The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World

  Chapter 30 I bend over for you, little idiot

   "Then, how did the plot develop next? How did he answer." Wei Yi's head could not wait to get into the computer screen and climb to Yingjing's side.

   Then they walked outside for an hour.

   "Just go home!"

   Not long after returning home, Wen Fucheng was picked up by Zhang Yang who rushed over in a hurry.

   Before leaving, he told Yingjing not to wait for him if it was too late.

  He will be back.

   That person, why is she so sure that she will wait for him.

would not.

Humph.

   She just likes to play and stay up late so she won't sleep at twelve o'clock.

   By the way, tease sisters.

  Wei Yi called out three years after knowing the progress.

   Sitting in front of the desk at the scene, the computer was turned on and did nothing, showing his big white teeth with a smile.

   "Twins are also acceptable to me."

   Weiyi is also happy for her.

   "Are you serious about Wen Fucheng?"

   "When did I say I wasn't serious."

   "But you told me you were serious about Lu Zishu."

   nonsense, not her.

   "Young people are frivolous and don't understand the goodness of old men. It's too late to repent now."

  Wei Yi:…

   "Trust me, if you dare to say this to your boss Wen, he will make you unable to get out of bed tomorrow."

   The two of you are racing wildly on the highway.

   Until the sound from outside the door alerted Yingjing, who had not yet slept.

   "Shh, I think I heard him come back."

   Well, for the happiness of the lower body of the sisters, the big light bulb Weiyi will be retired first.

   Turned off the lights at the scene, walked quietly to the door and put his ears on it.

  I want to hear what's going on outside.

   heard nothing for a while.

   reached out and opened the door and headed out to look left and right. The living room was dark, and the dim light coming in from the window was faintly visible.

no one?

   Could it be that he went back to the house to sleep?

   Yingjing Mao walked two steps with a waist and slowly straightened up.

  Wen Fu Cheng just went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water.

When    came out, his eyes fell on Ying Jing, who was quietly moving small steps.

   When his eyes stopped on the other side's bare feet, he frowned.

   put down the cup in his hand and made a crisp sound.

   Ying Jing was taken aback, and before anyone could see the sudden blackness in front of him.

   In a flash, she fell into a warm embrace.

  Wen Fucheng put her on the soft sofa.

  The two looked at each other silently in the dark.

   "Why don't you sleep?"

   "I'm... a young man! I'm in good health and can stay up late."

   Her lame reason!

   "It's not that you don't have to wait for me."

   "Nonsense, who is waiting for you, I just can't sleep."

  Wen Fucheng didn't argue with her about this issue, got up and went to the switch to turn on the light.

  The light hit the scene and raised his hand to block it.

   "How did your foot hurt?" he asked suddenly.

   Yingjing's feet were covered with several scabbed wounds.

  Very visible on smooth skin.

   "I accidentally stepped on the glass, and I'm almost healed. Look at how I walk now, I'm fine."

   "For him too?"

   The one he knew to each other tacitly.

  Hands, feet...there is something else he doesn't know.

   Lu Zishu is so good?

   ignores what he said. "No, I accidentally stepped on it at home."

   So many small wounds, definitely not just stepped on one or two pieces, but something shattered all over the place.

   "Is there any medicine?"

   Yingjing shook his head.

   She had already taken medicine at home and felt that it was not a big deal, so she didn't take it to heart.

  Wen Fucheng changed his shoes and left the house without saying a word. He should have known that he was going to buy medicine for himself. She sat on the sofa silently for a minute and walked to the window, and soon saw his figure appear downstairs.

   She leaned on the window sill and looked at the departing figure, biting her red lips.

Did    make him angry?

   Yingjing waited left and right, she was lying on her stomach and was about to fall asleep, and finally saw his back figure, she deliberately pressed her body down to avoid being discovered.

The people below    walked and stopped.

   It was a silent and silent night, and not even a single person could be seen around.

   A touch of scarlet lit up between his fingers, and Yingjing's heart seemed to be twisted by a twine, and it was aching.

  Wen Fucheng is smoking!

   After smoking the whole cigarette, he stayed downstairs for a while before walking up slowly.

   When he got home, Yingjing could no longer smell the smoke on him.

   She sat back in the same position as before she left.

   Carefully apply medicine to her.

   "In this world, you should cherish yourself the most." Anyway, it's not worth it for that scumbag.

   He is like a patriarch trying to persuade the girl to return from the lost way.

   He promised what he said was appropriate.

   The little head points are particularly strong.

   promised quite quickly.

   The soles of the feet on which the medicine was applied were icy cold. I didn't think that before, he was pinching his ankles with his hands, and he would touch the soles of his feet from time to time.

   "Tickle?"

"A little."

   "You know what's wrong?"

  Which one is wrong?

   "You know~!" No matter what, coaxing her future husband is the most important thing.

   "Then where did you go wrong."

  I have never seen a scholar who looks like a student in the Dalian review book since I was a child, and was suddenly asked to explain why it was wrong.

   She was stunned for a second.

   "You shouldn't like Lu Zishu."

"anything else?"

   "Wen Fucheng is the best."

   Did she tell her this? The little girl is quite good at changing the subject.

   But his expression softened significantly.

During the    period, she took out her shoes from the bedroom and grabbed the person who was about to turn around.

  Wen Fu Cheng glanced at the hand she was holding and then looked at her.

   stretched out his other hand in response to the scene, motioning him to bend over.

   Not knowing what the little idiot was going to do, he still bowed his head in cooperation.

   The next second, he wrapped his hands around his neck and rested his chin on the man's shoulder.

   Opening in a lazy tone.

   "Wen Fucheng, don't hide and smoke by yourself in the future. I will listen to you."

   The hand hanging by the trouser leg was clenched into a fist.

   In the end, he just restrained and touched her head.

   "It's getting late, rest early."

   Putting on his shoes, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the person walking into the room, the tips of his ears seemed to be red.

   She seems to have discovered a great secret.

   The next morning, I woke up looking for the fragrance and smelled the fragrance of rice.

   She also planned to be a virtuous suitor and make breakfast for Fucheng Wen, but unfortunately God did not give her face, and the dazzling sunlight sealed her in the warm bed.

   Find the perfect excuse for yourself and walk to the kitchen.

   "You did all this?"

   "What, not like?"

   Yingjing's eyes were a little sour. In her last life, she dreamed of eating food made by Wen Fucheng.

   There is no such thing as death.

   "Am I the first person to be so lucky to eat the food you cook?"

  Wen Fucheng handed her the plate containing the dishes.

   "Then you're lucky to be the first."

   Licking his mouth at the scene, he first took a cake and added some vegetables to it.

   "Eat slowly, not enough for the kitchen."

   blinked in response to the scene, the pancake was a little dry and she choked. He picked up the water glass at hand and took a sip of water, feeling comfortable.

  The cup felt a little wrong, she looked down and was stunned.

   The man beside her looked at her playfully.

   "Looks like you like my mug."

   (end of this chapter)