Ding, your little fool is online

It was already ten o'clock after Yuan Xing had dinner, and he was not in a good state of mind when he got up early, and he was taken to Wang Yuyang's company for dinner at noon and he didn't rest.

After scratching his hair, Yuan Xing was dazedly planning to take a shower and wash his head before going to bed.

Wang Yuyang taught him how to use the water heater before, and the operation method is similar to the solar energy used by Yuan Xing's family before, except that he needs to set the temperature by himself.

The sound of water splashed for a while, Motoko turned off the shower, and walked out while wiping his hair covered in steam.

The temperature in the living room was lower than that of the bathroom, and Motoko was wearing thin clothes, so he really shivered the moment he went out.

"It's so cold." Yuan Xing said to himself, then went to close the window of the living room, found thick clothes to wrap himself up, and felt a little better.

The hair was still dripping down, dripping onto the coat and the floor, and Motoyuki vaguely remembered that the hair dryer was in the bathroom cabinet.

But he paddled his feet and scratched the cabinet door, looked left and right and didn't find the guy who looked like Peppa Pig, habitually asked: "Go, Mr. Happy, the hair dryer is here, where is it?"

On weekdays, when Yuanxing couldn't find anything, he would yell at home like this, and every time Wang Jianyang would reply from the air where his things were.

But there was no response today, and Yuan Xing was stunned for a while before realizing that his Mr. Happy had gone on a business trip.

Yuan Xing had no choice but to wipe his hair casually with a towel, and comforted himself that there was no hair dryer when he lived alone.

But wet hair is still uncomfortable after all.

Yuan Xing's eyes lit up when the familiar ringtone came from the mobile phone on the sofa.

Mister Happy!

There are not many people who will call him, Zhang Yue is one of them, but Zhang Yue should have no reason to call him at this moment, so only Wang Yuyang is left.

Motoko ran to the living room with his slippers on, and almost slipped by the water on the floor on the way.

When he happily picked up his cell phone, he found that it was Wu Xiaomao calling.

"Hey, why haven't you slept yet?" Wu Xiaomao asked, "I have to get up early tomorrow, Zhao Mian pays a lot of money, I told him not to drink, otherwise how can I drive in a while?"

"You can't scold people and teach children badly."

Yuan Xing grabbed the phone, listened to Wu Xiaomao and Zhao Mianfu's gag in a daze, and silently hung up the phone.

"Oh." Yuan Xing let out a long sigh.

I really want Mr. Happy, just listen to the voice.

After thinking for a while, Yuan Xing called Wang Yuyang, wanting to hear his voice, and told him by the way that he had eaten obediently and was about to go to bed.

But even after making several phone calls, no one answered, Yuan Xing listened to the female voice prompt in the topic, puffed up his cheeks, drooped his eyebrows, and his small face was full of loneliness.He was sitting on the large sofa, and the lamp above his head pulled his shadow out of the appearance of being alone.

Considering that he had to get up early tomorrow to go to the rehabilitation center, Motoko turned off the lights and natural gas at home, and prepared to go to bed.

The study room is diagonally opposite to the bedroom, and from the study room one can see the situation in the bedroom.

There is a dark gray pillow on the double bed, which is very simple, and the matching bedding is also of the same color. The quilt is neatly laid out without any wrinkles, and the thin quilt placed aside looks very soft.

Yuan Xing stood in the middle of the two rooms and looked into the bedroom several times.

The bed where Mr. Happy lay...and the quilt, pillow...

Yuan Xing blinked, pursed his lips tightly, and licked his lower lip inside.

Then he went back to his room.

The room suddenly fell into silence, and the moonlight outside the window passed through the glass window, just shining on the road between the bedroom and the study, reflecting a pool of moonlight like spring water.

With a "snap", a slipper with a puppy doll crushed the moonlight.

Yuan Xing held the little white dog in his arms, with a mobile phone and earphones in his pocket, and ran into Wang Yuyang's bedroom amidst the sound of "Papa Papa" footsteps, threw off his slippers, and fell headlong into the soft bedding.

He buried his face in the pillow, sniffing the residual smell like a puppy.

It's a pity that this puppy has no tail, so you can't see the furry tail wagging wildly.

Yuan Xing tilted his head slightly, revealing half of his face from the pillow, half of his squinted eyes were covered by his forehead hair, and his eyes were slightly crimson.

It seems that everything is the smell of sunshine, warm, and it is also the smell he is familiar with.

It may have something to do with Wang Jinyang's love of cleanliness and frequent changing of pillowcases and quilt covers, or it may be related to Yuan Xing's thoughts. After all, "问昊" means overly warm sunshine.

At this time, the smell in the nasal cavity temporarily relieved Yuan Xing's loneliness since returning home, and temporarily satisfied him.

Yuan Xing grabbed the quilt under his body, thinking that otherwise he would spend the night in Mr. Happy's bedroom. Anyway, Mr. Happy would come back soon, and he folded the quilt and put the pillow back in place when he got up in the morning.

Only, if you only lie down for one night, Mr. Happy probably won't, won't find out.

Thinking in this way, Yuan Xing pulled the thin quilt over his body, smelling the sunshine, he tossed a few times to find a comfortable position.

He was lying on his side, facing the window beside him, looking at the debris of the stars and moon thrown down by the night, surrounded by the smell of sunlight.Day and night go hand in hand, and there is always something magical about the first day Mr. Happy leaves.

It's as wonderful as a feeling of attachment.

Yuan Xing curled up on the bed, covering half of his face with a thin quilt, smelling the smell left by Wang Yuyang, and gradually fell asleep.

The mobile phone next to the pillow rang in time, driving Motoko's sleepy bug away.

It's not a phone call or a text message, it's a video request from "Mr. Happy Little Star".

This is the shameless remark that Wang Yuyang made when he helped Yuan Xing register a social account and taught him how to dial the video.

All of a sudden, all the stardust in the night sky entered Yuan Xing's eyes.

As soon as he put on the headset, he connected to the video.

"Go, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing exclaimed.

"Xiao Yuanxing hasn't slept yet?" Wang Yuyang's voice was noisy, and there were people walking up and down behind him. He glanced back, "Wait a minute, I'll find a quiet place."

"En!" Yuan Xing agreed, and looked at Wang Yuyang on the screen with satisfaction.

Mr. Happy's hair was slightly disheveled, and his forehead hung down, covering a lot of eyes, but the smell of alcohol overflowed from those peach blossom eyes, making the person on the other side of the screen drunk.He only wore a white shirt, a tie loosely tied around his neck, and two buttons were undone, exposing his stiff collarbone.

Hormone insulator Motoyuki was unmoved by masculinity, he stared intently at the screen that was shaking up and down, and kept babbling: "Mr. Happy, I, I ate fried rice with shrimp and chicken drumsticks tonight." , pudding, delicious."

"And me, I took a shower and washed my hair, but I couldn't find a hair dryer. My hair hasn't dried yet."

"Then I'll pay it back, I'll pay it back..."

His voice was full of joy and love that couldn't be concealed.

As soon as Wang Yuyang walked into his room from the hotel gate, Yuan Xing wished to tell him all the things he had done in the afternoon, as big as what he ate, and as small as seeing the flowers in the flower bed downstairs when he came home today. The flowers are blooming, and everything is a manifestation of liking.

"Don't worry, Yuan Xing, don't worry." Wang Yuyang turned on the light in the room and sat on the bed, "Talk slowly, I'm right here, I won't run away."

"After eating shrimp fried rice and chicken legs, haven't you tried the pork rib soup I made for you? You should drink the soup quickly, and you won't be able to drink it after two days." Wang Yuyang loosened the tie with two fingers, pulled it off and put it on the bed Head, fell headlong on the bed under the influence of alcohol.

He is lying on his side on the bed, and Yuan Xing in the picture seems to be lying on his side as well. The two face each other across the screen, it looks like they are in the same bed, and they can hold people in their arms as long as they reach out

Yuan Xing was still swimming in fried rice with shrimps and pork ribs soup, the lights in the room were dim, his face could not be seen clearly, it was blurry, only a pair of sharp eyes.

Wang Yiyang slightly bent his eyes, looked at the screen carefully, and couldn't help interrupting him: "Yuan Xing, turn on the light, I can't see you anymore."

"Ah?" Yuan Xing hesitated a little, "Yes, do you want to turn on the light?"

"Open it." Wang Jianyang didn't allow it to be said, "I can't see you anymore."

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing hesitated and refused to move his position. You must know that he sneaked into Wang Yuyang's bed today. If he was found...

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I, I don't want to open it."

Wang Yuyang was taken aback for a moment, squinted his eyes, looked closely at the screen, and then discovered the clue.

In the evening, he was given a lot of wine by people from the company of his old classmate. There were many people on the other side and he was the only one. He was caught drinking at the whole dinner table. As usual.

His tone was not as gentle and steady as before, full of banter.

He teased and said: "Don't want to turn on the light? That's fine, then Xiao Yuanxing just act coquettishly for me, and I won't let you turn it on if you are coquettishly."

Yuan Xing blinked, and after a few seconds of looking at Wang Yuyang's peach blossom eyes, he suddenly looked away.

He suddenly felt that his face was a little hot, and he was a little embarrassed.I have never seen such a happy Mr., and I have never been so embarrassed by Mr. Happy.

But this feeling is not annoying, and there is even a little bit of liking.

"I, I can't." Yuan Xing's eyes were evasive, he looked left and right, but he didn't dare to look at Wang Yuyang.

Wang Yuyang looked at the gray pillow under Yuanxing's face on the screen, and smiled softly.The voice was low and mellow, with magnetism and the smell of alcohol, which made Yuan Xing's heart tremble on the other side of the screen.

"Let me guess." Wang Yuyang changed his posture, smiled at the screen and said, "Xiao Yuanxing, are you on my bed now? What? Miss me?"

I saw that the screen that was still on just now went dark, but it was still displayed in the video.

Yuan Xing put the phone upside down on the bed, covered his face, and made a tangled and distressed sound.

Wang Yuyang rubbed his forehead, and continued to say softly, "Yuan Xing, turn on the light."

Yuan Xing covered his face, didn't speak, and didn't lift the phone away.

Seeing that Yuan Xing didn't speak or show himself, Wang Qianyang pretended to stand up and deliberately teased him: "Since Yuan Xing doesn't want to talk to me, then I'll hang up."

Yuan Xing on the other end picked up the phone again, pointed it at himself, and begged in a low voice: "Don't, don't hang up, I'll go, I'll turn on the light."

There was a rustling sound, and another "pop", the light was turned on in the room, and the blush on Yuan Xing's face was clearly visible.

Wang Jianyang couldn't help stretching out his fingers and rubbed the screen a few times, as if he wanted to touch Yuan Xing's face, he asked, "Why is Xiao Yuan Xing's face so red?"

Hearing this, Yuan Xing hurriedly reached out and wiped his face: "It's too hot."

"Hot?" Wang Yuyang scratched his hair, and felt a little hot after the alcohol was on his head, and his skin was scorching hot, "I'm a little hot too."

After speaking, he tugged at the neckline, unscrupulously going down, unbuttoning the shirt one by one, exposing most of the honey-colored chest and abdominal muscles, against the background of the snow-white shirt and intoxicating peach blossom eyes, it looks like Very sexy.

Yuan Hormone Insulator Xing, did not expect that Mr. Happy, who was always gentle and gentle like a gentleman, would have such a contrasting rascal side after drunk, and immediately froze in place, not daring to blink.

When she regained her senses, she couldn't hide the crimson color on her face.

Wang Yuyang looked at Yuan Xing, who was blushing, dull-eyed, and smoking from the top of his head, then looked down at his abdominal muscles, and asked maliciously, "Does Xiao Yuan Xing like it?"

Yuan Xing lowered his head, his eyes were evasive, he glanced at the phone secretly, then moved his eyes back secretly, his small mouth was pursed and then pursed again, Ke Ai was extremely.

After a while, I nodded slightly and said softly, "Hi, I like it."

"Like it? Then..." Wang Yuyang was amused at once, leaned closer and winked at him, and continued to tease him, "Do you want to watch something else?"

Saying this, Wang Yuyang accidentally pressed the flip camera icon on the screen, and the camera was aimed at the blood-filled place under him, and he propped up bulgingly.

"Ah!" Yuan Xing seemed to be stimulated by something, exclaimed, and immediately cut off the video.

Wang Yuyang looked at the call time displayed on the screen, and laughed directly in the hotel room.

He swore he didn't do it on purpose, he said that just to tease Yuan Xing, to see his funny and cute reaction, but he didn't expect to be amusing him in an accident, and he just scared people away.

Why is my little Yuanxing so cute?

After his turbulent energy and blood subsided a little, Wang Yuyang put on his clothes, got up and washed his face, took a few deep breaths, and then dialed the video.

This time he waited a long time for Yuan Xing.

"Hello." Yuan Xing's voice was soft, the blush on his face hadn't subsided yet, and it was obvious that he had returned to the study from the background behind him.

"Why did you run back again?" Wang Jianyang asked, "Don't you want to live in my room?"

"Mr. Happy's room." Yuan Xing lied, "It's hot, it's too hot."

"Oh." Wang Jianyang believed his nonsense for the time being, "Is it better now?"

Yuan Xing rubbed his still hot face, trying to cool down: "Okay, it's much better."

Seeing the soft flesh on his face constantly deforming with the rubbing movements, Wang Qianyang couldn't help clicking his tongue, thinking that he would rub his fat piglet when he went back.

After the question and answer was over, Wang Yuyang stopped talking, looked at Yuan Xing quietly with lowered eyebrows, and smiled slightly.

Yuan Xing didn't speak either. He was rubbing his face just now and found that Wang Yuyang on the other side of the screen was staring at him intently, so he took his hand down embarrassedly and dodged his eyes. Finally, when there was nowhere to hide, he raised his head and met Wang Yuyang's gaze. Showing his teeth, he smiled with a pear dimple.

A smile entered Wang Jianyang's heart.

Immediately, he thought of booking the next flight ticket, flying home immediately, hugging his cute little star, rubbing it, and kissing him.

After a while, Wang Yuyang suddenly called out to Yuan Xing.

"Xiao Yuanxing."

"Ok?"

Yuan Xing raised his head and blinked at the phone.

Wang Qianyang looked at the crimson color gradually fading on his face, and asked softly, "Does Xiao Yuanxing miss me?"

I saw Yuan Xing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and kept repeating: "I think, I think."

"How much do you want?" Wang Jianyang chased after him.

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing thought about it seriously, "I really want to, especially, I really want to, there are..."

He said, slowly put down the phone, and while recalling the programs he had watched on TV before, he stretched out his hands, awkwardly and cutely put the index fingers and thumbs of both hands together, and then The rest of the fingers also pressed against each other, bent slightly, and put together a shape of a heart.

Then moved this love heart to the side of his face, and whispered: "Yes, I thought so."