Ding, your little fool is online

"what?"

After seeing Ling Qiuchi and Ling Han outside the door, Yuan Xing was really puzzled, but after thinking about it, this is Mr. Kaixin's brother and mother, so he didn't find it strange.

Thinking of this, Motoko stretched out his hand to open the door.

There is only one anti-theft door in the house, as long as you turn the lock, Yuan Xing can see Ling Qiuchi and Ling Han outside the door.

In the same way, Ling Qiuchi can also see Yuan Xing who is in Wang Jinyang's house, and the fact that Wang Jinyang has been taking care of Yuan Xing will also be exposed.

At the critical moment, the cell phone in Yuan Xing's pocket vibrated wildly a few times.

Yuan Xing, who was distracted, pressed the door lock with one hand, and took out his mobile phone with the other hand to check the news.

Happy Mr. Little Xingxing: Yuan Xing, if Xiaoqiu and his mother come later, don’t open the door for them, no matter what happens, don’t open the door, be obedient, I’ll be home soon

I sent this sentence several times in a row, and I could feel the urgency of the other party just by looking at the densely packed words on the screen.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, not knowing why Wang Yuyang refused to let him open the door for Xiaoqiu's younger brother, but obediently put down his hand already on the door lock.

He couldn't help typing to ask Wang Yuyang why, but he didn't receive an answer, so he just stood behind the door with his mobile phone in his arms, carefully lying on the door, and looked at Ling Qiuchi and Ling Han outside the door through the cat's eyes.

Brother Xiaoqiu, why doesn't he look very happy...

Outside the door, Ling Han answered the phone.

"Hey Qianyang, Qiuchi and I are at your door." Ling Han said, "I think I won't see you again after the year, so I'll pass Ali."

Ling Qiuchi, who was originally listless, also looked at Ling Han who was on the phone, with hope in his eyes.

The call was from Wang Yuyang. He received a message from Wu Xiaomao on his way to the high-speed railway station, saying that he was passing by Wang Yuyang's family compound, and happened to see Ling Han driving Ling Qiuchi into the gate of the courtyard.

Yuan Xing stayed at home alone, if Ling Qiuchi saw it...

Wang Yuyang gritted his teeth.After Yuan Xing told himself what happened after Ling Qiuchi, Wang Yuyang realized that he actually didn't know much about this child, it can be said to be very little.

If you don't understand his suffering, don't understand his resentment, don't understand his suffering, don't even know what he wants, you will be wrong.

Because after the mother remarried to the perpetrator, most of the relatives in the family lost contact with Ling Han, Ling Qiuchi, mother and son.Parents regard Ling Qiuchi as a disabled person, and only one elder brother will give him sincere kindness.

Ling Qiuchi is exactly the same as Yuan Xing, afraid that if he eats too much candy, he will run out.But his sugar was gone, and no one told him how to properly absorb kindness, which made him deform step by step.

Wang Jianyang thought about this a lot, but this was not the reason why he was worried that Ling Qiuchi would hurt Yuan Xing if he found out that he had been taking care of Yuan Xing.

This matter will be revealed sooner or later, it is impossible for Wang Yuyang to hide Yuan Xing at home all the time.

It's just that, for the time being, he doesn't want Yuan Xing to face it alone. This matter has to be resolved by him. Besides, Wang Yuyang doesn't want Yuan Xing to be involved in his poor family situation. It's okay to take him to see his grandparents. .

The silly kindness and innocence of the little fool are the most precious things, and they must be put in a glass jar, together with the stars and clouds, to be preserved properly.

"Yuyang?" There was no sound from the other end of the phone, so Linghan couldn't help calling him.

"I'm listening, Auntie." Wang Yuyang pinched his brows, "I heard from Wu Xiaomao that you and Qiuchi came to my house, but there is no one at home. I'm away on a business trip these days and I'm not at home. I'm afraid that you will go away for nothing. I hurriedly called, but I didn't expect that you were already outside the door, so I went back in the afternoon, and I will go back tomorrow."

"Okay, okay." Ling Han nodded again and again, "Then take Qiuchi back first, tomorrow is your birthday in the Gregorian calendar, right? I remember, tell me what you want to eat, and I will tell the nanny to do it."

Wang Jianyang didn't answer the question, just said: "Auntie Ling, please ask Qiu Chi to answer the phone."

Ling Han handed the phone to Ling Qiuchi: "Qiuchi, your brother has something to tell you."

Ling Qiuchi obviously hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, seemed to struggle in his heart before reaching out to answer the phone.

"Hey, brother." Ling Qiuchi said softly, his upper and lower lips trembling slightly.

Hearing his trembling voice, Wang Yuyang sighed in his heart and said: "You are obedient and wait for me to go back at home. I will help you solve the school affairs. The college entrance examination is coming soon. I still want to wish you Live the life you want."

Then Wang Jianyang said something to him, and only Ling Qiuchi knew what he said, and Ling Han who was standing beside him didn't hear a word.

The only thing that could be seen was that Ling Qiuchi pursed his lips firmly, without saying a word, there were a few drops of water stains on the coat, and a dark color was fainted on the clothes.

After Ling Han and Ling Qiuchi left, Yuan Xing sat on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand, and Wang Yuyang still had doubts in his head that he would not let him open the door for Ling Qiuchi.

When it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Yuyang came back. He rang the doorbell and knocked lightly on the door, calling Yuan Xing: "Little Yuan Xing, open the door."

As soon as the voice sounded, Yuan Xing put down the book in his hand and the troubles in his head, ran to the back of the door, and opened the door.

The light-colored windbreaker Wang Yuyang was wearing when he was walking, the hem was full of dust, and inside was a well-tailored suit and white shirt, accompanied by glasses on the bridge of the nose, full of elegance.

Seeing the door open, he smiled at Yuan Xing: "I'm back, Xiao Yuan Xing."

"Go, Mr. Happy." Yuan Xing still supported the door frame with one hand, opened his eyes wide, "You, you are back."

"What's the matter?" Wang Yuyang dragged the box into the door while talking, "It's windy outside, go in and talk."

In addition to the luggage, he also brought back a famous local souvenir, two of the same, one for Yuan Xing and the other for Ling Qiuchi.

"Mr. Happy, I'll drag your slippers for you." Yuan Xing squatted on the ground, found Wang Jianyang's slippers, and put them at his feet.

"You're so good." Wang Jianyang touched Yuan Xing's head and put on his slippers.

Then he first put the box containing the gift on the dining room table, then put the suitcase into the bedroom, opened it on the spot, took out the dirty clothes inside, took it into the bathroom and stuffed it into the washing machine, and then walked back to the living room , hanging the windbreaker and slippers on the hanger at the entrance.

Whether he was going to the dining room or returning to the living room, Yuan Xing took small steps, pattering behind him like brown sugar, and never left him, as if he hadn't seen him for a long, long time.

Among them, on the way to the bathroom with dirty clothes, Wang Yuyang suddenly found that he had left one behind, and stopped walking to turn around to get the clothes.Because Yuan Xing didn't stop the brake in time, he bumped into Wang Yuyang's back in one fell swoop, and he still keeps rubbing his nose.

"What are you doing all this time behind me, Xiao Yuanxing? Come and see if your nose hurts." Wang Yuyang pinched his chin, turning left and right, "It should be fine, stop rubbing, the more you rub, the more red it will be, here you go Blow."

With a funny and cute red nose, Yuan Xing smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Wang Jianyang let go of the hand that was pinching his chin, and asked, "Why are you so happy, smirking?"

Yuan Xing grabbed his hand, shook it lightly, and whispered, "Because, because Mr. Happy is back."

For the past few days, he has been looking forward to Wang Jianyang's return, and he is about to become a "Mr. Shi Wangxin".

"You miss me so much." Wang Jianyang reached out and pinched his face.

Yuan Xing bit his lower lip, nodded, and said in a soft voice, "I really, really want to."

It is as soft as a white flower, and the soft white glutinous rice balls are dancing on your heart, every time it is soft to the touch.The glutinous rice dumpling jumped up and down, and two small dimples appeared.

Wang Yuyang bent his eyes and deliberately teased him: "Missing me, then why didn't Xiao Yuanxing let me know that you missed me, and bringing me slippers doesn't count."

Add another sentence: "It doesn't count if you secretly sleep in my room."

Yuan Xing's fair face flushed when he heard this, and he faltered when he spoke: "Yes, yes, yes."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Xing fell forward, stretched his hands to hug Wang Yuyang's waist, buried his head in front of his chest and rubbed it, the top of his fluffy hair skipped Wang Yuyang's chin, and threw himself firmly into his arms .

"Special, special thought."

Wang Jianyang was taken aback for a moment, and then stretched out his hands to embrace his little Xingxing, resting his chin on the top of Yuanxing's head, enjoying the hug with his eyes closed.

"I also miss my little Yuanxing."

Wang Yuyang has been on a business trip for nearly a week, and can only contact Yuan Xing by phone and video every day. He can hear and see, but he just can't touch it.One day, because he returned to the hotel too late, he didn't dare to dial the video because he was afraid that Yuan Xing had already fallen asleep. That night, he dreamed of Little Xing Xing.

But despite the hard work, he successfully completed the task. Not only did he successfully help Zhao Mianfu win the business, but he also persuaded his old classmate's wife to go to Zhao Mianfu's rehabilitation center after the next year.

In short, Little Star seems to be getting closer.

After being tender, Yuan Xing raised his head from Wang Yuyang's chest, his face was flushed, really cute.

He kept rubbing his face, and Wang Yuyang also smiled and lowered his eyes, and pinched his cheek by surprise: "Okay, I know Yuanxing misses me very much, did you buy the puffs I told you to buy before?" ?”

"Ah." Yuan Xing didn't forget it, but he didn't buy it either, because Ling Qiuchi had never been to the rehabilitation center, so even if he bought it, he couldn't give it away.

But Wang Jianyang's words reminded him of what happened at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Wang Jianyang refused to let him open the door for Ling Han and Ling Qiuchi.

This question puzzled him all afternoon. At this moment, he finally thought of it, and hurriedly asked: "Mr. Happy, you, why don't you let me open the door for your mother and brother Xiaoqiu?"

Wang Yuyang, who was still smiling just now, stopped his smile and sat on the sofa, not knowing how to answer Yuan Xing's question.

To be precise, he didn't know, and he didn't know which method to use and which words to use.

After thinking about it, Wang Yuyang sat on the sofa, patted the place beside him, and signaled Yuan Xing to sit down.

After the two stood side by side, Wang Yuyang let out a long breath and said, "Yuan Xing, Auntie Ling is not my mother."

Yuan Xing obviously couldn't understand this sentence: "But, but, brother Xiaoqiu's mother, Mr. Happy, is Xiaoqiu's brother."

Wang Jianyang smiled slightly and said: "She is not my biological mother, my mother passed away a long time ago."

"Ah..." Yuan Xing was taken aback, and hurriedly apologized, "Yes, I'm sorry Mr. Happy."

"What are you apologizing for, Yuan Xing?" Wang Qianyang asked.

Yuan Xing blinked and felt his nose a little sour: "Because, because I made Mr. Happy, sad. You, Mr. Happy, don't be too sad."

When he learned of his grandma's death, Yuan Xing would feel uncomfortable whenever he thought of grandma. If someone mentioned grandma to him in front of him, Yuan Xing would probably cry on the spot.

"I'm not sad now." Wang Jianyang patted his head, "This way she won't be offended, it might be a good thing."

"But, but..." Yuan Xing already sniffed.

When it comes to deceased relatives and mothers, he will always feel extremely sad.

"Aren't you comforting me? Why are you crying?" Wang Jianyang scratched his nose, dumbfounded, "Come and wipe your nose."

"Then, then I won't give it to Mr. Happy's mother. Open the door." Yuan Xing said, blowing his nose vigorously. Anyway, he only met Ling Han once. The last time we met was because Ling Han didn't allow Ling Qiuchi to eat fried chicken. , and forced him to go back to school, Yuan Xing felt that she was not good.

Yuan Xing asked: "But Mr. Happy, why don't you let me open the door for brother Xiaoqiu?"

Wang Jianyang smiled a bit distressedly, how could he tell Yuan Xing that he actually had a little dislike for Ling Qiuchi before, and thought that in terms of Ling Qiuchi's nature, he knew that after taking care of Yuan Xing, he would hurt Yuan Xing?

After much deliberation, in order to maintain his perfect image in Yuan Xing's heart and prevent Yuan Xing from feeling bad about himself, he thought about it to see if he could fool Yuan Xing.

"Brother Xiaoqiu is here to look for me, if I'm not at home, who will he look for?"

"Look, look for me."

Fail to fool.

Yuan Xing patted himself on the chest: "I, brother Xiaoqiu and I, are fine."

"Okay, okay, I know you are good." Wang Jianyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Mr. Happy, why don't you let me open the door?"

It seems that it is really not easy to fool.

Wang Jianyang had no choice but to say: "Yuan Xing, did you feel unhappy the day I asked you to buy puffs for brother Xiaoqiu?"

Yuan Xing nodded hesitantly. At that time, he felt that Mr. Kaixin only knew that Xiaoqiu's younger brother liked to eat stuffed tea and puff pastry. He asked him to buy it and bring it to Xiao Qiude, completely forgetting about himself.

Even though it was bought for Xiaoqiu's younger brother, there was still a strange feeling in his heart, he just felt sour, and wished that Mr. Happy could only see himself.

Yuan Xing didn't know that this was jealousy.

"So it's the same." Wang Yuyang said, "Brother Xiaoqiu will not be very happy if he sees you living with me."

"If little brother Xiaoqiu is unhappy, his health will get worse, and then his mood will get worse and worse, and he will always sit in a wheelchair and be unhappy." He began to flicker again.

Mentioning that Ling Qiuchi's situation might get worse, Yuan Xing actually believed it, and nodded very seriously: "I, I understand, for the sake of brother Xiaoqiu's health! I, I won't let him know, know , protect, protect the secret."

Every word he said was decisive, and his expression was determined. Those who didn't know thought he was running an underground station.

Wang Jianyang smiled: "I know that I must let him know, but I will talk about this later. I will definitely let Xiao Qiu's brother be healthy and live the life he wants to live."

After he finished speaking, Yuan Xing had no doubts. Wang Yuyang went to deal with the things and dirty laundry he had brought back, while Yuan Xing sat on the sofa and read a book.

The air is extremely quiet in the afterglow.

After dinner, it may be that they haven't seen each other for a long time, and the two of them nestled on the sofa and talked for a long time, most of which revolved around how Yuan Xing spent the past few days at home in the rehabilitation center.

While talking, Yuan Xing's eyes flickered all the time, and he touched his stomach from time to time, and when he touched his stomach, he would look a little regretful, so that Wang Yuyang didn't know whether he felt that he was not full or was full.

Unknowingly, time has come to the end of today.

"It's time to go to bed." Wang Yuyang looked at Yuan Xing's hazy eyes, and smiled, "Xiao Yuan Xing, go brush your teeth and wash your face, it's already twelve o'clock, and you have to go to the rehabilitation center tomorrow morning."

Yuan Xing let out a dazed "Oh" at first, and went to the bathroom to squeeze toothpaste on his toothbrush.

The moment the cool mint smell rushed into the nostrils, Yuan Xing woke up instantly.

It's twelve o'clock, Mr. Happy's birthday.

So he ran out with a mouth full of foam, stood in front of the doubtful Wang Yuyang and said, "Birth, birthday!"

The foam in the mouth is sprayed indiscriminately.

Wang Yuyang also understood what he said, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's my birthday, has Xiao Yuanxing prepared a birthday present for me?"

Yuan Xing nodded, spit bubbles and said, "Yes, yes, Mr. Happy, you go out first."

Wang Yuyang thought he was going to prepare, so he got up: "I'm going to the bedroom, and I promise not to peek."

As a result, Yuan Xing ruthlessly pushed him outside the windy door.

Wang Jiyang, who was only wearing a shirt, trembled.

Damn it's still cold.

I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in this little star's gourd. It's so mysterious. Could it be that I want to freeze myself for a cold?

There was only the sound of wind in the corridor, Wang Jianyang shook his shoulders and shook again.

After a while, I heard a sound from inside the door: "Knock, knock."

Wang Qianyang raised his hand suspiciously, and knocked lightly on the door.

After hearing a "click", Motoko opened the door, and the voice-activated lights responded, and at the same time, there was a large jammed paper in Motoko's hand.

I saw it said "Mr. Happy, although I will not have a baby, I still want to be with you until you are a hundred years old, and I am a hundred years old."

The lower right corner reads: "We can raise a kitten, a puppy, as a baby."

It's touchingly cute.

But Wang Yuyang finally understood why Yuan Xing kept touching his stomach while chatting with him.

Who taught my baby badly!

who? ! ! !