MTL - The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World-Chapter 52 It is the original intention that will never be forgotten throughout the year
Chapter 52 is the original heart Zhaozhao will not forget all the year round
Ying Zenan was afraid of waiting too long for the occasion.
I took the initiative to greet my acquaintance a few words, intending to tell my sister to leave.
Never thought that no one had called, but first heard her gossip with others about her words.
was nothing.
It is not enough to single out Wen Fucheng.
Ying Zenan pulled up the decorative tape on Yingjing's skirt.
"You're daring! You dare to speak ill of me behind my back, I need to clean up."
was caught on the spot, and it was too late to run.
"Brother, give me some face!"
Skirt, her little skirt, don't tear it up for her, it's from her husband.
It’s fine if you don’t see it, but you get angry eight times out of ten.
"Yingjing, why don't you call Ying Rankuang? Look at what you do all day long."
"If you want me to change my name, I have to ask my dad if he agrees! Besides, of course, every day I work hard to be an excellent person! I accidentally won the first place in the school, and then I counted. I will debut as a big star in the near future. Beauty is one of the best, and I have a good personality. I will definitely have a place in the top three ladies in Shanghai. Take a closer look and see that Yingjing is full of treasures."
She was right.
Ying Zenan was about to laugh after listening to it.
galloped all the way to take Yingjing home, wishing to throw her away immediately.
When he was leaving, he politely said thank you brother.
As a result, I got off the car and ran all the way without looking back.
Soon the figure disappeared from Ying Zenan's sight.
Ying Zenan: ?
Yingjing ran all the way home, stood in front of the door and took a few breaths to calm down.
Then he calmly entered the password and gently pushed the door into the house.
The living room was pitch black.
He glanced around through the light coming in from the window to make sure that Wen Fucheng was not there.
changed his shoes and stepped on the floor with his bare feet, found his slippers and put them on and walked to the door of the man's bedroom.
As soon as placed his hand on the doorknob, the door opened automatically.
Heaven and earth conscience! She hasn't done anything yet.
Wen Fucheng fell asleep, she quietly approached the bed, and it seemed that she could still hear his light breathing.
I don’t know if I took my medicine on time after I came back. The fever has subsided!
She put her hand closer to the man's forehead a little bit, but when she was about to touch it, her wrist was caught.
made her shiver.
"Me, me, me, Yingjing. Your future wife!" God! What did she say just now, why did she still say what she said in her heart.
Wen Fucheng was drowsy, and he was conscious when he heard the sound.
Knowing that the only person who can enter his bedroom in this home is Ying Jing.
Knew it! She came quietly, but he didn't plan to let her go quietly.
"came back?"
"Well, I'm a little worried about you and want to come and see you."
"Why don't you just turn on the lights and come in, like playing dark games?"
Second uncle, your thoughts are very dangerous! How do you know that, she looks like that kind of person! She is at most Diablo + Binding.
Serious, online business.
The speed is not fast, twenty-eight miles.
"I'm seriously worried about you, don't think about it! You're sick now, and I can't eat it!" I can't bear it!
Wen Fu Cheng moved the pillow and sat up a little.
A little cough.
looked at Ying Jing with hot eyes.
"It's my fault, I should have raised my ruddy complexion to make it easier for you to start."
"No, but if you have to think so, I will reluctantly take this responsibility! After all, I think you are not a day or two."
She really dared to say it, and was not afraid that Wen Fucheng would take her on the spot.
The strength to sleep with her is still there.
Yingjing is not in the yellow area now, and the speed of the car cannot be increased. Just thinking about how to take good care of him.
"Did I disturb you? Go to bed. I'll cook some porridge. You can eat when you wake up and are hungry."
released his clenched hands.
Go back to the next bedroom to change clothes, a set of loose pajamas.
After a while, there was more noise in the kitchen.
Ying Jing held a small pot with scissors, picked some green leaves, looked at the melon next to him, and decisively cut a big and tender one.
Vegetable porridge + fried pumpkin slices, boiled in the kitchen.
She yawned and patted her cheek with a little water when she was sleepy.
The fragrant taste gradually became stronger.
She couldn't help but scooped a spoonful and tasted it. It was delicious. She turned off the fire and went back to the living room, checking that it was early morning.
After got into the room, he came out with a quilt in his arms and made a warm nest for himself on the sofa.
fell asleep with the smell of porridge.
Wen Fucheng got up in the middle of the night thirsty to drink water, opened the door and a small night light in the corridor glowed.
all the way to guide him to see the girl sleeping on the sofa.
The porridge is warm in the pot and still warm.
Even the vegetables are kept warm.
There is an indescribable warmth in my heart.
He picked up the bowl and scooped a few spoons of porridge, shadows covered his eyelashes and he didn't know what to think.
After a while, he returned to the dining table with red eyes.
The night was quiet, and I had a bad dream.
Everything that happened in the dream seemed to happen after her death.
She was walking in a messy villa.
This is not her home, but it looks very familiar.
There seems to be someone talking around.
"It's like this after Yingjing left, how can it go on like this."
"People are still alive, even if they can't see each other. At least there is still a thought to live. Now that the person is gone, Yingjing also took his soul away."
The people outside the wall, don't know who they are talking about.
has an answer in his heart.
She cowardly did not dare to open the door in front of her.
Until that murmured call grabbed her broken heart.
She pushed open the door in a panic, and saw the man curled up on the bed.
is covered with posters belonging to her, and the tablet in his hand is still playing the movie she starred in.
Yingjing covered his face and squatted on the ground sobbing.
How cruel she was in her last life, she didn't leave him even a single thought.
Wen Fu Cheng.
She was like a soul without a master, standing beside the bed looking at him with his eyes closed in silence.
All around her were her voices.
She bent over in front of the bed, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes for him.
Across the void, guarding him helplessly.
Until the battery was exhausted, the man got up in silence and walked to the bathroom.
Yingjing watched him go in with a fruit knife.
Her body was like a soul without a master, easily passing through the thick door panel.
Watching him cut his wrist with a knife, his soul trembled in pain.
"Wen Fucheng, don't."
no no no…
She opened her eyes suddenly, and she was looking at the familiar face.
Those beautiful eyes looked at her affectionately.
"What's wrong? Had a nightmare?"
The person who was drinking porridge suddenly heard her painful voice, and dropped the bowls and chopsticks directly over.
She also just woke up from a dream.
The scene was haunted by nightmares, and for a moment, it was impossible to distinguish between fantasy and reality.
"Wen Fucheng."
She grabbed the man's wrist and read it over and over several times.
The top is fair and there are no scars.
He didn't know what was wrong with her, so he could only comfort her instinctively.
"That's a dream, it's all fake."
"Really?" Unbelievable.
"Then you say, what should I do."
The girl had two tears on her face, and said the most cruel words in the most pitiful tone.
"Why don't you let me slap me."
Wen Fucheng:…
(end of this chapter)
