sounded muffled, as if he had caught a cold.

"What's wrong with the voice?" Wang Yuyang got up, handed the little white dog in his arms to Yuan Xing, rubbed his forehead and got up.

"Ah? The sound, the sound is okay." Yuan Xing hugged the little white dog, rubbing his face against the furry happily.

Seeing how happy he was holding the doll, Wang Yuyang couldn't help but look down at his arms.

Did he really only hug the little white dog?nothing else?

And how did he climb onto the bed?

Wang Jianyang got confused, so he still asked himself, so he scratched his messy hair, washed his face and rinsed his mouth.

After he entered the bathroom, Yuan Xing, who was still playing with the little white dog just now, immediately shifted his gaze to the bathroom door.

In the early hours of last night, Yuan Xing, who was half asleep and half awake, was awakened by the sound of Wang Yuyang closing the door. The room was too dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly with dim eyes. Afraid that Mr. Happy had left, he hurriedly called Mr. Happy , with anxiety and doubt.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuyang responded immediately: "I'm here."

The voice in the snowy night was very soft and extremely gentle.

Only then did Yuan Xing feel relieved, and lay down in bed again.

It's just that as soon as I lay down in the quilt, the edge of the bed seemed to be slightly sunken, and then the quilt was lifted, and there was an extra person next to me.

It was Wang Jianyang who was really half asleep and half awake. After going to the toilet, he muttered about his backache and leg pain.

It was just lying down, and fell asleep immediately after touching the pillow, with all hands and feet neatly placed.

Yuan Xing's pillow was very small, and when Wang Jianyang put his head on it, half of his head went out immediately.In addition, the moment Wang Yuyang lay down, he instinctively hid aside, so Wang Yuyang snatched half of the quilt, and the wind came in from the right side.

Yuan Xing woke up quite a bit, and blinked his eyes in the dark while hugging the little quilt left in his arms.

Wang Yuyang didn't snore when he was sleeping, but Yuan Xing only had the sound of even and steady breathing in his ear.

Yuan Xing blinked again.

Wang Yuyang's right hand was placed next to his left hand, and he only needed to move his hand lightly to grasp it.

He has held this hand many times, on many occasions, but in this situation, he held it secretly.

He first carefully moved his left hand, and the moment his little finger touched it, he quickly retracted, digging at the quilt under him, his heart beating violently.

Eyes wide open, he held his breath and tried again.

This time Yuan Xing successfully hooked Mr. Kaixin's little finger with his little finger, his heart beat even harder, and he even tugged lightly when he hooked it.

The warm touch reminded him of the games he played when he was a child, and he even whispered in bed:

"Pull, hang yourself on the pull hook, 100 years, 100 years are not allowed to change. Then, then, Mr. Happy and I want, for 100 years, you are not allowed to change..."

After speaking, his heart suddenly felt sweet, and he couldn't help but secretly laughed, and happily hooked Gou Wang Yuyang's little finger lightly.

"One, 100 years, 100 years are not allowed to change."

People say that a hundred years is good, and they are talking about a man and a woman becoming husband and wife.Now there is only one Yuan Xing who doesn't understand what a century-old relationship is. He can only quietly hook the other's little finger in the warm bed, quietly recite childhood nursery rhymes, and make a century-old promise.

After snickering, Yuan Xing pursed his lips, hooked Wang Yuyang's little finger, grabbed the remaining corner of the quilt with difficulty with the other hand, and fell asleep contentedly.

When he woke up, their little fingers were still hooked together.

It was a little cold around, Yuan Xing sniffed, feeling extremely happy, as happy as having spent a hundred years with Mr. Happy.

So I got up carefully, washed and put on my clothes.

Maybe last night because Wang Yuyang snatched the quilt, Yuan Xing caught a little cold, so he sneezed a few times in a low voice, then sat on the side of the bed with a small stool, and looked at Wang Yuyang until he woke up.

When Wang Yuyang came out of the bathroom, he was still stroking the back of his head in puzzlement.

Seeing Yuan Xing sitting on the small bench playing with his left little finger, he couldn't help but walk over and pat him on the head: "What's the fun, little Yuan Xing?"

Yuan Xing quickly withdrew his hand, and said with a smile: "No, no, no."

Wang Jianyang looked at the snow outside the window, and at the flower pots where the soil was already wet. He thought about it and sat by the bed, hesitating to speak.

Finally, when Yuan Xing felt puzzled and looked up at him, Wang Yuyang said, "Xiao Yuan Xing."

"Huh?" Yuan Xing blinked.

Wang Yuyang seemed to feel embarrassed, after all, such things as bed climbing...is not glorious, especially Yuan Xing is quite special.

"Didn't I sleep on the sofa last night?" Wang Yuyang asked, his eyes rolled around the sofa and the bed, "Why..."

Yuan Xing replied truthfully: "Yesterday, last night you closed the door, and then said, that your legs hurt, your back hurt, and then, you went to bed."

close the door?

Wang Jianyang was stunned when he heard this, and shut the door and closed the door.

But in fact, it was Wang Yuyang who closed the door after going to the toilet when he was half asleep and half awake at night, and Yuan Xing happened to hear the sound of closing the door.

But these are not too important, Wang Jianyang shook his head.

The matter of lying on the bed is a certainty, and finally...

Wang Jianyang coughed lightly, and asked again: "I... I didn't do anything to you, did I?"

Even if he woke up and found that he was holding a little white dog, what if he took Xiao Yuanxing into his arms at night?This warm and fragrant jade is in his arms, and Lao Wang is 30 years old...

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Xing's cheerful smile froze in an instant, and he slowly lowered his head immediately after.

This startled Wang Jianyang.

But Yuan Xing shook his head, and while talking, his face and the tips of his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye: "No, there is nothing."

Wang Jianyang didn't believe it!

Looking at Xiao Yuanxing's appearance, he should definitely be sure of the word "beast"...

He squatted down and grabbed Yuan Xing's shoulder, and said in a responsible tone: "Yuan Xing, you don't have to be afraid or feel embarrassed, if I do something, just tell me, okay?"

So Yuanxing buried his head lower.

He wasn't afraid or embarrassed, it was just... he was the only one who did everything.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and looked at the confetti on the ground. Could it be considered a crime to secretly pull his little finger?

He twisted his fingers, pursed his lips again, decided to press the matter down, and raised his head: "Mr. Happy, you didn't do anything, nothing."

Again, he doesn't stutter when he tells a lie.

Wang Yuyang still maintained doubts about himself, and carefully recalled what happened last night, and finally gave up after tossing and turning.

After retrieving the memory several times, Wang Jianyang didn't remember anything, and always felt that he had lost his memory, so he sighed and gave up discussing this matter. After all, Xiao Xingxing is a good boy and won't lie.

So he patted his head and said casually: "Okay, but what you said just now didn't stutter, Xiao Yuanxing, keep working hard."

Yuan Xing: "!"

This matter has come to an end for now, today is the last day of Yuan Xing's vacation, Wang Yuyang had already thought about it yesterday, to buy Yuan Xing the roses of the little prince he was thinking of, and then make fried chicken to eat, and he needed to buy a bottle of mouthwash by the way.

So Wang Yuyang quickly tidied himself up, and when he was putting on his coat, Yuan Xing couldn't help asking: "Sure, Mr. Happy, do you want to go?"

The tone is very tense.

Wang Jianyang buttoned up his coat and smiled gently: "Don't go, I'll buy you fried chicken."

Hearing the fried chicken, Yuan Xing immediately got excited: "I, I want to go too." Then he stood up.

However, yesterday he lost miserably in the competition for the quilt with Mr. Happy, causing him to sneeze and sniff his nose just after he finished speaking.

The snow had stopped outside, and the sun was shining enough to melt the snow. When the snow melted, the temperature was low. Wang Yuyang looked at Yuan Xing who was trying to sniff his nose, and finally decided to put him at home, let him be a shoulder and cannot lift his hands. Just waiting for the happy baby egg.

"Xiao Yuanxing, if you are bored, you can read a book. I will tell you about places you don't know when I come back."

"Uh-huh."

After closing the door, Wang Jianyang went out this time.

He remembered that there was a flower shop nearby, and there was a fresh food supermarket near the flower shop. In addition to the ingredients for fried chicken, he could also buy some other vegetables and fruits. Now that it is cold, it can be stored for a few more days.

In order to avoid publicity, he only bought a few roses and ordered the store to cut off the thorns of the roses.

While packing over there, he walked around the shop casually. In addition to selling fresh cut flowers, this shop also sells some potted picks, flower seeds and flower bulbs.

When the clerk handed him the packaged roses, Wang Yuyang found a few white baby's breath inside, and thought of his little stars, he couldn't help but smile.

Thinking of Yuan Xing, and being in a flower shop again, Wang Jianyang immediately thought of Yuan Xing's surprise flower.

So I asked the clerk: "Excuse me, are there any flowers that bloom in spring?"

The clerk immediately looked at Wang Yuyang with eyes like a fool. Most of the flowers bloom in spring. I can't answer your question.

Wang Jianyang was taken aback for a moment, was bored, said "excuse me" and hurried out the door.

What the hell.

Taking a bouquet of roses to the fresh food supermarket, although there are not many, it still attracted everyone's attention.

After buying the ingredients needed for fried chicken rice crackers, Wang Yuyang wanted to buy some other things for Yuan Xing, but because he didn't know what Yuan Xing liked, he had to call back.

"Hello." Wang Yuyang stood at the fruit section and made a phone call, "Xiao Yuanxing, is there anything you really want to eat?"

It was quickly connected over there, and Yuan Xing's soft voice and the sound of turning the pages of the book came: "No, there is nothing I particularly want to eat, happy, Mr. Happy cooks, all delicious."

While smiling at Yuan Xing's cuteness, Wang Yuyang thought that this is another way of rainbow fart, and replied, "Okay, then I'll buy what I want to eat when I go back, and I'm not allowed to be picky eaters."

"Okay, okay." Yuan Xing said.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yuyang picked some things to check out. There were quite a few people in the line. Wang Yuyang stood at the end of the line with a basket in his hand and slowly moved forward. He took out a small can of fruit jelly and shook it lightly in his hand.

When he got home, Wang Jinyang took off his coat and started frying chicken popcorn. The breadcrumb-coated chicken popcorn was sizzling in the oil pan, and attracted Yuan Xing who was reading a book.

He stood by the pot and looked into it curiously: "It seems, like the sound of rain, sizzling, sizzling, sizzling."

The metaphor that came out of nowhere is extremely innocent and cute.

Wang Qianyang picked up a piece of fried golden and crispy chicken popcorn, blotted out the oil on kitchen paper, blew on it, and carefully handed it to Yuan Xing to eat.

However, the chicken popcorn was still a bit hot, and Yuan Xing's mouth was hot as soon as it touched the chicken popcorn, and he blinked his eyes, as if he was distressed: "Mr. Happy, it's hot, it's hot."

"Eat slowly."

Wang Yuyang had no choice but to hold the chicken popcorn in his hand, squeeze and feed it to his mouth, watching him eat small bites, chewing twice, blowing while eating.

Wisps of white air emerged from the chicken popcorn, floating in the air.

Yuan Xing bit the chicken rice flower, and his lips rubbed against Wang Yuyang's finger from time to time, sucking it, and occasionally felt the teeth scratching and pulling on the finger pulp, the soft touch always made him a little distracted.

Naihe Yuanxing smiled happily at him after eating the chicken popcorn. The smile was so innocent that Wang Yuyang had to fry the remaining chicken popcorn while desperately reciting the heart sutra of "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".

In addition to chicken rice crackers, Wang Yuyang also cooked several other dishes and steamed the rice. By the time the meal was served, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. Yuan Xing's stomach was already growling with hunger, so he took the rice bowl I didn't let go, but I didn't eat too much after all.

After lunch, Wang Yuyang stretched his waist. After all, he was in his thirties, and no matter how hard he kept exercising, his bones were getting old. When he turned his neck, there was a crackling sound.

Yuan Xing volunteered to wash the dishes, his eyes were very eager.

Wang Yuyang also agreed, but he kept staring at the faucet over there, intending to grab his housework after he washed a plate.

While washing, Yuan Xing suddenly let out an "oops".

"What's the matter, Xiao Yuanxing?" Wang Qianyang asked.

"Stop, the water is off." The plate in Yuan Xing's hand was still clinging to the bubbles from the dishwashing liquid.

Wang Yuyang tried the water in the kitchen and the bathroom respectively, and found that the water was cut off, so he politely knocked on the neighbor's door, and found that it was Yuan Xing's family who had no water.

"When did you pay the water bill last time?" Wang Yuyang looked at some receipts pasted on the back of Yuan Xing's house, trying to find the phone number to pay the water bill.

"Forget, forget." Yuan Xing said as he wiped his hands with a towel, "I, I will, the landlord brother, send a text message."

Brother landlord?

Wang Jianyang raised his eyebrows, it was as sour as lemon essence.

Yuan Xing sent a text message, but after a while, the landlord called.

The landlord's tone and attitude couldn't be called polite. Yuan Xing told him a lot very politely, but the other party always responded impatiently.

When Yuan Xing was about to hang up the phone, the landlord over there suddenly said: "By the way, you should pay the next quarter's rent at the beginning of next month. This year's tax reform, my rent will increase by 2500." , if you rent, prepare 7500 next month, if you don’t rent, move out, don’t affect me to rent a house again.”

"Ah?" Yuan Xing was taken aback, "No, not two..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone, leaving him in a daze with his phone.

He still hasn't made up the 2000 yuan loophole, and now the rent will increase by 500 yuan... He really doesn't have that much money...

Yuan Xing stood there holding his mobile phone without saying a word, until Wang Jianyang called him.

"Xiao Yuanxing? What's the matter?" Wang Yuyang walked up to him and patted his head, "Why are you stunned?"

"Ah." Only then did Yuan Xing come to his senses, and looked up at Wang Yuyang's concerned eyes.

Although Mr. Happy said that he could go to his house to play, but...

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, blinked, and finally said: "It's okay, the landlord brother said, he will pay the water bill for me in a while."

The author has something to say: I also want to hook up with Little Xingxing!