The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World

  Chapter 90 Don't Get Angry You Can't Get Angry

   The next morning, Yingjing jumped up from the bed, involving the man sleeping beside him.

  Wen Fucheng, who was awake, opened his eyes and looked at her, the frost in his eyes dissipated in an instant.

   Yingjing is to appease the man's waking up.

   bowed his head on the quilt and bit Wen Fucheng's lips.

   While kissing, he said not to be angry! Can't get angry.

   He closed his eyes and enjoyed Jingbao's service for a while.

   patted her back comfortably. The voice was a little hoarse.

   "Okay, go do your work."

   I had a dream in response to the scene, and I suddenly had a sudden inspiration. I ran downstairs all the way, not even bothering to put on my shoes.

   Grab the pen and paper, hold the guitar and start creating.

  The window of the balcony was not closed last night, and I don't know if the moonlight in the middle of the night peeped into the warmth upstairs.

   Bring the warm love back to the downstairs room.

  The curtains fluttering in the wind, accompanied by the melodious guitar sound, like a flowing stream, converge into the ocean, rushing to a higher and farther distance.

   There was a knock on the door.

   Putting things down at the scene, he thought it was Wen Fucheng who got up.

   I can't wait to open the door.

   "Wen...Brother?"

   Ying Zenan, who was standing at the door, with fluffy silver hair, handed Yingjing the breakfast in his hand.

   Yingjing looked at him silently for five seconds before closing the door decisively.

   "I'm sorry, you went the wrong way." After that, call my brother quickly. "Brother, there is a lunatic standing in front of my house. He looks like you. Come and have a look."

   Ying Zenan held back his temper.

   "Open the door for me, I'm at your door."

  The crack of the door was quietly pulled open.

   "Your rebellious period is over? Why do you want to dye your hair silver."

   "Don't ask, I'll be in tears if I talk too much. I already made an appointment to get my hair done this afternoon." The reason was entirely because the model in Shen Qiurong's studio had a car accident and couldn't take pictures. It was just that Shen Qiurong looked around and couldn't pick out a suitable one.

   Later, I don’t know which employee who had received thousands of knives mentioned Ying Zenan, which seemed to fit.

  The **** went to the company and invited him over in person.

During the    period, Ying Zenan wanted to refuse countless times. Shen Qiurong thought that it was not easy for you to grow up so much, because her mother loved you. When you were naughty and fighting, when your father was going to clean up you, your mother protected you like a chicken.

   describes it very well. Mother, don't describe it next time.

  What the **** is a chick.

   Is there such a handsome chick as him?

   was deceived by coaxing.

   Shen Qiurong told him that this thing is a one-off, Ying Zenan knows a shit! I fell asleep in a chair and woke up like this.

  Handsome is very handsome, but there is an indescribable feeling.

   Ying Zenan didn't think of it, but Yingjing took the initiative to help him.

   "Tell the old cucumber to paint with tender paint, right?"

   Ying Zenan: ?

   "Yingjing, you want to die! Dare to say that about your brother. Do I look old? No matter how old I am, there is no old Wen Fucheng. I think he is the old cucumber brushing tender paint."

Yeah?

   Ying Jing tilted his head and thought innocently.

   "Wen Fucheng's is very tender without brushing!"

   "What are you mumbling about?"

   "Ah! Nothing is nothing."

   Ying Zenan raised his lips and pointed to the back of Yingjing. "Don't ask your brother to come in?"

"The small temple can't hold the big Buddha, brother. Just as the Buddha finished speaking, the people in front of the door were shoved away by Ying Zenan. When he entered the house, he went to the toilet to look at it, and then went to the guest bedroom to look at it again. Ying Jing followed Ying. behind Zenan.

   "Brother, what do you need to look for, I will help you find me, I know where it is."

   Ying Zenan stepped aside and motioned her to look for him.

   "You look for it, I need to look for something for a man."

  Scenario: ?

   Something for men? Wen Fucheng took all his belongings when he left, so Yingjing should have no brains to leave something behind!

The    face corresponds to the surprise inspection of Zenan, and it follows the situation.

  It was fine from the beginning to the end, but Ying Zenan's eyes began to stare at something wrong when he reached the sofa.

   When he bent down to pick up something from the gap, he almost scare away his soul when he saw it clearly.

   When did Wen Fucheng's watch fall at home?

   An expensive men's watch at first glance.

   "Don't tell me you're wearing it."

   Yingjing grabbed the watch from his hand and pinched it. "It's not that I can't wear it."

  It is strange that this watch can be worn in that hand.

   "Actually, brother, you don't know, this is a birthday gift I quietly supplied to you."

   So shabby that there is no watch in a watch box.

   "It's cheaper without a watch case."

  ? ? ?

   There were several question marks on Ying Zenan's head.

   "I don't know if killing my sister is against the law."

   Ying Zenan would not wear this watch, it is not a style he likes, it is impossible for Yingjing not to know, the only possibility is that she does not care. Of course, there is a possibility that she bought it for Wen Fucheng.

   Okay!

   He just thought this watch was a little familiar.

   This is not the style that Wen Fucheng has worn before.

   "Have you met Wen Fucheng?"

  We meet every day.

   "Ah! See you!"

"when."

   "Not long ago." Still sleeping beside him.

   "You don't know that Wen Fucheng has a girlfriend, so don't disturb others if you have nothing to do. I'll take away the watch, and don't mess around. Can't you hear me. After Lu Zishu came to Wen Fucheng, it's really more annoying than the other."

   Ying Jing heard his brother complain about Wen Fu Cheng, and immediately kicked him out of the house.

   "Comrade Ying Zenan, as the elder brother of Fairy Yingjing, you should love Wu Jiwu and the people and things she likes."

   "Fuck." Ying Zenan added two words for her.

   Ying Zenan fluttered in the wind on the street with a silver hair on his head.

   Just as he was about to get into the car, Zhao Qingran walked out from an unknown corner.

   At first glance, she almost didn't recognize the person in front of her.

   Ying Zenan hooked the car key on his finger, the door was already open, and glanced at the person who called him. "Is something wrong?"

   "What's wrong with your hair." Zhao Qingran stepped forward excitedly and wanted to touch his hair, but was pushed away by Ying Zenan with disgust.

   "If you have something to say, don't come near me. I dye my hair normally, don't care about Miss Zhao!"

   "Ying Zenan, please don't talk to me like this, okay? I'm very sad."

   "It's none of my business if you're uncomfortable. If I can't help you, go see a doctor if you're uncomfortable."

   "I made soup that day and wanted to give it to you. She said you were not in Shanghai."

   is not in Shanghai, he just came back not long ago.

   Ying Jing is one of Ying Zenan's bottom lines. He was a little angry when he heard that Zhao Qingran went to Ying Jing. "I don't care what you do with her and what purpose you go for. I warn you, don't mess around, or I want you to look good."

   "It would be nice if you pampered me and half of hers."

   "You're sick, Zhao Qingran, she is my sister, I should spoil her. Why should I spoil you, because you hurt me, I have to laugh it off? Are you thinking too much?"

   Ying Zenan got into the car and closed the door, leaving her standing outside crying.

   Start the car directly and drive away quickly. He was stunned that he didn't give each other a chance.

   (end of this chapter)