The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World

  On the street outside the store, only the silhouette of the scene is left alone.

   She happily waved her hand and ran to the glass window, the elder who was pulling her shadow from the street lamp.

  Wen Fucheng, look here.

   she said silently with her mouth.

   I don't know if he saw it.

   The temperature turned cold in the middle of the night, and a small wind blew, and the cold neck shrank for a moment.

   There was a light mist on the glass bed.

  Scratch it with your fingers lightly, and a trace appears immediately.

  Appears like a naughty child draws a cartoon head on the glass with a few strokes.

   Handsome male cartoon head.

   exactly corresponds to the seat Wen Fucheng sat.

  Concentrating on sultry, she didn't notice that the phone that Wen Fucheng was sticking to her ear belonged to her.

   Next to the boy's head, another girl's head was drawn, and she bent down and wrote a sentence below.

  Wen Fucheng is my favorite.

   is a bit more careful behind.

   After finishing everything, Yingjing returned to the store. The man had already answered the phone, and the phone was put aside. Yingjing didn't even think about picking up the phone and putting it in his pocket to go out with the others.

   When he left, he specially said thank you to the convenience store employee.

"Wait a moment."

   Yingjing took his mobile phone to the glass that had not yet dispersed, and took a few pictures with the camera.

"All right."

   She turned around and found that Wen Fucheng was also behind, and immediately put away her phone when she saw her turn around.

   "Caught by me, what are you doing! Mysterious and mysterious, you don't want to be seen by me."

   He doesn't speak or stop.

  Yingjing dared to go forward to get his mobile phone, he hugged him and took the mobile phone from the hand on his back.

   Finally managed to find my photo in someone's photo album.

   is her back, holding a mobile phone in both hands to take a picture of the glass.

   There is also a particularly clear and obvious line, Wen Fucheng, who is the favorite for the occasion.

   "Come on, what do you want to do when you candidly take my photo?"

   He didn't say anything, just held her hand gently and taught her to click into his circle of friends. The next operation was much simpler.

   Yingjing watched in disbelief as he taught her to post a circle of friends with pictures of her back.

   He used his actions to tell Ying Jing what he wanted to do with her candid photos.

  Wen Fucheng's circle of friends is different from others.

   Most of them are political and business bigwigs.

   There are very few people who show affection from time to time like him.

   Once she played with his mobile phone when she was bored, Wen Fucheng's mobile phone never fortified her. Interested, I want to see who is in his circle of friends list.

   Despite being prepared, I was startled when I saw everyone's name.

   She knows a lot, and there are a lot of bigwigs in the political world who even dare not think about it.

   strolled around.

   Occasionally there will be one or two people who are living, and the rest are either not or are related to life.

   And none of these are showing affection.

   "Is it really okay to do this?"

   He laughed.

   "You are the other party to the double photo of my marriage certificate, why can't you do it without breaking the law?"

   This is true.

   "I'm just afraid that you will be told."

   "When have I ever been afraid? Or do you not like me doing this? If you don't like it, I will delete it now." While speaking, he had already reached for the phone in her hand.

   hugged him like a baby and didn't let him move.

   "Who says I don't like it, I like it very much. I like it very much."

  Most of the girls who are in love should be excited to make it public in their boyfriend's circle of friends.

   This is an affirmation of the relationship between the two.

  Wen Fucheng had already posted it long ago, and she never worried and felt very secure.

   Less than ten minutes after the photo was posted, the number of likes was already high. There was also a message saying that Mr. Wen stayed up in the middle of the night, showing affection and abusing single dogs in the circle of friends.

   Some people even drove directly in the comment area.

   said that Wen Fucheng is a **** of the post-match.

   People who know each other and have common friends.

   It is you who are still commenting below!

  …

   Ying Jing quickly swept around and shoved the phone to the man with a hot face, like throwing away a hot potato.

   "What did you see, you blushed?"

   His circle of friends should be very clean.

   Powerful people are even more afraid to post anything in such public social circles. Otherwise, it is easy to be used as an article.

   If something goes wrong, the loss outweighs the gain.

  As a result, there are a lot fewer people who post on Moments.

   is afraid of being over-interpreted.

   However, there are also those who are more self-reliant and occasionally make messy hair.

  Wen Fucheng was afraid that she really saw something irritating, so he clicked and read it, but it was the content of the comment that caught his attention.

  It was not too early, the two of them could wait for the rising sun when they returned to the hotel and stayed for a while.

   The voice of a man urging sleep was already heard behind him.

   Maybe it was past the point of sleepiness, but Yingjing was not sleepy at all.

   Not only was he not sleepy, but he also pulled Wen Fucheng energetically to talk about interesting things that happened in the crew.

   Someone else's husband doesn't know what's going on, but her husband is really patient.

  The man was lying on the bed with her in his arms, and he kept talking with a small mouth in response to the scene. From time to time, he had to turn his head to ask if Mr. Wen, who had his eyes closed, was asleep.

   "Second Uncle, are you asleep?"

   "Well, no."

   After ten minutes.

   "Second uncle, you can't sleep secretly behind my back."

"it is good!"

   After half an hour.

   "Second Uncle, you... Forget it. Go to bed earlier if you are working so hard!"

   Less than a minute.

   someone whispered. "Sure enough, a man's mouth is a liar."

   She let him sleep, originally! He didn't fall asleep, and laughed at her words again.

   The person beside her suddenly rolled over and wrapped her in his arms, his body sank. "Believe it or not, I'll deal with you now."

   The expressions of the two of them were not obvious in the darkness, and then the light coming in from the window was barely visible.

   His eyes must be scorching.

   shines like a star.

   closed his eyes in response to the scene.

   "Don't do it tonight! I'm afraid you will fall asleep halfway through your movement."

  Wen Fucheng: ? ? ?

   When the rising sun emerged from the corner of the sky, Ying Jing was lying on the bed biting the corner of his eyes with tears in his eyes.

   she swears.

   She never owes any more.

   Especially when both are in bed.

   The ticket originally scheduled to return to Shanghai City during the day was postponed for another day. Knowing that she has not played recently, the figure who has restrained her from having fun for a long time turned on the faucet of the valve, and it was out of control.

  The situation has become a waste, and it is directly omitted from noon to night.

   When he woke up, his eyes were full of resentment.

   She has never seen what the sun looks like today.

  Wei Yi and Ziyue didn't even show up, they would definitely think more about it.

   lifted the quilt and got out of bed to find someone to reason with, but he knelt on the floor because his legs were weak.

   It is a good posture to pray to the early years in advance.

   In less than thirty seconds, Wen Fucheng's figure appeared in front of the door.

"Feel sorry."

   picked up Yingjing and put it back on the bed, bowed his head and kissed her forehead sympathetically.

   Yingjing's anger in his heart was instantly wiped out by his kiss.

   leaned weakly against his chest.

   poked his fingers in dissatisfaction.

   "Just tell me, are you a fairy?"

   Male vixen.

   knew how to squeeze her dry.