Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

This answer was so explosive that Meng Xing's brain shut down for a moment. Immediately after restarting, a barely reasonable explanation came to his mind. Wen Rulan was joking with him.

However, he observed Wen Rulan's expression, and there was no sign of joking at all.

"...Are you serious?" Meng Xing couldn't help but confirm.

"Otherwise?" Wen Rulan said lightly: "Why did I force you to expose yourself so early? Your fox tail has not yet been exposed. Didn't you act so early to alert the snake?"

That makes sense. Meng Xing was convinced.

At the same time, he couldn't help but want to touch his face with his hand to see if his face was still the one he was familiar with, but his hand was locked and he failed.

He stepped back and asked, "Is there a mirror? I want to take a look at myself."

See if the system has changed his face. He thinks he is handsome, but he is not handsome enough for Wen Rulan to ignore him.

Although Meng Xing himself is not too fond of Wen Rulan's appearance, his aesthetics are still normal. He feels that she is as beautiful as Wen Rulan. It is completely normal for her to lose her mind.

But he himself... He is just a little handsome, but he is still a little far away from Lan Yan's troubles.

Wen Rulan actually thought the same thing: "Don't read it. I just said that you look good to me. I didn't say that you are as beautiful as a fairy."

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "After all, some people love stinky tofu, right?"

Meng Xing: "..."

He couldn't help but retaliate: "I really didn't expect General Manager Wen to take a fancy to my piece of stinky tofu."

"I didn't expect it either." Wen Rulan echoed with unclear meaning.

After this sentence, the two did not speak again for a while.

Although Meng Xing seemed to accept this reason, he was still a little confused. He felt that this reason was absurd but at the same time it did make some sense.

Wen Rulan was even more confused. He couldn't explain why he made such a decision at that time. In his original plan, although he would not sleep with Feiyan, he should have adopted other methods.

The idea that Meng Xing wanted to sleep did not appear out of thin air. It emerged as early as the first time Wen Rulan met Meng Xing at the Dewen Tea House. At that time, in order to cover up his gaffe, he almost forgot the cup in his hand. The tea is poisonous and I almost drank it.

He didn't believe in love at first sight before, but facts speak louder than words. He did have some indescribable feelings for this man named Meng Xing who he had only met once.

But he can also control these emotions with reason. It is true that he wants to sleep with Meng Xing, but this does not prevent him from doubting the other party's identity and purpose, and secretly investigating the other party.

In his expectation, he would go to bed after confirming that the other party was not in danger at all, or after taking action to destroy the dangerous minions lurking behind the other party.

It's just that this feeling is not only inexplicable, but also more turbulent than the feelings that have accumulated over the years.

It was so intense that when he saw Meng Xing smiling at the waiter who brought him tea, his dark possessiveness and lust swallowed up his reason, causing him to deviate from his original intention and make such an irrational decision.

This triggered a series of accidents that followed, whether it was being kidnapped by Meng Xing or yesterday's incident at the Wilderness Bar, they were all incidents outside of his plan.

Not only did the big fish he had been fishing for so long escape, but the bait he fished for was also killed. Although Wen Rulan, Manager Huang's insidious loser, had long wanted to deal with it, he still couldn't help but be annoyed when someone else took the lead.

Wen Rulan's thoughts gradually got back on track, and the clutter in his heart slowly disappeared. As long as Meng Xing was not involved, his thoughts were always clear. Even if there was an accident, he could find a way to correct it.

However, when he was thinking about the new layout, he was suddenly interrupted by a "Guru" sound.

Meng Xing wanted to rub his belly, but the handcuffs hindered his movement again. He looked at Wen Rulan innocently: "Nowadays, everything is about individual rights. Although I have offended you, it's not like I can't even make a living, right?"

"You took a nutritional injection this morning." Wen Rulan stated expressionlessly.

"How can it be the same?" Meng Xing raised his eyebrows, and immediately started to argue with Wen Rulan: "If nutritional injections can be compared with eating, why do humans need food? One injection in the morning and evening will save trouble. And I am now a Weak wounded, you don’t want to worsen your minor injuries due to malnutrition before I fully explain them, then develop a fever, cause a series of complications, and finally die.”

Meng Xingluo talked in a long way, ranging from the possibility of being hungry to the possibility of death.

Wen Rulan remained expressionless, but he should have been convinced. Meng Xing saw him swipe the phone screen with his fingers a few times. After a while, the bodyguard came in with a bowl of packed porridge.

The bodyguard put the porridge on the folding table that came with the hospital bed, opened the lid with a wink, and left the room.

Meng Xing looked at the steaming bowl of porridge, smelled the unique aroma of cooked rice, and couldn't help but feel greedy. Greedy is greedy, but he doesn't move because...

Meng Xing waved his wrist and gestured: "Send Buddha to the west. Your people are guarding outside anyway, so I won't be able to escape. Why don't you let me eat with you?"

Wen Rulan was not convinced this time. She just leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, as if watching a show: "You don't need to use your hands to eat, just use your mouth."

Meng Xing looked at the porridge bowl placed on the small table, and then at Wen Rulan, whose face was full of joking. He was torn between image and appetite for a moment. He felt that filling his stomach was the most important thing, so he should be more embarrassed.

Although his hands were handcuffed, they were not completely unable to move. Meng Xing stretched his fingers to their longest length and finally reached the edge of the porridge bowl. He struggled to pick up the spoon, but his locked hand could not bring the spoon full of porridge to his mouth. Meng Xing wanted to bend down to get closer to the spoon, but he forgot about the wound on his waist and abdomen and bent down When the sutured muscles were pulled, Meng Xing gasped in pain.

When he recovered from the pain, he saw Wen Rulan reaching out to pick up the porridge bowl and stirring the porridge with a spoon in her other hand.

"Are you going to feed me?" Meng Xing said in disbelief.

"So are you going to eat it or not?" Wen Rulan handed the spoon filled with rice porridge to Meng Xing's mouth.

Meng Xing repeatedly confirmed that the bowl of rice porridge in front of him displayed on the system interface was indeed pure rice porridge and not a bowl of drugged rice porridge, and then hesitantly opened his mouth and took a bite.

The warm rice porridge flowed down the esophagus and into the stomach, soothing his hungry stomach. However, this was not enough. Meng Xing was in a coma for more than a night. He had not eaten for such a long time, and it was precisely the hunger that made his chest stick to his back. When carrying.

But Wen Rulan finished feeding her with one spoon, and did not feed another spoonful immediately. He stirred the porridge bowl with the spoon carelessly, and lightly reminded: "You haven't said your purpose of getting close to me."

Meng Xing thought for a moment, and based on the principle of reciprocity, since Wen Rulan was willing to condescend to feed him porridge in person, it didn't matter to him to tell the truth, so he said calmly: "I'm here to protect you."

Wen Rulan's expression moved slightly, but it was not because she was surprised or touched by this sentence, but because she looked displeased at a liar.

Meng Xing knew that Wen Rulan would not believe it, but whether Wen Rulan believed it or not was another matter. Anyway, Meng Xing's expression was very calm, and he was not afraid of Wen Rulan's appraising gaze at all.

"Reason?" Meng Xing's calmness made Wen Rulan couldn't help but ask.

He didn't believe that anyone would protect himself without any reason.

Meng Xing did not have any reason. He was kidnapped by the system, but it was not convenient to disclose the reason, so he told a little lie: "Have you read that fairy tale? It means that everyone will have someone to protect him. The patron saint will come out to protect him when he is in danger, and I am yours."

This lie is so outrageous that it deserves the label "I lied."

Wen Rulan looked at Meng Xing expressionlessly. He made it clear that he didn't believe her, but he didn't ask any more questions and just continued to feed her without saying a word.

Meng Xing happily enjoyed the treat of being fed. After the initial surprise and hesitation, he had reached the stage of enjoyment with peace of mind.

Wen Rulan's feeding skills were good, the spoon did not hit Meng Xing's teeth, and every spoonful of porridge was specially filled with the top layer to be cooled.

As for his increasingly darker gaze that seemed to be staring at her lips, Meng Xing selectively ignored it. Just watch, he won't miss a piece of meat, after all, Wen Rulan's service is so good.

The atmosphere between the two was so harmonious that it was almost eerie. Except for the pair of handcuffs tied around Meng Xing's wrists, there was no trace of the tense hijacking relationship between the two.

However, this harmonious atmosphere did not last long. Meng Xing had just finished half a bowl when someone knocked on the door outside the ward. After getting Wen Rulan's consent, the tall and strong man who looked like a bear had been following Wen Rulan. The bodyguard captain pushed open the door and entered.

Meng Xing noticed that his always cold and serious face changed slightly when he saw Wen Rulan holding a spoon to feed people. If Meng Xing understood correctly, that expression should be a sign of horror at seeing some incredible sight.

However, if the bodyguard captain can get along with the captain, he is naturally not a free man. He quickly returned to normal by relying on his professionalism.

The bodyguard captain leaned over and whispered something into Wen Rulan's ear. Although the voice was very low, Meng Xing still caught a few keywords, such as "interrogation is over", "there is a position" and so on.

Meng Xing did not take these keywords to heart. He wanted to wait for the bodyguard captain to leave and continue the harmonious and friendly feeding time between himself and Wen Rulan. Unexpectedly, the bodyguard captain did not leave, and Wen Rulan directly put the porridge bowl on the table. On one side, he stood up from his chair, looking like he was about to leave.

"Hey, I haven't finished eating yet." Meng Xing became more and more courageous, and he even couldn't help but complain.

What was received was a chuckle from Wen Rulan. He adjusted the sleeves of his suit and said, "It's a waste to eat too much."

Meng Xing thought to himself that it was a waste if he only ate half full. Then he saw Wen Rulan with a malicious smile on her face and said coolly: "Anyway, you will vomit it out later."

Meng Xing: "..."