The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World

  Chapter 21 Take away all the surprises in your eyes

   "I'm really not drunk, help me get up, I can drink three more drinks." Ying Jing waved his hand and waved Wen Fu Cheng's hand, which was holding hers.

   She touched the table for a long time without touching the wine, not knowing that the wine had been collected by Wen Fucheng long ago.

   "Hey, it's gone."

   "Well, you can't drink anymore."

   The expression of smashing his mouth at the scene is a bit unfinished.

what a pity!

   "I want to drink and I'll give you a drink next time."

   "Next time? When will you wait next time!" Ying Jing counted with a red face and fingers, but she couldn't tell the numbers by herself until the end. "It's been a long time... It's been a long time since I saw you. I can't bear it. Fucheng Wen, do you know how much I can't bear to bear?"

   The next moment she was lying on his shoulder and her eyes were red.

  Like a stupid child who lost his beloved toy, he can't be wronged.

   He patiently caressed the girl's back again and again.

   "Never again, I won't be too far away from you." What he wants in this life is to have complete assurance to protect her. "So, don't push me away stupidly and push me thousands of miles away."

  Indiscriminately wiped away a few tears.

   Trapped in his own emotions, he couldn't hear what Wen Fucheng said at all.

   But she grabbed him by the sleeve and insisted that he repeat it.

  Wen Fu Cheng leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words, and he was very happy after hearing it.

   "What you said is true?"

   "When did I lie to you?"

   "Then I can find you anytime and anywhere in the future! No matter how busy you are, you will contact me."

  …

sure.

  Wen Fucheng walked out of the restaurant with Yingjing in his arms, and Assistant Zhang, who had been waiting nearby, drove the car over.

   After parking the car, he openly opened the door for the boss.

   Wen Fucheng didn't put her down until he got into the car, and held the girl in his arms on his lap.

   Zhang Yang raised the flap wisely.

   lying comfortably in his arms.

  The man fingered her hair.

The    exhaled breath erupted on the skin of his neck, causing a tingling itch.

   In response to the scene, he raised his head slightly and brushed his chin between his nose.

  Wen Fucheng looked down, her lips fell just beside her eyes.

   If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know which way to go, Zhang Yang would definitely not disturb the boss's intimate moments.

  Which house should Miss Ying be sent to?

   "Go to Ying's main house!"

   When the little drunk returns to the villa, he will inevitably be scolded by Ying Zenan.

  Wen Fucheng sent her back to the main house, and her mother could take care of her.

   "Let's see if you dare to drink indiscriminately next time."

  Yingjing's forehead was stabbed by him with a small red dot, and the little girl's skin was white, tender and smooth, and there were traces when she touched it a little.

  Wen Fu Cheng blew for her.

   Unexpectedly, Yingjing still put his arms around his neck.

   "Wen Fucheng, please don't take me home, okay? I want to go with you."

"Can't."

   What Ying Jing said after being drunk was obviously unreliable, and he had a deep understanding of this.

   When she wakes up tomorrow, she shouldn't remember anything.

   Zhang Yang parked his car near the Ying family's old house, but the house was brightly lit, and there were several cars parked in front of the gate. "Boss, it seems that there are guests at Ying's house."

  The assistant turned off the lights and got out of the car to smoke a cigarette.

  Ye Qingyu specially came to send the invitation letter as a guest of the house. It will be Grandpa's birthday in a few days.

  The Ying family and the Ye family have always been on good terms, and they were neighbors a few years ago.

   Later, the Ye family went to other cities for development and only returned in the past two years.

   This unbroken connection has gradually become more frequent.

   In addition, the Ye family has always planned to marry the Ying family, so the number of visits will naturally increase.

   Before leaving, Ye Qingyu also specifically asked about the occasion.

   "She, she lives with his brother recently. She thinks I'm nagging on weekdays, so she's hiding her suspicions."

   Ye Qingyu was a little disappointed that he didn't see Ying Jing. Since the embarrassing experience at Ying Zenan's birthday party, he and Ying Jing have not been in contact.

   Ye Qing got into the car and left, and passed by Wen Fucheng who was parked not far away, but he didn't know that the person he was thinking about was so close to him for a moment.

  Wen Fucheng saw the man clearly.

  Ye Qing and ah, it's him.

   Ye Qing and Ying Ying had a crush on Ying Jing since they were young, and when they grew up, they wanted to use the family relationship to marry Ying’s family. Ying's parents also have a good impression of him. It was almost a success in the past life.

  If it weren't for the fact that Yingjing liked Lu Zishu, everyone knew that he insisted on being with Lu Zishu and even came to Lu Zishu regardless of his own safety.

  Ye Qing will never give up the idea of ​​marrying another wealthy daughter of a wealthy family. After the two got married, they played their own way. People in the circle knew that since ancient times, there was not much true love for the powerful marriages. But it is to strengthen their own interests.

  The married Ye Qingyu did not give up on the occasion, and from time to time news spread that he went to visit the class to meet the scene.

   Thinking of the other party's shamelessness, he silently tightened the hand on Ying Jing's waist.

   So many people miss his little guy.

   Zhang Yang took a cigarette back and Wen Fucheng changed his mind.

   took Ying Jing back to the hotel and opened a room next door, the princess who did not wrong him at all.

   fell on the big soft bed, rolled a few times comfortably and buried his face in the quilt.

   Zhang Yang brought the toiletries.

   "Boss, do you want to remove makeup for Miss Ying?"

   "Well, put things down, you have worked so hard today, go back and rest early."

   Yingjing put on beautiful makeup in order to see him, and even rubbed off some of it after being clingy.

   "Little Flower Cat." He smiled and turned her over and pinched the girl's pretty face with two fingers, and meticulously removed her makeup and washed her face.

   But after a while, his face was like a peeled egg, tender and smooth.

   He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her for a few minutes before getting up and walking towards the bathroom, putting away the bottles.

  The unscrewed faucet poured out water to wash away the greasy palm of his hand.

  The soft feel of the skin still remains and does not dissipate.

   He lowered his head and glanced at it a few times. Before he could turn his head, there was movement behind him. A pair of weak and boneless hands had already wrapped around his waist.

   "Wen Fucheng, why are you so slow! I've been waiting for you for a long time."

   stuck on the back of the person, muttering in his mouth. He laughed for a few seconds and asked her, "How long have you been waiting for me?"

   "Ten years!" she replied softly.

   He held his hands crossed at his waist and looked at him and her in the mirror.

  The affection can no longer be contained.

   "Then I'm a little longer than you."

   After all, he lived a few more years. He did everything for her and fulfilled her unfulfilled wish.

   Then he couldn't bear the lonely life without her anymore, and he didn't live alone for a few years after she left.

   Yingjing hugged him and fell asleep, not even knowing when he returned to the bed.

   Covered her with the quilt, he turned and walked out of the room.

  The cigarette butts in the morning were taken away by him.

   After taking a shower, I changed into clean and fresh clothes.

   Yingjing rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room. The moment he put down his hands, he saw the person standing on the balcony through the slits of his narrowed eyes.

   leaned sideways on the horizontal column, looking down at the book in his hand.

   That morning breeze swept past Yingjing's eyes, blowing the book in his hand.

  Wen Fu Cheng raised his head as if feeling a little bit.

   Yingjing had no other thoughts in his mind.

   The pages under his fingertips resembled her beating heart.

  His gaze took away all the surprise in her eyes.

   (end of this chapter)