I stick with the villain to extend my life

I was so shy that I was almost stunned.

It doesn't hurt, but...

A sense of shame and an unspeakable sense of release intertwined in my heart.

He frowned stupidly, "I thought that pattern looked good, so I went there..."

Wen Xiling opened her clothes irritably, and his fingertips traced the thin skin under her shoulder blades.

The tattoo has just been done, and the side of the tattoo is still slightly red and swollen. It is white and flawless. The most perfect and precious skin and porcelain skin have been painted with pen and ink.

Wen Xiling is an elegant person at heart. He feels that any tattoo on such skin is a stain. He is so shy and does not cherish his body. He holds the person in his heart. He doesn't know what third-rate tattoo artist to find to paint on his body. …

Just thinking about it makes my brain explode.

Wen Xiling was always gentle to her. When she pushed her further, he would retreat again and again. This time, he could not suppress the anger in his heart.

Looking shyly at his gloomy face, his tightly clenched fists, and the sound of his extraordinarily heavy breathing echoing in the luxury car...

Feeling shy.

She was like a little white rabbit that fell into the palm of a wild beast. He was afraid that today, she would really be chewed up and swallowed by him bite by bite.

Wen Xiling closed his eyes, and his fingernails almost dug a bloody hole into his palm.

"I'm just painting, but I didn't ask you to do anything to harm yourself. What kind of unscrupulous woman would scribble on herself?"

He once again suppressed and gave in, making Yan Xian think that he had digested his anger, and confronted him tit for tat.

"I can do whatever I want with my own body. I will donate my organs when I die. I will leave this body to my brother."

Wen Xiling's eyes began to turn red, "Then what is left for me?"

His shy deer-like eyes blinked in panic, his mouth was stiff and he didn't lose the slightest bit.

"What's left for you? You're so much older than me, you're an old-fashioned person who can't even accept tattoos, you're an old feudal born in the [-]s! Can you survive me?"

Wen Xiling almost broke his back teeth and raised his big hands as if out of control.

The oppressive feeling of the superior's decisive killing almost made her breathless. She had never seen him so angry before. She even lost the calm mask on her face. She was about to be beaten again. She was smart all her life. They are all used at this moment,

"I, I, I was wrong," she said shyly and incoherently, and used her thin hands to grab his big hand. The palm was so big. When he exercised on weekdays, his muscles were so strong that a slap could send her head flying!

"Husband, I don't know what I say, it's all nonsense!"

Shyly, he quickly lowered his head and said, "Is it okay if I leave my whole body to you? You live as long as a mountain stone, and your body is healthy and straight..."

Looking at him shyly, he still didn't soften his expression at all. His whole body was completely broken, half-kneeling on the back seat, his voice was crying,

"If you always have to spank me, I'd better spank you. There's so much meat, so I'd be really stupid if you hit me on the head!!!"

"My Beijing University admission letter! The tickets for the Nobel Prize banquet that I will get soon! Woohoo~"

"Even if I don't speak nicely, you can hit me three times at most and it won't really hurt. If it does, I, I, I..."

She shyly took out her phone and turned on the video.

"I called the police and you domestically assaulted me!"

The phone's camera was looking at Wen Xiling's face, it was complicated!

Anger is the most intense, mixed with love and regret, mixed with a bit of laughter and tears...

I don't know if she will be beaten with this look on her face. Anyway, I'll hug her hard first!

She stuffed herself into Wen Xiling's arms like a little ball of hair, and forced his raised hand along the hair, forcing him to hold her waist. Wen Xiling was manipulated by her like a toy puppet. It became a hugging position.

The big eyes were blinking, and the little deer eyes looked a bit begging for mercy and fawning.

Wen Xiling softened and ran his fingers through the long hair on her forehead. His fingertips did not even dare to touch the wound on her chest directly, and asked lovingly,

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah." He followed the stick when he beat the snake, and now he had to pretend to be a good boy.

"I'm afraid you'll be in pain. Besides, being shy should pierce my heart and your chest. What's the point?"

She puffed up her cheeks shyly, thinking he would like it...

This was originally her bargaining chip in exchange for him coming to work with her.

Unexpectedly, I almost got beaten.

A man’s heart is like a needle in the sea.

Wen Xiling rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Don't do anything that hurts yourself in the future, okay?"

Nodding shyly.

Wen Xiling held the little girl in his arms, the soft beige cardigan was lifted up, and the mimosa he drew himself bloomed on her chest like a green flower.

The graceful undulations of the chest add a touch of beauty to this tattoo, which makes people imagine.

It took almost half an hour to draw, and now I appreciate it carefully, and the more I look at it, the more perfect it becomes.

Even more perfect than his two-hour bird feathers.

The more Wen Xiling looked at it, the more he became obsessed with it.

The lips were slightly close, and the tip of the nose was sniffing gently. The slightest smell of blood was intertwined with the girl's natural cold fragrance, which was more intoxicating than the most alluring warm fragrance.

I hid shyly, but I couldn't escape after all.

The man's two cool lips touched the tattoo, and the slight pain instantly turned into a tingling current, which went back and forth in the body and reversed.

"Oh~" A charming gasp escaped from the corner of the mouth, making people's hearts tremble even more.

The tattoo on his chest was kissed all over by him, "Does it still hurt?"

He was too shy to open his mouth, for fear of making another embarrassing sound.

"So it still hurts?" Wen Xiling's iron arms held the little girl's waist, not allowing her to hide or escape.

The already hot lips fell again.

Xian was scalded by his warmth, and her neck tilted up uncontrollably, like a swan, with physiological tears filling her eyes.

That night, late at night, Wen Xiling was watching "Sleep" shyly and eagerly.

She was just a tattoo, and she had been tortured by him for so long!

He even spanked me!

It is not a woman to avenge this hatred!

After sleeping in the same bed for so long, Yan Yan knew Wen Xiling too well. Even though he looked very alert and defensive, Yazi actually...

Asleep, like a dead pig!

No matter how much he does, he won't find out!

then……

Wen Xiling, who was falling asleep, discovered...

His pajama pants…

Ahem, I got ripped off again...

The thin, seductive brushstrokes are like dragon and snake. When I took a shower the next day, it was very good...

He also has a mark from shyness...

On his tight waist were four simple and ugly characters written like primary school students' graffiti: My wife is shy.

It is relatively hidden, and it seems that it does not want to be discovered easily.

But it was written with a ballpoint pen, and it fell off after rubbing.

Wen Xiling smiled helplessly and put on a black shirt.

I had a meeting all morning, looked at the project plan, and listened to the project reports from my subordinates.

At noon, I took off my black shirt.

Put on a yellow coat.

Holding a yellow helmet with rabbit ears on the head, he fell into deep thought.

Do you really want to wear it?

If you don't wear it, you will be seen by the senior management of the Meng Group...

It’s not embarrassing enough!

Grit your teeth and put on your hat.

I tamed the little electric donkey for the first time and came downstairs to Yiye Media.

She shyly stood at the door waiting for him with a cup of coffee, handed him a cup of coffee, wiped his sweat, and put one hand into his clothes more neatly than when she entered the house.

Ah, the feeling of charging is so wonderful!

She raised her head shyly, closed her eyes, and looked intoxicated. At the end of the short 10 minutes, she felt satisfied. She stepped on her slender high heels and returned to the office.

He "studded" for half an hour, took off his yellow coat, put on his domineering suit again, took a Montblanc pen, and scolded his subordinates who were doing things poorly.

gas!

Wrong!

The dark cloudy low pressure in the Wen Group lasted for several days.

The CEO secretly changes his clothes every day to deliver meals to the intern secretaries of the companies affiliated to the Meng Group!

Outrageous!

The key point is that a person who makes and pours coffee is so busy that even within a few minutes of meeting at noon, Secretary Chen would call him back to do other things!

Wen Xiling's anger grew day by day. It was never his style to sit back and wait for death. He looked through the scope of work of Yiye Media and the annual statements disclosed to the public every year, and slowly came up with some ideas.

At noon, we met again in front of Yiyemen. He was surrounded by real takeaway guys who came to deliver food. He was the only one with empty hands. At first glance, he didn't look very serious.

I charged up shyly and was about to turn around and go back to work when I heard someone whispering next to me:

[Tsk, so my boyfriend is a takeaway guy? 】

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, last time I fished out a big diamond ring from the bathroom. I thought it was from a well-off family, but I didn’t expect that I found someone who was giving it away for sale? 】

[Hey, shy, if you ask your boyfriend to deliver food to us, will we be able to waive the delivery fee? 】

Some people even said to Wen Xiling arrogantly: "Yes, yes, go get me a cup of Starbucks." 】

There was no unnecessary expression on Wen Xiling's face, but she was so shy that she couldn't sit still for the first time!

"What's wrong with the food delivery guy? Are you just a guy playing with your cell phone?"

Pointing shyly at this sarcastic old man, he said that this man usually doesn't work, but relies on his seniority to sit at his workstation and check his cell phone every day.

"What about you? You're just a loser!"

The group of women who were picky about Wen Xiling were standing together, and they shyly attacked them together.

"And you, the poor tea drinker, and you, who asks for coffee when others ask for food. You drink three pots a day, and your teeth are all brown!"

Bashfully and angrily, he counted everyone down.

"Why do you think you are superior to others? Are you the ones who are truly superior? This is the identity given to you by this unit!"

Behind him are a group of blue knights and yellow knights. They are sweating under the scorching sun, holding meals one by one, and earning a little salary for their hard work.

"In terms of skills, what are your strengths? In terms of salary..."

I shyly glanced at the people around me, and then compared the pitiful monthly salary of two dan...

"In terms of salary, people earn more! I don't even get Beicheng's minimum wage here!"

"Then you can resign." President Meng's voice came over. .