Ding, your little fool is online

When Wang Yuyang saw this number, he was taken aback for a moment.

Although he will be thirty soon, his memory has not deteriorated, especially this annoying number that disturbed his sleep can be imprinted in his mind at a glance, and he can't wait to give the person behind this number a combined military style fist.

Even so, the moment he connected the phone, Wang Yuyang returned to his usual politeness: "Hi, hello." At the same time, he left the dining table and walked towards the small yard outside the door.

Ling Qiuchi said loudly behind him: "Brother, hurry up and come back to eat after making the phone call."

I don't know whether Wang Yuyang heard Ling Qiuchi's words, he went straight to the outside of the courtyard, closed the door behind him, and listened quietly to what the other end of the phone said.

This time I didn’t hum a song, but the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have a bad signal. The sound of electric current in the receiver was accompanied by intermittent voices. Wang Yuyang didn’t hear a complete sentence, and he couldn’t even tell whether the other party was a man or a woman. .

In fact, he wanted to hang up the phone, but he heard that the other party seemed to be saying something seriously, and his tone seemed a little anxious, so Wang Yuyang dismissed the idea. Besides, the other party called twice in a row, there might be something really wrong thing.

So he patiently said: "Is the signal not very good on your side? Is it on the subway or indoors, or wait until the station and then call or you go outside, so the signal will be better, don't worry."

Yuan Xing is indeed in the small house he rented at this time, the signal is poor, and his mobile phone number is still 2G.So he hurried outside the house, nervously held his mobile phone and asked, "Now, do you hear clearly now?"

A clear voice came, the voice was clean and pure, as soft as cotton candy, familiar to the ear, as if I had personally tasted a cotton candy at that time.

Wang Yuyang was stunned, and subconsciously blurted out: "Small clerk?"

Now it was Yuan Xiao's turn to be stunned, he couldn't tell that the voice on the other side belonged to the good-looking customer at that time, and he didn't know who the little shop assistant was, so he just said "ah?"

"What kind of shop assistant?" Yuan Xing asked with a silly face.

Wang Jiyang scratched his head in embarrassment, feeling that the words just now were a bit abrupt, and he could not be sure that the other party was the clerk of the hot pot restaurant just by the sound, and there was no such coincidence in the world.

He asked: "Who are you? Call me twice?"

Yuan Xing didn't remember that he had called this guest before, today was the first time in his memory, and he had to struggle many times before dialing out.

Thinking that he had called the other party before, Yuan Xing panicked, and stuttered badly: "I, I, I, before, no, didn't I call you?"

Hearing the signboard's stuttering at the beginning of the sentence, coupled with the familiar voice, Wang Yuyang confirmed the identity of the person on the other side of the phone, but what made him puzzled was, why did the clerk call him?

Wang Jianyang simply helped him save those inconvenient steps, and said straight to the point: "Are you the clerk of Xiaogugu Hot Pot Restaurant? Is your surname Yuan right?"

Yuan Xing thought for a while, sister Yue Yue's shop was indeed called Xiao Gu Gu Hot Pot Restaurant, and her surname was also Yuan, so she quickly replied: "Yes, I am the clerk of Xiao Gu Gu Hot Pot Restaurant, and my name is Yuan..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Yuyang: "So, the clerk of Xiao Gu Gu Hot Pot Restaurant, what do you want from me?"

"Ah." Only then did Yuan Xing realize that his task was not to introduce himself, "I, I'm here to pay you back."

Wang Jianyang obviously didn't remember the 300 yuan he gave out casually at the beginning, and asked doubtfully, "Repay the money? What kind of money?"

Although Wang Yuyang was not in front of him, Yuan Xing hurriedly took out the 300 yuan from his pocket and held it in his hand: "Then, when I delivered food that day, you gave me an extra 300 yuan, I can't take it."

After Jing Yuanxing said this, Wang Yuyang remembered the reward, and at the same time, he also recalled the situation when he saw this little shop assistant in the rain to deliver food. At that time, he was soaked through and his shoes were full of mud.

He thought the kid looked so pitiful, he came out to work when he was young, so he rewarded him with [-] yuan, but he didn't expect that the kid was so full of thoughts about getting the money back, should he be honest or he stupid……

Wang Jianyang was stunned: "Are you a fool? How can you return the money to others?"

Yuan Xing paused, and continued: "...I can't have it."

A gust of wind blew over, it didn't have the knife-like touch of the cold wind in the past, but with a bit of sweetness and gentleness, it instantly blew away the depression that was just pressing on Wang Yuyang's heart and chest.

Wang Jianyang suddenly became playful, and continued to ask: "Then what do you want?"

"I, I, I..."

Yuan Xing responded instinctively, but didn't know what to say. He hesitated a few times, so he returned to the original topic stupidly: "I want... I want to return the 300 yuan to you .”

Wang Jianyang smiled, picked up a dead leaf that fell on the railing, crushed it, let the broken leaf slip from between his fingers, and said: "Take it, buy a pair of shoes, and wear them when it's so cold." Sneakers, go buy a pair of thicker shoes."

Yuan Xing instinctively looked down at the white sneakers on his feet.

The rustling sound reached Wang Jianyang, and he asked with a smile, "You are not looking down at your shoes, are you?"

When Yuan Xing heard this, his face immediately turned red, and he even looked around with his mobile phone in his arms. He suspected that the person on the other side of the phone was watching him nearby. He sniffed and said softly, "I didn't... "

The almost imperceptible sound of inhaling was captured by Wang Yuyang, and he took the initiative to ask, "Is it cold?"

There was a bit of concern in his tone that belonged to strangers that he didn't even notice. Wang Yuyang subconsciously asked this sentence, probably because he thought that the opposite was a child who needed to be cared about.

Yuan Xing changed his hand to hold the phone, put the hand that had been frozen outside for a long time with 300 yuan into his pocket, and said, "It's not particularly cold."

After speaking, he sneezed.

Wang Yuyang said helplessly: "It's not cold yet? Come into the house quickly. You don't have to give me back the money, just treat it as a tip from me for ordering takeaway, and you can buy candy."

Yuan Xing asked stupidly: "What is a tip?"

Having sneezed just now, Yuan Xing's nose was still a little blocked, which made his voice sound suffocating. The original soft voice seemed to be covered with a layer of sugar, and it sounded very cute.

Wang Jianyang was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't know how to explain.

He actually knew the meaning of this noun, but when asked in such a soft voice by the clerk opposite, he couldn't tell what consumption meant.

Wang Yuyang thought for a while, and finally gave up explaining, and came up with the way to coax the child: "Be obedient, take it."

Yuan Xing seemed to want to struggle a bit: "I can't have it."

Wang Yuyang shook his head, and finally came up with the set of words to scare the child: "If you don't take it, I won't order your takeaway, I won't go to your restaurant to eat, and I won't answer your calls in the future."

The child's thinking was really strange, and Yuan Xing was actually honest when he heard this.

He immediately stuffed the 300 yuan into his pocket, as fast as if someone was going to steal his money, and then agreed obediently: "Okay, okay, then why don't you come..."

Hearing the voice, Wang Jianyang could imagine Yuan Xing's appearance, his small face must be full of nervousness, his eyes were wide open, and the tear mole seemed to be filled with fear, like a puppy abandoned by the side of the road.

He has a strong brain, and always feels that he can touch the poor puppy's head with his hand, and after helping him block the violent wind and rain above his head, he may be able to exchange for the entire palm of his fur.

So Wang Yuyang's tone unconsciously carried a hint of promise and solemnity: "I will go, definitely."

Suddenly there was a voice behind him, Wang Yuyang looked back instinctively, and found that Ling Qiuchi had appeared behind the glass door at some point, looking at him.

The dead branches and leaves outside the window and the gloomy sky were reflected on the smooth glass, and then overlapped on Ling Qiuchi's face, making his young face more alive.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyang suddenly had a feeling of revenge in his heart. He just looked at his brother who had no blood relationship with him, put on that playful smile, and said to Yuan Xing, "Call me often, little guy."

The tone is full of seductiveness.

Yuan Xing on the other end of the phone blushed and stammered: "I'm bothering you..."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yuyang glanced at the call time, and "25:14" was displayed on the screen.

Seeing these numbers, Wang Yuyang suddenly felt a little dry and hot in his chest. He was obviously just making a phone call normally, why did he always feel like he was playing phonelove? ? ?

Sure enough, it's still old...

Then he turned off the screen, put the phone in his pocket with a slightly frozen body, opened the glass door, and asked Ling Qiuchi expressionlessly: "When did you come here?"

Ling Qiuchi grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand and said with a smile, "Dad asked me to call you for dinner."

"Then go back." Wang Yuyang said, pushing Ling Qiuchi's wheelchair towards the restaurant, "Eat."

There is still a distance from the restaurant, and the people in the restaurant will not hear what you say here. Ling Qiuchi thought for a while, but couldn't help asking sourly: "Brother, who were you talking on the phone just now? So happy."

"Friend." Wang Jianyang said lightly.

Ling Qiuchi chased after him: "Male or female?"

Wang Jianyang said without hesitation, "Female."

Only then did Ling Qiuchi heave a sigh of relief, as if he had gotten a satisfactory answer, he happily talked about the things he wanted to go out to play: "Brother, if I am in the top ten of my grade in this exam, during the winter vacation you Can you take me to the beach for vacation? Just you and me? I don’t want the new phone I mentioned earlier.”

Wang Yuyang didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked, "Are you... a freshman this year?"

"I'm in my third year of high school! Brother, why don't you remember?" Ling Qiuchi said coquettishly.

Although basically responsive to requests, Wang Yuyang actually didn't care much about his brother's affairs, and only vaguely remembered that he was 20 years old.People of the same age have already entered college for a year or two, and the reason why Ling Qiuchi is still in high school at the age of 20 is because of a car accident that year, which caused him to miss a year of school.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyang only gave a soft "hmm" and didn't answer Ling Qiuchi's question.

"Brother, brother, brother." Ling Qiuchi, who didn't get an answer, swayed on the wheelchair, "Is it okay?"

Looking at Ling Qiuchi's whirling hair, Wang Qianyang frowned slightly.

"Who have you been on the phone for so long? Why don't you come over for dinner?" Wang Jinan shouted in the restaurant, successfully giving Wang Yuyang a step to not answer Ling Qiuchi's question.

"coming."

After the two were seated, today's lunch officially began.

However, Wang Yiyang's mind is not on today's lunch, especially today's lunch is hot pot, his mind is even less on this, and he doesn't want to move his chopsticks. Where is the Cantonese cook?

He always felt that something was weird, just now the little clerk wanted to pay back his money, but he asked himself, who would take out the money already in his pocket now?Besides, the money is legitimate income from legitimate channels.

The few times before, he felt that the little shop assistant's words and deeds did not look like a 21-year-old adult, and this time...it was too weird.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyang couldn't help but point his finger on the table.

This small gesture was captured by Wang Jinan, and he asked in a deep voice, "I heard that you recently worked in the company of that brat from the Wu family?"

Only then did Wang Jianyang pick up the chopsticks symbolically: "Yes."

"Nonsense!" Wang Jinan's face immediately changed, "I will support you to study and grow up, and you will not take over the overseas business of your family, so you just play with that little boy?"

Wang Jianyang said seriously: "I haven't taken a penny from you since I was 17 years old."

Wang Jinan got stuck and changed the subject decisively: "Did you arrange a time for what I told you last time? Your Uncle Zhou and I invested in a project recently, and you took this opportunity to meet your Uncle Zhou's family." Daughter, she is an alumnus of yours and has also studied abroad."

As soon as these words came out, it was Ling Qiuchi who reacted faster than Wang Yuyang. His chopsticks fell directly on the ground, and the nanny hurriedly stepped forward to replace him with a new pair: "Young master's chopsticks fell off."

"Don't worry about it!" Ling Qiuchi hit the nanny's hand angrily, and the chopsticks fell off.

Wang Jianyang glanced at him, put the new chopsticks on his plate, then put them on his own chopsticks, looked Wang Jinan in the eyes: "Dad, I'm already 29, you really don't know why I don't go on a blind date ?"

There were swords on the dining table here, and Yuan Xing over there hung up the phone and was still standing in the corridor filled with cold wind.

He maintained the same movements just now, holding the phone in one hand, and carrying the 300 yuan in his pocket with the other, motionless, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

The cold wind passed through the hall, and Yuan Xing had a quick shot, and then he realized that he quickly opened the door and entered the room, sat on the sofa and covered himself with a small blanket, and then buried his face in the blanket.

"Call me often, little guy."

Thinking of the last sentence, Yuan Xing blinked, and silently buried his face a little deeper, as if he didn't want others to see the corner of his mouth that couldn't stop grinning back.

"What a strange person..." Yuan Xing thought.

"But I'm so happy." Yuan Xing thought again.

It's been a long, long time since he talked so much with others.

The author has something to say: Yuan Yuan is happy~