MTL - The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World-Chapter 111 She won't forget the way home

  Chapter 111 She won't forget the way home

  Wen Fucheng in order to answer Yingjing's phone call.

   Directly suspend the entire meeting.

   got up and went outside the corridor to listen.

"What's wrong?"

   Standing on the top of Yingshan, watching the snow all over the mountains from a distance.

   A biting cold wind blew against her skin.

   "Have you not had a good time?"

   "No, very happy. Happiest moment ever."

real? He was curious about what the two little girls could be so happy about. "It seems that the time with me has not reached the happiest time ever. Listen to the wind around you, have you brought enough clothes, remember to put on a scarf and gloves."

   If his subordinates saw his ramble, he would be shocked.

   "Wen Fucheng."

"Um?"

   "It's okay, I just wanted to call you."

   "When you get tired of playing and want to come back and tell me, I'll pick you up."

"it is good!"

   Yingjing's emotions were well controlled, but Wen Fucheng noticed that something was wrong. The more normal the situation is, the more abnormal it is!

   It was easy for him to check her itinerary.

   It's just that he doesn't want to do this to her unless he has to.

  The little fox wanted to run out to play, so let her go out.

   Tired of playing, I miss him, so I still have to run back and come back to him.

   Zhang Yang was obviously in a good mood when he watched Wen Fucheng go out and come back.

   They are all good people. Knowing that the boss is very talkative at this time, they are all scrambling to talk.

   I was afraid that I would be trained if it was too late.

   As soon as the occasion is gone, it will be several days, far away in the imperial capital.

  Wen Fucheng spent a few days as a monk. It was very unfortunate that I met Ying Zenan, who was holding an annual meeting, and drank a little too much.

  The two met in the hotel lobby.

  Wen Fucheng has a dinner on the other floor, and plans to go home after eating.

   Ying Zenan avoided the secretary and grabbed Wen Fucheng.

   "Wen Fucheng, you had a plan, didn't you?"

   Suddenly a word came out, and the secretary hurried to drag him.

   "Boss, several directors are still waiting for you. Let's not make trouble for now, let's talk about it later."

   Ying Zenan doesn't care so much after drinking hemp.

   started crying while holding Wen Fucheng.

   "I can tell you, if you dare not be nice to her, I will never stop with you. I am just a sister, and you must love her well." Halfway through, he paused for a while, as if to stop the language. "Why does it happen to be you! If it were another person, I could still scold and scold. It's you, Wen Fucheng, that's too good. I can't even find a reason to scold."

   This is true.

  The secretary held his forehead and hoped that Ying Zenan would wake up tomorrow morning and not remember these things.

  Wen Fucheng let Ying Zenan pull his suit, and the people around were all heads and faces.

   "Mr. Ying is happy today, take a good rest after drinking too much! I'll visit in person another day."

   "I'm happy, I'm so happy, you know how happy you are when you see me. I'm not happy..."

   Don't listen to what others say.

  If there is really no way, Wen Fucheng has a good idea.

"You always feel that I hold your limelight, so have you ever thought that this is a good result. If you marry Yingjing, I will have to call you the eldest brother for a lifetime, and I have to earn money to spend for your sister, and I have to unconditionally help you. Homework."

   Ying Zenan suddenly became quiet.

   It doesn’t seem like it’s a big loss if you think about it this way!

   He is Wen Fucheng.

   If he calls himself big brother, this bull will be able to boast for a lifetime.

   No matter how good he is, it's not about calling him big brother.

   Ying Zenan was dragged away by the secretary and assistant in the end, and he laughed a little when he left.

   got in the car, Zhang Yang asked him if he was going home or going back to the company.

   "Go back to the company!" The occasion was gone, and the family lacked some meaning to go back.

   He played with the phone back and forth in his hand several times, but he still didn't dial the number. Afraid of disturbing her interest in playing, Zhang Yang in the front seat suddenly spoke up.

   "Hey, isn't that Wei Yi? Isn't Miss Ying with her?"

   While waiting for the traffic light, the man turned his head and looked out.

   At the door of the bar, Wei Yi and her friends stood together and chatted happily, but the scene was not seen.

  How did Weiyi know that if she came out to play, she would be bumped by Wen Fucheng and the others.

   Usually Shanghai is so big, it's so hard to meet people.

   Now you can bump into acquaintances around the corner.

  Wen Fucheng knew that Ying Jing had lied to him, but he still did not choose to ask.

   even pretended not to have seen Weiyi.

  Three days later, the little fox quietly carried the luggage to the house, put down the luggage, turned around and went upstairs.

  Wen Fucheng sat on the reclining chair on the balcony, with a blanket on his legs and a book on his chest, taking a nap with the wind blowing.

   approached him quietly.

   squatted beside the reclining chair and blew lightly into Wen Fucheng's ear.

   The skin exposed to the air instantly turned a little red.

  Wen Fucheng opened his eyes, and the little fox took out the book he put on his chest. The next second, the whole person turned over and sat directly on his lap.

   Lie down on the scene and kissed him.

  The man closed his eyes and responded to her tenderly.

   was her squeamish voice.

   "Second Uncle, did you miss me!"

  Wen Fu Cheng squeezed the flesh on her waist and ducked a little for the occasion.

   patted his messy hand.

   "Don't make trouble."

   is holding her soft little hand, which was cold before, but it is not warm now.

   "Not only did I miss you, but also it."

   The dragon roared.

   has a tendency to look up.

  The book was placed on the table by him, which page was he looking at?

  The wind whistled and turned the pages.

   The sound of flipping books rustled in the wind.

   No matter which page it is.

   Ying Jing was carried back to the room by him.

   Roses are blooming in the house.

   ushered in the fragrance of flowers in the room.

  The sky was getting dark, so I got up lazily from the bed.

   She shivered from the cold, then got back and silently took the folded clothes by the bed and put them on.

   She still felt that the heating was not enough. Wen Fucheng stood by the window outside the phone, and Ying Jing put a small wrist around his sturdy waist. His side face was pressed against his broad back.

   The man spoke English while pulling her from behind to the front, and wrapped her in his arms with one hand.

   yawned at the scene.

  Wen Fu Cheng looked down at her confused sample, soft-hearted, and coaxed her warmly.

   "Go to sleep again?"

   The call that hasn't been hung up, the partner on the other end of the receiver can't help hearing it.

   Go to sleep again?

   Yingjing shook his head and touched his deflated stomach, "I'm hungry."

   He bowed his head and bit the little girl's ear and said with a smile.

   "Blame me for not feeding you enough."

  Scenario:…

  According to the client's reaction, the wheel of the car ran over her face at once.

   "Second uncle." Not serious.

   Yingjing went to the kitchen to pour water, Wen Fucheng's eyes moved with her, and he continued to listen to the partner's words.

   "Okay, just do as you said, and then we will meet and discuss in detail."

   He came over while drinking water. Pull out the half-drinking glass and put it down.

   kissed her wet lips.

   "It's so sweet."

  Wen Fucheng dropped the honeypot tonight? Always talk to her.

   "Second Uncle, are you alright!"

   "What?" The man walked to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and cooked her egg fried rice, and shouted for meat from outside the living room. Egg fried rice without meat has no soul.

   Little greedy ghost, she wants to eat it herself.

   (end of this chapter)