I stick with the villain to extend my life

Wen Xiling couldn't control his thoughts at all. He ordered,

"Go and check, Mr. Meng didn't drug me."

He took out his cell phone and started making shy calls.

The shy side:...

I did not answer.

Who wants to answer his call, hum!Hate!

It's better to learn to sing from Sister An Qi, or listen to Sister An Qi's bel canto singing "Ah ah ah, it hurts, it hurts..."

Wen Xiling's phone calls came one after another. They were so noisy that they just shy away...

Unlocked, blocked, and put him directly on the blacklist.

If a man is a promiscuous man, he will be included in the blacklist.

Wen Xiling slammed the phone into Huang Mao's hand. The longing that was beyond control made her skin like the cracked earth, and she urgently needed to be ashamed.

[Bashful hangs up his phone, shy likes to lose his temper, runs to her parents’ house all the time, is clingy to death, only rests on his left arm, and is almost crippled by the crush! 】

In Wen Xiling's mind, he thought about his shyness and shortcomings eighteen times, controlled his thoughts, and walked home with support.

[Xian Yan also has three ungrateful brothers, and Xie Jingchen dances with her...]

The desire to miss him is like a vine tightly locking his throat, shying away from his cute little quirks and shortcomings, like the human fruits on the vine, clearly shining with evil light, but yet making him feel sad. People want to stop.

When I think of Xie Jingchen, who has been getting closer and closer to Xian Xie recently, the tempting fruit is mixed with a trace of sourness.

Wen Xiling walked to the parking lot as if he was masochistic. The bright car lights flashed, and the slightly warm yellow light illuminated his extremely pale face.

"Wen Xiling!"

Shyly, she ran towards him from the light source like crazy.

It was obviously home clothes. The little girl was wearing a soft rice-brown skin-friendly sling. Her hair was tied loosely in a bun behind her head. When the light behind her illuminated her, she looked like a little angel falling into the world.

"What's wrong? Brother Huangmao said you drank too much and you were about to vomit." Yan Yan helped him up. The nearly 1.9-meter tall man almost completely pressed on her. Yan Yan almost fell to his knees. Down.

The cold and disgusting feeling in Wen Xiling's body had indeed dissipated a lot. Fortunately, Huang Mao was able to do things well, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to go back.

She shyly helped him walk slowly to the car. It was late at night, and the banquet in the banquet hall was about to break up. Many wealthy elites came out of the banquet hall.

With a bit of respect on his face, he greeted Wen Xiling with a smile.

Seeing that he still had work matters, Yan Yan quickly let go of the hand holding him, lowered his head obediently, put on a mask, and hid behind Huang Mao.

They were all friends coming and going, and he couldn't just be cold-faced. He could only say a few words while walking.

He calmly walked to Xian's side again, his big, knuckled hand hanging beside his suit pants, and the back of his hand brushed across her arm as if inadvertently.

He still chatted and laughed with his business friends in a humorous manner, and even had a few words with Mr. Meng. In private, he secretly put the back of his hand on his shy wrist, pretending to be careless.

There was a sense of taboo in this kind of openness, which made his strong nerves tremble.

"Who is this?" Mr. Meng clearly saw the overly intimate movements between Wen Xiling and Yan Xi.

Apparently, Wen Xiling took the initiative?

"Oh, I'm Mr. Wen's secretary." Yan Yan was dressed casually today. He didn't dress up carefully or put on makeup. The key is that he hadn't washed his hair yet...

Don't want to be recognized.

Mr. Meng's eyes fell on the two people's backs that were gently touching each other.

Shyly, he quickly took his hand back and stuffed it into his pocket.

Wen Xiling: "..."