The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World

   Chapter 46 Little Butterfly came to pick him up and go home

   Ying Zenan went to checkout.

  Wen Fu Cheng sat still, turned his head to look at Ying Jing and smiled.

   "Are you full?"

   nodded hurriedly at the scene.

  The man just looked at her so quietly and didn't speak, Yingjing was afraid that his brother would come back later, so he didn't dare to go out. After a while, Wen Fucheng got up and walked in front of the curtain, and the moment he lifted the curtain also stirred Yingjing's heart.

   looked at him with love and admiration in his eyes.

  Wen Fucheng's heart warmed when he saw it.

   leaned towards her.

   Yingjing leaned back subconsciously and said proudly, "In public, please refuse to kiss."

  Wen Fucheng was so cute because of her cuteness.

   "No kiss."

   Then what did he want to do when he got so close.

  Wen Fu Cheng silently stretched out his hand to remove the rice grains from her face, lowered his voice, and spoke in a gentle and like-minded tone. "Walk with brother or come with me later?"

   "Follow you."

   There was no hesitation at all.

   Someone was very satisfied, he stroked her fluffy hair.

   turned around and walked towards Ying Zenan.

   The man who had just put away the card saw him coming and asked him if he had eaten well.

   "It was the best meal I've ever had in Shanghai, thank you Mr. Ying for hosting."

  Wen Fucheng even said thank you, and said it so sincerely.

   Ying Zenan looked at him suspiciously.

   I thought that there was no medicine in this meal!

   What does a big man do with such a heart-warming smile.

   "Since that's the case, then I can rest assured. Does Mr. Wen have any plans for a while? If we have time, we can continue playing in another place? It's still early anyway."

  You must never promise, do not promise.

  Wen Fucheng inadvertently glanced at the time on the wall of the dining room.

   "Let's talk about it next time! There are still some things in the company."

"That's it! That's really a pity. Next time I have the opportunity to invite President Wen to play with him. President Wen worked so hard and developed the Wen family so well. Unlike me, every day in addition to the normal commute, I go out to get off work together. This kind of relaxation is just a simple act of winning the richest man in Shanghai."

   If he were someone else, Wen Fucheng, he probably wouldn't be able to take care of him. This actor, the actor, is really targeting him everywhere!

   Thinking about it carefully, he doesn't seem to have any sins in Ying Zenan yet!

   Why is this man so hostile to him?

   He didn't even know that Ying Zenan had already listed him as public enemy number one in his heart.

   After Ying Zenan left, Wen Fucheng stood outside the restaurant. Soon there will be a beautiful little girl beside him, chatting around him like a tubercle.

   "Wen Fucheng, is my brother gone?"

   He stood side by side with her on the steps.

   Dressed casually, he is extraordinarily handsome tonight.

   It looks like a young man who is waiting for his girlfriend after school.

"gone."

   "Then how do we arrange it now."

   "What do you want to do?" he added at the end. "Tonight's time is yours."

   "I want to walk home with you."

   It was a small request, but he felt extremely heavy.

   became a big stone in his heart.

"It's that simple?"

   It's that simple! She can be happy for a long time with a little interaction between the two.

   How dare she make any excessive demands.

  Wen Fucheng, Wen Fucheng, how could you know how extravagant something so simple in your eyes is in her heart.

  But...he knows!

   Autumn nights are not as sultry as summer.

  As the temperature drops, more and more people come out to enjoy the shade on the street.

   It takes about forty minutes to walk home from here.

   Knowing that he seldom comes to Shanghai City, and he is very busy, he will not waste time on unimportant things, so he excitedly introduced everything around him.

   In the past life, apart from all kinds of busy work, he spent most of his rest time in Shanghai City.

   This is the beginning of the story, but not the end.

  Perhaps the last struggle is the last game with God, she has to travel through mountains and rivers to go to the city where there are traces of his life.

   Died in his hometown.

  How much I wanted to hold his hand in the last life.

   Just say nothing, just like this, the evening wind blows.

   He would listen to her quietly about how nice the city is.

   "Shanghai City is very good! But I still prefer Imperial City." Not because of its prosperity, not because of its beauty.

   is someone she loves the most.

there.

   Hearing her talk, Wen Fucheng occasionally responded.

   There was a touch of warmth between the two of them.

   "I think Shanghai City is pretty good. I like this city very much."

  Because of her, there are traces of life in the circumstances everywhere.

  His little girl, in the years when he was too late to participate, it was the city that watched her grow up for him.

   He was all too familiar with these places.

   He had set foot in this city countless times in years she did not know.

   Walked these paths she walked.

  Unfortunately, at that time, his back was lonely, with endless sadness and loss.

   The year after Ying Jing died, the whole world was sad.

  The city is full of memories of her scenery.

  Wen Fu Cheng had been looking at it for a long time, as if she was still there. It's just that it's far away from him, so far away that it can be described as the separation of life and death.

   Slowly, fewer and fewer people can remember her.

   heard him say that he likes Shanghai City, and asked in the circumstances. "Why do you like it. How good is the imperial capital!"

   "Because..." can be closer to you, fool.

  Unfortunately, in the end, even time wanted to erase the last trace.

How could   Wen Fucheng allow it.

  's thoughts were attracted by the shouts of the roadside stalls.

   "The second cup of milk tea is half price, let's go together!" He had already pulled Wen Fucheng over as he spoke.

   The people who line up to buy milk tea are all in pairs, and they pay for two cups.

Next to   , someone whispered that they looked good.

   As the occasion drank, he handed him another clean glass with a straw inserted.

  Wen Fucheng shook his head, he didn't like drinking these.

   "If you drink less at night, you will lose sleep."

  …

  Wen Fucheng walked in front, and was a step or two behind, he slowly slowed down until the two of them walked in the same pace.

  The leaves rustled.

   like his heart.

   is ground and crispy.

   Naughty holding two cups of milk tea and showing off with children playing on the roadside.

   "I'm also the one who bought the second half-price cup."

   The road along the street.

  Street lights as companions.

  Single shadows are finally paired.

  Loneliness finally has a place to belong.

   The hem of the skirt that rose in the wind brushed the back of the man's hand beside him. He lowered his eyes to look at the shadows on the ground, which slowly overlapped and entangled in the past and present.

   A bright smile overflowed Yingjing's face.

   She walked forward and turned back at him.

   "Wen Fucheng, why didn't you keep up!"

  In an instant, he woke up. As if dreaming back to the temple of that year, he slept beside the cold tombstone.

   whispered softly, blaming Yingjing for not coming to pick him up.

   After countless days and nights, he finally dreamed of her one night.

   He grabbed her hand and told her aggrieved.

   "Take me with you, you've left me too long."

   Can't leave him anymore.

   She walked into the darkness with a smile and turned back to smile at him.

  Wen Fucheng, why didn't you keep up!

   At that moment, he smiled contentedly.

   Finally, his little butterfly came to take him home.

   (end of this chapter)