Ding, your little fool is online

The wind stopped, and the hair on the foreheads of the two slowly fell down.

The red mark on Ling Qiuchi's forehead was blocked again, and Yuan Xing's forehead hair directly blocked his eyes, and it was itchy. He couldn't help but let out an "oops" and stretched out his hand to pat it.

Before Mr. Kaixin said to take him to get his hair cut, it was delayed because of his busy schedule at [-]:[-] and [-]st line these days, Yuan Xing himself didn't remember it.

"Your hair has grown, so cut it instead." Ling Qiuchi looked away and deliberately picked up the topic, "Hurry up and get your hair cut."

"Brother, younger brother." Yuan Xing sat up straight after straightening his hair, looked at Ling Qiuchi, and was not fooled by Ling Qiuchi this time, "You, you just lied."

Ling Qiuchi: "..."

It really is a pot that cannot be opened without mentioning.

He scratched his hair impatiently and asked Yuan Xing, "Are you really stupid or fake?"

Yuan Xing didn't understand what he meant, so he just blinked and tilted his head.

Ling Qiuchi was about to say something when the phone rang in his pocket. He took out the phone and frowned immediately after seeing the name on the caller ID on the screen. He didn't seem to want to answer the call very much, so he let it go The phone rang, and I put it back in my pocket.

Yuan Xing poked his head curiously, and kindly reminded: "Brother, you, your phone is ringing."

Ling Qiuchi was a little speechless, and was actually double-killed by Xiao Baicai.

Fortunately, the ringing of the phone stopped abruptly, so Yuan Xing didn't continue to ask, his eyes were still glued to Ling Qiuchi, blinking from time to time.

Suddenly he found that there seemed to be a piece of bread crumbs on Ling Qiuchi's dark blue coat, so he stretched out his hand: "You, there is a white one on your coat, I will help you, brother who took it off."

Before touching him, Yuanxing's hand was roughly slapped away.

"Don't touch me!" Ling Qiuchi suddenly raised his voice, like a disturbed little animal, with his hands on his chest in a protective posture, his body turned sideways to the other side of the wheelchair, his eyes shattered.

Yuan Xing also seemed to be frightened by him, the outstretched hand froze in mid-air, it didn't matter if it was taken off or continued to be stretched out, and the fingers moved slightly a few times.

But soon, his fright turned into embarrassment, he withdrew his hand, clenched it a few times, and said in an embarrassing tone, "Oh, then you can, just take it yourself, it's on the left sleeve, it's white."

Ling Qiuchi took a look and found that there was indeed a large piece of bread crumbs on her clothes, so she breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to brush it off.

Small pieces of bread crumbs were flying in the air, Yuan Xing slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing the dimples on both sides: "Take it, take it off."

Looking at his smiling face, Ling Qiuchi suddenly felt a little regretful.

He is used to being domineering and domineering, and most of the people around him follow him, and they basically don't quarrel with him, and occasionally get angry when his requirements are not met.

But when he reached out and didn't hit the smiling face, Qiu Chi always felt a little annoyed.

He pinched the fabric on his left arm clothes tightly, and pursed his lips: "Next time, just tell me, I don't like people touching me."

Yuan Xing nodded: "Oh, oh yes."

As soon as he answered, he saw Ling Qiuchi's delicate eyebrows frowned, gritted his teeth and let out a "hiss--", the other hand grasped the left trousers tightly, the fabric was wrinkled together, and the trousers were lifted up, empty of.

Yuan Xing hurriedly asked: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Ling Qiuchi gritted his teeth tightly, gasped and said, "It's nothing, the wound on the leg is just scratched, it's not a big deal."

The wound on the residual limb was worn out by wearing a prosthesis a while ago. The left leg was blistered, and the right leg was worn out and almost infected.After taking the medicine, the pain was like burning fire in the first few days, tormenting his nerves and making him unable to sleep.Although it has gotten better recently, the wound has not healed, so it cannot be bumped.

When Yuan Xing was trying to help him remove the bread crumbs from his clothes, Ling Qiuchi pulled back abruptly and pulled the wound on his right leg, causing a tearing pain.

"That, that..." Yuan Xing frowned, looking very worried, "Isn't it, it hurts a lot?"

A layer of sweat broke out on Ling Qiuchi's face, and he let out a long breath: "It's okay, just get used to it."

Yuan Xing bent down, looked at his leg worriedly, then raised his eyelids and asked, "Yes, which leg is it?"

Ling Qiuchi pointed to his right leg.

Only the thighs were left, not even the knees, and the lower trousers were empty, filled with the spring breeze.

Yuan Xing reached out and was about to lift his pants, but Qiu Chi immediately pushed the wheelchair back to the base of the wall, and asked him with wide eyes, "What are you going to do?"

Yuan Xing straightened up, put his hands on his knees, and said seriously: "Help you, help you Huhu, Huhu will stop hurting."

"Huh?" Ling Qiuchi asked suspiciously, "What's up?"

Yuan Xing blinked: "That's right, that's it."

"That's right, that's how it is." Yuan Xing said happily and exhaled into the air in a low voice, "Huh-huh-huh like this, pain, pain, pain will fly away."

Ling Qiuchi was suddenly a little speechless, what was all this about, Huhu no longer hurts, why do you need a hospital, what is in this little cabbage's head.

"You, do you want it?" Yuan Xing asked again.

"No." Ling Qiuchi was decisive and waved his hand.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, as if a little disappointed: "Well, well, it's actually quite useful. Before, Mr. Happy's arm hurt, and then I, I huh, he said it didn't hurt."

Ling Qiuchi curled her lips: "Listening to his nonsense, he must be lying to you."

Then he asked again: "Wait, who is Mr. Happy?"

Yuan Xing blinked, and said innocently: "Mr. Happy, that's Mr. Happy."

"I mean names." Ling Qiuchi said, "Do you always call people nicknames?"

Hearing this, Yuan Xing dragged his cheeks: "Wait, wait for me, think about it..."

"You have to think about it." Ling Qiuchi was once again speechless by Yuan Xing.

After all, the name of Mr. Happy is still a bit complicated and difficult to write. Yuan Xing only remembered it once when he borrowed the book last time. He has been calling Mr. Happy for so long, so he couldn't help remembering it at this time.

At that time, knowing Wang Yuyang's name started from the meaning. Yuan Xing's eyes wandered around the room, from the floor to the window, and his eyes were stung by the spring sunshine.

He squinted his eyes, slapped his knees, and said, "Yang, sunshine!"

Ling Qiuchi: "..."

He rubbed his right leg and said helplessly, "Forget it, I don't count on you anymore, it's already 01:30, won't your family come to pick you up?"

Yuan Xing took out his mobile phone and looked at it, just in time to see the message from Wang Yuyang, saying that there were still two traffic lights to arrive, so he said, "I'll be there soon, right away."

As soon as the words were finished, Chen Xing appeared at the door and knocked lightly on the door: "Xiao Qiu, get ready to go up."

Seeing Yuan Xing, she was surprised: "Yuan Xing, you haven't left yet?"

"One, I'll be leaving in a while." Yuan Xing said.

Ling Qiuchi pushed the wheelchair towards the door, Chen Xing pushed him towards the elevator, and Yuan Xing hurriedly followed with his schoolbag on his back.

Ling Qiuchi looked back at Yuan Xing, pursed his lips, and finally said: "Goodbye, you can go home quickly."

Yuan Xing stood on the spot, nodded in a daze: "Again, goodbye, brother."

Chen Xing pushed Ling Qiuchi farther and farther. One side of the corridor on the first floor was the room, and the other side was facing the window.Every few steps, you can walk into the sunshine coming through the window, so you can see the figures of the two people switching from time to time in the shadow of the sun, flickering on and off, very dreamy, as if they want to walk into one.

Yuan Xing's cell phone vibrated a few times in his pocket, it was a call from Wang Yuyang.

The moment Yuan Xing saw the caller ID, Yuan Xing thought of Wang Yuyang's name, and shouted towards the other end of the corridor: "Little brother Xiaoqiu, I, I remembered Mr. Happy's name!"

Ling Qiuchi's voice came from afar: "Tell me next time."

Going out to get in the car, Yuan Xing buckled up his seat belt, sat in the co-pilot in an orderly manner, and waited for Wang Yuyang to drive home.

However, Wang Jinyang did not turn the key for a long time, because he saw a black car parked not far away, which was arranged by Wang Jinan to send Ling Qiuchi directly.

The driver obviously also saw Wang Yuyang's car, sat in the driver's seat and nodded politely, Wang Yuyang also nodded slightly.

Then he immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the driver, telling him not to say anything to Wang Jinan and Ling Qiuchi when he didn't see him today, and kept his mouth shut.

The driver quickly agreed.

Only then did Wang Jinyang turn the key of the car, start the car and turn into the river.

He mainly didn't want Ling Qiuchi to know that Yuan Xing was sent by him. If he found out, something would happen again.

He personally thinks so.

Yuan Xing looked at the mud spots left by Chunyu on the car window a few days ago, and it took him a while to say: "I, I saw you today, brother Xiaoqiu."

Wang Yuyang clenched the steering wheel, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible: "Really? Did Xiao Yuan have a chance to talk to him?"

Yuan Xing nodded slightly: "I said, I said it, I said a lot."

Wang Yuyang actually wanted Yuan Xing to ask what happened to Ling Qiuchi yesterday, but he couldn't say anything yesterday and this morning. At this moment, Yuan Xing took the initiative to speak, and he hurriedly asked, "What did you say?"

Yuan Xing shook his head, seeming a little regretful: "Xiaoqiu, little brother Xiaoqiu, it's not very good."

Because he asked Ling Qiuchi a question today, but the other party didn't answer, so he took advantage of the red light at this time and whispered to Wang Yuyang what he heard from Chen Xing.

At the end, he added what caused Qiu Chi's leg to hurt today, and blamed himself: "Maybe, maybe it's my fault, if I didn't, if I didn't scare Xiaoqiu's brother, he, his leg might not hurt today .I, I want to give him a shout, my brother said, I am used to it.”

After the words were finished, the time for the red light passed, Yuan Xing shut up and did not disturb Wang Yuyang's driving.

Before the car in front turned the corner, Wang Yuyang held the steering wheel and slowly followed the car in front, with extremely complicated emotions.

People have feelings, and compassion is always the purest one. He is not a stone, nor has a heart of stone. After hearing these, he will naturally be emotionally touched.

But it was very complicated, and it was mixed with the mess that had trapped him for seven or eight years, adding a bit of complexity.

But if you want him to take the initiative to call, the straightforward way makes him feel a little awkward.

It seems that only one side approach can be taken.

Wang Yuyang thought about it all the way, and finally thought of a way after the meal. Let's start with the simplest ones. He still remembered that Ling Qiuchi liked to eat a puff puff with matcha filling, so he went to buy some tonight. Tomorrow, let Yuan Xing take it along with his own words, and don't say who bought it, it can be regarded as a kind of care for him.

So he called Yuan Xing who was about to take a nap, and told him what he thought.

Yuan Xing asked with some doubts: "Mr. Kaixin, why don't you go directly by yourself? Also, don't let me say, Xiao Qiu, Xiao Qiu is the younger brother."

"Be obedient." Wang Yuyang patted his head, "You will understand later."

"Oh." Yuan Xing nodded dubiously.

The puffs are on the first floor of the shopping mall where Yuan Xing works, but Yuan Xing doesn't go to work today, so Wang Yuyang plans to go there after get off work and buy some.

"Is there anything Xiao Yuanxing wants to eat?" Wang Yuyang asked, "There are donuts and cakes over there, or I will take pictures for you when the time comes, and tell me which one you want to eat."

Yuan Xing nodded again and went to take a nap.

After lying down, Yuan Xing's mind was full of Wang Yuyang's words just now, and he still wondered why Mr. Kaixin couldn't go directly to Xiaoqiu's younger brother by himself.

After all, he couldn't think of a reason, so he turned over and got ready to sleep.

After closing his eyes for a while, Yuanxing suddenly thought of something again, threw off the quilt, jumped to the ground, rushed to the table and took the calendar.

Just now, Mr. Happy said "cake", and Yuan Xing suddenly thought of Mr. Happy's cake.

In the past few days, Yuan Xing's mind was full of Ling Qiuchi and Ling Qiuchi's legs, and he had no time to think about other things. He didn't think about it until today.

And it seems that there are only a few days left before Mr. Happy's birthday.

The author has something to say: To be honest, I almost forgot that Pharaoh’s birthday is coming soon!