The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World

Chapter 122: The moonlight under the evening star is very gentle

Ying Jing slept in Wen Fucheng's lounge until dark.

He opened his eyes and it was pitch black.

The man curled up on the bed raised his sore and weak arm, let out a long sigh, and when he was about to get up, he moved sideways, and immediately lay still in pain.

More than just a wheel running over her face!

This is like being crushed by a truck.

cell phone.

Her phone is there.

Yingjing touched everywhere and finally found her phone on the bedside table.

The furthest distance in the world is not the sky and the earth, but the mobile phone is so close that she can't get it.

"Second Uncle"

Ying Jing whispered.

Outside the office, the lights are bright.

Several people from the planning department were still standing in the center of the room to be inspected by the boss.

Quietly.

You can hear the drop of a needle clearly.

When 's pretty female voice sounded, several people looked sideways at the closed lounge door.

Oh my God!

What did they just hear.

That's who's talking.

woman.

There is a woman hiding in the boss's lounge.

Incredible, they still heard, will they be silenced.

The man holding the pen moved for a while, and his eyes fell on several people.

scared a few people to withdraw their eyes.

Look at the ceiling, look out the window, look at the carpet...just not the door of the lounge.

Yeah, we can pretend we didn't see anything.

Wen Fucheng put down his pen and let a few people go back.

One by one, they walked to the door of the office, and when the door was closed, they started talking at once.

"You heard me!"

"I heard it. You, you must have heard it too."

"We all heard it, and the boss definitely heard it."

"Is that the lady boss?"

"Nonsense, who dares to sleep on the boss's bed if not the boss's wife."

…

A few people are still managers, and the inside information is not as well-informed as the people in the CEO office.

Someone passed by and deliberately picked up the milk tea and small cakes.

"Did you see it? The proprietress personally delivered it today, one person." The little cart was still lying in the corner and was dusting.

There was a small cart in the corner pile.

Is it still time to go back and apply for a change of department?

Everyone left, the man put down the pen in his hand and came to the lounge, pushed the door and entered, awkwardly stuck at the scene, she twisted her body and reached for the phone on the bedside table.

The door was opened at this time.

Wen Fucheng stands at the dividing line between light source and light.

"You are here!"

She called out and really called someone, but she didn't take the phone, she covered it back under the quilt and looked at him with a pair of pitiful eyes.

"what do you want?"

"cell phone."

Obviously this answer did not satisfy him, he closed the door, and all the light sources were shut out.

The room was darkened, and the movement of figures could barely be seen.

"Give you another chance, what do you want?"

He had come to the bed, and easily took her in his arms and sat on his lap.

"I want it, Wen Fucheng."

shyly hid in his suit, blushing.

The phone was handed to her in the next second.

A ray of light flashed before his eyes.

Yingjing's soft hands took the phone and put it in front of him, and glanced at the time quietly.

It's past seven!

She just came to deliver a cake, how could she put herself on Wen Fucheng's bed.

"Second Uncle, I'm hungry."

"I have asked Zhang Yang to order food and it will be delivered soon. Will you accompany me to eat at the company tonight?"

Yeah!

Knowing that he has been busy recently, he behaved well in the situation.

Zhang Yang knocked on the door for a long time while carrying his meal, but he answered and glanced at the few people who were still working overtime in the office.

"Don't look at me, they never came out."

"Otherwise, Assistant Zhang, come back later, the job is important, and the bonus is also important."

…

Zhang Yang thinks so too.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, there was finally movement inside.

The office door opened a crack.

Ying Jing's little head came out first.

Zhang Yang put down the phone that had not finished the game and smiled softly at her.

"Miss Ying must be starving! I ordered a meal for you and the boss."

blinked at the scene, how do you feel that Zhang Yang said this, there are other meanings.

Ying Jing took the lunch box and said thank you and went back to the office.

The meal is ready.

"Second Uncle, eat before going to work!"

"You eat first, I'm full."

Yingjing was holding the chopsticks and was about to ask when, when a flash of light came to his mind, he swallowed all the words, but fortunately he didn't ask.

what!

This man even molested her at work.

When there was no sound, she knew she wanted to go somewhere else.

"Eat something after sleeping."

He took a piece of braised pork into his mouth and chewed it hard.

Second uncle, you'd better shut up.

For a while, only the sound of turning pages and the collision of tableware and chopsticks remained in the room.

He used to think this kind of voice was noisy, and he didn't like it.

now sounds more pleasing to the ear.

Yingjing concentrated on cooking, but the man who wanted to work seriously was disturbed and peeped at her over and over again.

After half an hour, not a single document has been completed, which is really not his efficiency.

Ying Jing was halfway through the meal, and Wen Fucheng gave him a sneak kiss on the face.

She turned back, rubbing her lips against each other.

He bent over to look at her and kissed again.

"Is it tasty?"

"Not bad, would you like to try it."

"Okay!" The voice fell, and he kissed her on the lips again. This time, they didn't part so quickly. "Braised pork, not greasy at all."

In response to the scene, he silently picked up his rice bowl and continued to eat.

The tips of his ears are red.

There is a smell of rice in the room, and the window is opened to breathe after eating.

Standing in front of the window, he put his hands on the window frame, stuck his head out of the window and looked at the tall buildings outside.

There are so many lights in this city.

Lights that turn on and off.

is the home of tens of thousands of people.

Looking back at the man working hard under the lamp.

The lamp that belongs to her is so dazzling.

She held the pen and paper from the desk in her hand, and sat cross-legged on the sofa. He started to draw the outline of the man smoothly on the paper.

Soon an exquisite sketch appeared on the paper.

The man looked down and focused.

was deeply drawn into her mind.

Ying Jingshun took the picture, cropped it and made sure that nothing was exposed and uploaded it to Weibo.

【He accompanies every dream: he is the vision when he came, stumbled into my dream [image]]

According to the occasion, I had thoroughly enjoyed the painting, and then stared at him not far away in a daze.

Suddenly, I took out my phone and recorded it

"Moonlight under the Evening Star"

I fell into the deep sea where you exist

Like lingering meteors rushing from the sky

Moonlight under the Evening Stars

No lights to accompany