MTL - The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World-Chapter 352 I'm the only one in my eyes

  The sudden cold breath enveloped Ying Jing's whole body in an instant.

   also surprised the crowd present.

  Everyone's focus was on Ying Jing and Yan Shuang, and they didn't notice the sudden appearance of a man who was a hero to save the beauty.

   Wait for the reaction.

  Someone exclaimed.

  Yan Shuang fell to the ground with an exclamation.

  Her palms rubbed a few bloodstains on the stone.

   Yan Shuang felt aggrieved and resentful. Facing the ruthless gaze of the man next to Shang Yingjing, he dared not say anything.

  The assistant helped her up.

  Yan Shuang shook her body twice, glanced at the scene, thinking about something in her eyes, turned around and left with the help of her assistant.

  The director didn't know where he heard that Ying Jing and Yan Shuang got into a fight.

   was filming a scene between Lu Yuan and Han Jin, and ran all the way over in a panic with a loudspeaker in his hands without even stopping.

  The crowd dispersed, doing their own things.

  Xu Zimeng's face changed quite quickly the moment he saw Wen Fucheng, and he ran over to Wen Fucheng with a smile.

   "Why does Mr. Wen have time to come to us at this time?"

   "I came to see my wife, Director Xu has any objections?"

   No objection, no objection, Xu Zimeng grabbed Ying Jing's arm and pushed him towards the man. "Ying Xiaojing, quickly greet your husband."

  Scene:…

  Director, even a chameleon can't keep up with your face-changing speed.

  By the occasion, he was pushed forward and bumped into Wen Fucheng's arms.

  The man stretched out his arms to embrace her, and gave Xu Zimeng a quick look.

  Thinking that he was still outside, Ying Jing hurriedly left his embrace, and stood beside him with a hot face. "Why didn't you call me when you came here?" Ying Jing only noticed at this moment that Zhang Yang was also there. The man stood by and answered the phone, talking non-stop.

   There is a touch of heaviness in the palm of the hand.

   Yingjing slightly lowered his head to look at the hand held by Wen Fucheng.

   From the shooting site to the place of residence, there is a certain distance, and staff members pass by from time to time in the middle of the road.

  Many people saw Yingjing being held by a handsome and dignified man that day, all the way from the shooting scene to the resting room.

   The two stayed in the room until dark before coming out.

   Yingjing didn't know that gossip about her was spreading all over the sky.

  She was pressed by Wen Fucheng on the bedside and kissed so hard that she couldn't breathe.

  The man kissed urgently.

   Menacing.

   Too much movement and the bed is not very firm. Make a creaking sound.

  The voice was so loud that both of them were startled when they stopped.

   Yingjing looked embarrassed, grabbed his sleeve and muttered in dissatisfaction.

   "The conditions here are like this, don't mess around."

   When word got out, how else would she behave, she was ashamed to death.

  Wen Fucheng stood up and sat up straight, propping his hands on both sides of the bed, turning his head to look at the woman with red lips and white teeth.

   Fingertips hooked her chin and touched it.

   There is room for one person to sleep in a small bed, and it looks a bit cramped if there is too much Wen Fucheng.

   Scanning the layout of the room, Yingjing is a person who will never wrong himself no matter where he goes. The living conditions are not so good, the walls are damaged, and the glass of the windows is broken and cracked.

  She used colored strokes to cover up the original scars.

   There is also a small wooden table by the window, covered with a creamy yellow cloth, and a delicate and small vase is placed on the corner of the table.

  There are staff who love to do handwork in the crew.

  One day after the show, she passed by the rest area and saw a few people who were idle and bored killing time folding roses, and she joined curiously.

   Half an hour later, she returned to the room with a large bouquet of roses with buds in her hands, and put them in a vase.

   Every day when I left early in the morning, I reached out and touched it, and my mood improved a lot.

  When Wen Fucheng came, Yingjing felt that the air was full of sweetness.

  Afraid that he would be tired, he remade the bed and patted the part where he slept, signaling the man to lie down and rest.

   "How long are you going to stay? You don't want to leave tonight!" It's enough to go back and forth. It's just that the place is small, and I don't know if he won't be used to sleeping at night if he stays here.

  Wen Fucheng leaned back, and under it was a pillow that fit the occasion, with a faint fragrance that belonged to her alone.

  The longing in my heart on the way here can no longer be covered, and at this moment my heart is completely satisfied.

  The matter with Yan Shuang happened, so I was free all day.

   After hearing about this, Han Jin wanted to go to see the scene, but was stopped by Lu Yuan before he left the set.

  Wen Fucheng's assistant has already told him about Wen Fucheng's coming here.

  Wouldn't it be that Han Jin was going to hit the muzzle of the gun now?

   "I don't understand a scene very well, and you just come to check it out with me when you have time."

  Han Jin had an unbelievable expression on his face.

  It seemed that Lu Yuan was joking with him.

  Lu Yuan, a film star, can't understand a play, and he, a rookie, probably can't understand it even more.

   A few times before, I didn't see the actor Lu being so enthusiastic, and Han Jin was dragged back in a daze.

   This delay came into the night.

   Ying Jing gave the bed to Wen Fucheng to rest, and she sat at the wooden table and read the script.

  Zhang Yang happened to pass by, facing the person with the window open, he didn't even knock on the door.

   Yingjing heard the sound and looked up at him, and immediately raised his hand to make a quiet gesture.

   Zhang Yang, who was about to speak, directly changed to a low voice.

   "Miss Ying, there is an important call from the company, and the boss needs to answer it. Please help me."

  Help Wen Fucheng answer the phone.

   Looking back at the scene.

  She slept in a small bed, and Wen Fucheng was lying on the bed covered with her quilt, with his head resting on the pillow she was resting on, and his long legs bent.

  In response to the situation, Zhang Yang took the mobile phone from Zhang Yang's hand, and Assistant Zhang turned around and walked to the side in a sensible manner.

   When leaving, he thoughtfully pulled the window.

  Ying Jing froze for a moment and shook his head while laughing, came to the bedside, bent down to get close to the sleeping man.

  The tip of the long hanging hair swept across Wen Fucheng's side face, and the woman was so startled that she quickly picked up her hair and pulled it behind her ears.

  The sudden itching had already startled the man, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with coldness, and he smiled again when he saw the person he liked in front of him.

  He stretched out his hand and shook her slender wrist.

  Looking at the sky outside, it is darker than the city.

"What's wrong?"

   Ying Jing leaned over to approach him, the distance between the two was very close, his tone was so gentle that even Ying Jing couldn't help lowering his voice.

   Just when Wen Fucheng couldn't help but want to kiss her, Yingjing took out his phone and put it between the two of them.

   stopped Mr. Wen from moving.

   "I have an important call. Assistant Zhang is sorry to bother you, so let me do it for you."

   No matter how important the phone call is, it is not as important as her at the moment.

   Thinking that the phone was an eyesore, Wen Fucheng directly took out the phone she was holding and threw it aside.

  According to the situation, he glanced at the phone somewhere beside the bed.

   It looks a little pitiful.

   Before she could react, her jaw was grabbed by the man in front of her.

   "Watch what you are doing with your phone, look at me."

  …

   "You can only think of me in your heart."

  …

   "Is my phone still important to me?"

  …

   Frantically slamming a few words on Ying Jing's body, she couldn't take it.

  The brief silence gave Wen Fucheng a chance.

   Overbearing President Wen came online strongly.

  She just came in to give Assistant Zhang a mobile phone.

  How to send and send myself to the bed.

   Although this bed is also hers.