Mistakenly spoiling a hundred billion little sweet wife

Wen Mengxin and Yan Yechen had nothing to say all the way.

On the way, Wen Mengxin received a call from Zhou Qiaoqiao.

The moment Wen Mengxin's phone rang, the man who was sitting still squinted over.

"Hey, Qiaoqiao, I have something urgent to go back. I'll wait for you at the milk tea shop in the old place later."

Wen Mengxin didn't want to go back with Yan Yechen, but fortunately Qiaoqiao called in time, and she planned to tell her what happened in the past two days when they met.

"Assistant K, let me get off at the traffic light at the next intersection. I have something to talk to my little sister."

After Wen Mengxin finished speaking in a low voice, she glanced at the man beside her from the corner of her eye.

Ah K was also tensed by the oppressive atmosphere behind him. He didn't dare to look back when the music was playing all the way just now.

Hearing Wen Mengxin's words now, he glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror.

Seeing that the cold-looking BOSS did not speak, he nodded and agreed: "Okay."

"I have something to do with Qiaoqiao, you can go to work first, I will go home on time." Wen Mengxin said to the man in the car when she got out of the car.

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly got out of the car in that powerful aura.

After getting off the car, Wen Mengxin let out a long sigh of relief.

She hardly dared to look back.

Yan Yechen was too suffocating.

"Boss, shall we go back to the company?" Asked Ah K who was waiting for the red light.

"Turn around, face to face."

Ah K:? ?

Although he was puzzled, he didn't dare to say or ask.

Wen Mengxin entered an old milk tea shop, and sat in a familiar seat by the window in the corner as usual.

When she looked up and looked outside, the car had already started, and Wen Mengxin didn't care.

On the opposite road, Yan Yechen's black car in the green belt was parked at the side. Looking from inside the car, his eyes narrowed slightly for an instant, and his face twisted.

What is she laughing at?
Yan Yechen pretended to be straightening his cuffs, staring at the past with his deep eyes.

Why don't you even look at it now, don't say a word, and your face is still so cold?
Ah K was puzzled!

He who has never been in love is really distressed.

"Drive over." Yan Yechen was silent for a while, before speaking to Ak.

"Ah? Oh." Ak didn't dare to say more, and went around the car again.

When Yan Yechen got out of the car, his eyes seemed to be glued to Wen Mengxin's little face behind the glass.

"Young Madam, what a coincidence, we are also going to have a drink, and we can take you back later." Ah K said respectfully from behind.

Yan Yechen found a seat next to the table without saying a word.

Wen Mengxin was sitting in the farthest corner, and her facial features were delicate and delicate, her baby fat face, and her cherry blossom-like red lips were full and rosy, which was extra alluring.But the smile on his face froze instantly when he saw Yan Yechen.

Yan Yechen glanced sideways at the woman, and when he looked away, his black eyes were calm, but he didn't care as much as he seemed.

"Bang." With a sound, Yan Yechen's hand accidentally touched the table.

The table seemed unsteady, and he reached out to steady it.

After stabilizing himself, he lifted his clothes and took a look at his bloody white shirt, his face was a little cold.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

The man suddenly tore off the gauze, not at all nervous.

Instantly, the arm began to ooze blood.

Wounds are being made on the wounds, and normal people are terrified when they look at them.

But Yan Yechen acted like nothing happened.

Wen Mengxin was taken aback by him!
"You don't want your hands anymore." Wen Mengxin was frightened by him.

She got up and grabbed his wrist with her small hands, staring at the man with her beautiful eyes.

The atmosphere seemed to be getting weird.

Wen Meng was angry, but Said Yechen's cold expression became relaxed.

The frowning brows stretched out, watching the little woman worrying about herself, his other hand covered the little hand on his wrist.

"You're nervous about me."

Hesitating on one side, Ah K was stunned, the boss must be living in a dream!
Yan Yechen looked extremely serious.

His deep eyes stared at Wen Mengxin.

Because he cared, the strength in his hand was extra heavy.

Originally, he didn't feel it, so naturally he didn't know how strong he was.

Wen Mengxin's hand turned red when she pinched it.

"I just don't want to see blood!" Wen Mengxin murmured to him, then shook off his hand.

Then he walked out and packed his bags.

She is used to wearing gauze and anti-inflammatory potions on her body, because sometimes she bumps accidentally at school.

As soon as I took out these things, Qiaoqiao called over there.

"Hey, Xinxin, I have something to do here. The screenwriter has to change the script temporarily. I may not be able to make it through. You can take a taxi and go back. I'll be looking for you at night."

"Huh? Change the script?" Wen Mengxin glanced at the man who was sitting there quietly with blood oozing from his arm.

"Okay, you are busy first." Wen Meng replied heartily.

After hanging up the phone, she glanced at Yan Yechen.

"This thing is for you, you can use it yourself, I'm going back."

"Just right, on the way." After Yan Yechen finished speaking, he stood up.

"Master, young mistress." Ah K stood by the car and waited quietly.

Wen Mengxin had no choice but to think of the road to his house...

She bit the bullet and packed her things to follow.

When I got into the car, I took out the gauze and the medicine bottle.

Yan Yechen then entered here.

Ah K closed the car door.

"Stretch out your hand."

Speaking of Yechen, he was not angry at all, and stretched out his hand obediently.

Sit up straight, pull the tie to the side, and unbutton the shirt with one hand.

Seeing Wen Mengxin who lowered her head and carefully applied medicine to her palm.

Gently breathing on the arm, soft, with a warm feeling.

Wen Mengxin looked at the mottled wound, the red flesh and blood were brought out by a whole scab, and a scar that was almost healed was torn open by him.

Bloody feeling.

Especially shocking.

Ordinary people will definitely feel pain when they are injured like this, but this girl didn't even frown, as if it wasn't his hand that was hurt.

In Wen Mengxin's originally speechless heart, thinking about the feelings and perceptions he had lost, it was actually quite pitiful.

Slowly becoming gentle from unwillingness.

Instead of treating him as an outlier, it made me feel even more distressed.

The cold and numb hands gradually became sensitive.

The little woman has long eyelashes flickering, her pretty facial features are calm and elegant.

The serious appearance is like that beautiful sentence.

The most is the tenderness of bowing his head.

Use a cotton swab to smear the small bottle of anti-inflammatory lotion, then apply a layer of ointment, and then slowly wrap a layer of white gauze again.

A delicate bow was tied at the end.

"All right."

"If you mess around in the future, chop it up, you won't feel anything anyway." Wen Mengxin put away her things.

Neatly put it on the first layer of the bag, neatly put away the blood-stained gauze that was taken off, wrapped it in a tissue, and put it at the foot.

Yan Yechen looked at the childish bow in his hand, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised.