The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World

  Wen Fucheng turned down the evening entertainment and came here specially to pick up the person.

   When I got into the car, I just felt tired.

  Close your eyes and listen to him asking what you want for dinner, but haven't spoken yet. The shoes on the feet have been taken off, and the next second they are already on a pair of legs.

  A phone call interrupted the brief tenderness between the two.

   While listening to what the subordinate said in the bluetooth headset, the man didn't have his hands idle, rubbing his sore legs for Ying Jing.

  Wait for him to take off the earphones.

  The person in the seat is already asleep.

  The little assistant in front was about to continue telling Ying Jing about his recent itinerary when he was interrupted by a cold voice.

   "Keep your voice down, she's asleep." That sentence, she's asleep, is really gentle. "Send her itinerary to my phone."

  The assistant dare not listen.

  Arrived downstairs, Ying Jing was covered with a coat. The man in expensive clothes got out of the car and walked around to the other side, and the assistant opened the door. He leaned over and picked up his little woman.

  The assistant took the appropriate bag and trotted along behind.

  Mr. Wen really likes the occasion, but when he is not busy, everything is done by others, and he does it himself.

  The occasion was really tiring, and I was hugged all the way without being jolted awake.

   Probably also being hugged strongly, feeling full of security.

  There is only one wall lamp on in the bedroom.

  The person on the bed closed his eyes and touched the time for a long time, so he opened his eyes helplessly. Instead of being stimulated by the light, I can see the surrounding environment clearly.

  Get up, put on your shoes, open the door and walk out.

  The living room had a light on, and Wen Fucheng was answering the phone with his back to her. On the table were a few meals that had already cooled down and a notebook for work beside him.

  She stood in front of the computer, looking at the dense text on it.

   Well, no business mind.

can't read.

  But her next drama seems to be an urban business war drama, in which she plays a female president. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with this aspect, there is a ready-made one at home.

   Yingjing seems to have found an excellent teacher to teach her to play.

   Unaware that the tenderness behind her was approaching, she was wrapped in her arms, with a hot body on her back.

  Wearing a white shirt and tie crookedly lying at the foot of the table. Suit trousers wrap around strong and powerful legs.

  His hand squeezed Yingjing's smiling face, and he typed a few keys on the notebook casually.

   Save the file and exit.

   "Can you see clearly?"

   Shaking his head in response to the situation.

   "It's okay if you don't understand, all the money I earn is yours."

   Turned around to look at him in response. "You're mine too."

   "Yeah." He lowered his head and was able to kiss her lips, rubbing against her ears. In fact, he'd wanted to do it from the moment he got her. His face was flushed after being kissed, and Ying Jing pushed his shoulder with his little hand. Both were panting and emotional.

   "I'm hungry, let's eat first." Ying Jing slipped away from his arms. "You get busy with work first, and let me handle the hot dishes."

  The sound of the microwave oven ticking came, and he leaned against the stove in a daze.

"I haven't acted as a female president yet, will it be very enjoyable? Like you, like your brother, you can plan strategies in the mall, and wherever you go, there will be a group of people behind you. When you sit at the conference table, all the subordinates are afraid to speak people."

   That’s exactly the way it is described.

  From her mouth, it always feels like the boss of the underworld is going to fight.

   "How about I go to your company for an internship to find a sense of drama."

   Yingjing even thought about what to do next, but received the script that night, and was discouraged after just one glance.

   "What! You went bankrupt at the beginning? You were cheated out of tens of millions by a scumbag. Not to mention a huge debt, even the true love you thought you met later was just using the heroine as a springboard?"

  Wen Fucheng could still hear her complaining after taking a shower.

   "Where is this domineering female president, who doesn't even have little fresh meat to warm the bed?"

  The little fresh meat of the warming bed?

   "Like little fresh meat?" A cold voice came from behind, and Ying Jing was taken aback. "Ahem, when did you finish washing! Don't make a sound."

   "When you were talking about warming the bed, you still wanted to hug left and right in the play?"

   Yingjing knelt on the bed and raised his hands in surrender. "Just kidding, husband, don't take it seriously."

  Wen Fucheng glanced sideways at her, and put down the towel in his hand to wipe his hair.

  Walking to the side of the bed, he pulled Ying Jing's foot, and she threw herself into his arms.

  That night, let her experience the feeling of the wheels rolling over her body.

   "Do you still dare to think about Xiao Xianrou?"

   Yingjing squeezed the corner of his back and burst into tears. "I just thought about it, but I didn't put it into action."

  The soft ear bones were rubbed by him.

  He moves in and out without threatening the occasion.

"you dare."

  She really didn't dare, her legs were weak the next day.

  Even the teacher who put on makeup blushed when he saw the hickey on the back. The host prepared a new set of clothes for the occasion.

   Yingjing noticed the strangeness of the people around him, and sent messages with his mobile phone when he was free.

  Wen Fucheng was meeting with guests when he received the news.

  【Don’t leave so many marks on me next time, I will be executed by their eyes. 】

  The phone in Yingjing's hand vibrated twice.

   Only received a four-word reply.

  【Wife, I can't help myself. 】

   Annoyed, she directly covered the phone.

   In the next three days, it will be difficult for Wen Fucheng to want to eat meat again. Yingjing will starve someone for three days.

   When I came to pick her up that night, I was told that I was going on a business trip.

   "What gift do you want when you come back. Send it to my phone." Wen Fucheng wanted to rub her hair, seeing the hairstyle she just made. He couldn't bear to disturb her, so he leaned over slightly and pressed against her body, half-embracing her in his arms.

  According to the situation, he was a little reluctant, and lazily leaned on him.

   "You can take me on the plane together! You can go anywhere with you."

   pinched the woman's tender face. "I won't be away for too long, I can't rest assured that you are here, and I will come back when I am done."

  That night, I didn't do anything.

   There is no time to do anything.

   According to the situation, he calculated the time for him to arrive at the airport, and sent a message in time.

   As usual, he reads the news before boarding the plane.

  The secretary was on the side, seeing the gentleness on the boss's face, and his eyes were full of emotion when he looked at the phone.

   Secretly exclaimed.

   Was shown another face.

   "Just after I left, I wanted to see you again. You and Mr. Wen are really..."

   Hearing the joking voices of the people around him, he closed the phone accordingly.

   "What do you know. I just can't live without him."

   It happened that a staff member passed by and heard it.

   I didn't expect you to be such a goddess.

   After leaving the airport, Wen Fucheng only sent her a message. Thinking that she was still sleeping, she didn't disturb her.

  A car was parked on the side of the road. Xu Chengan lowered the window and smiled.

   "Don't mind if I give you a ride, Mr. Wen."

  The assistant put the things in the car, and Wen Fucheng got into the car and asked when he would be back.

   "Slightly earlier than you."

  …

   "This vacation is a bit long, I should work, boss."

  …

"Then what?"

  …

   "I envy you sometimes, but I can't be you."

  So, do you want to give up Bai Mengyao?

  Xu Chengan looked at the man sitting firmly through the rearview mirror.

  Maybe, there is still a chance.