Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 195 Shooting Your Heart (23)

Hearing this, Bai Shaoche looked up at Minghe, seeing that he really didn't mean to blame him, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He hastily bid farewell to the fans and turned off the live broadcast.

After apologizing again, Bai Shaoche left with a blush on his face.

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Here, Wen Ye is holding the phone, his bony fingers move from time to time.

The girl's v-letter did not upload a picture, and there were two simple and straightforward words next to the square shape.

Ming Cen.

Very cool style.

The tip of his tongue slowly pushed out the name, and he stared at the sentence "You have added Ming Cen, now you can chat", and some anxious heartbeats rang in his ears.

In fact, Wen Ye doesn't often use V-mails. He has an email address for work matters. In private, few people dare to ask him for V-mails. Moreover, if he is a very familiar friend, he usually calls him directly if something happens, which is more convenient. .

Wen Ye felt that all the anxiety in his life was given to this little old-fashioned.

When he broke his face with Wen Jue and left alone from that cold as hell home, he did not hesitate in every step he took.

After more than ten years of intrigue and deceit, he has never been afraid of anything, gambled his life, or gone crazy.

Beneath the well-fitting and expensive suit is a bloodthirsty and terrifying beast.

But now he has to admit that this ferocious beast has obediently hid all its minions in front of one person.

It was something he hadn't thought of, but it was also an unexpected surprise.

The food in the lunch box next to him has already been eaten by the man, even though most of it is food that he would never touch before.

The words in the dialog box were typed and deleted, deleted and typed again.

Obviously there are many things I want to say to her, but I can't say the first sentence no matter what.

After spending a few minutes like this, a question mark suddenly came from the other side.

Wen Ye straightened his back in an instant, held his mobile phone tightly with both hands, and after a few seconds of short-circuiting his brain, he finally sent out the first sentence.

Wen: Good afternoon.

Ming Cen: ...

After a string of ellipsis, the other party quickly sent another sentence: You typed for a long time just to say hello to me at noon?

The gymnasium's players' lounge.

Ming Cen wiped his dripping hair with a towel in one hand, and held his mobile phone in the other.

Thinking that the man on the opposite side might still be at the recording site and it would be inconvenient to listen to the voice, Ming Cen typed word by word into the dialogue box patiently.

Ming Cen: Did you obediently eat all the food?
The phrase "the other party is typing" appeared again. After more than ten seconds, Wen Ye took a photo and sent it.

The lunch box was eaten clean, Ming Cen showed a slight smile in satisfaction, and when he was about to reply, another message came from the other side.

Wen: I've finished eating, thank you auntie for me. [love]
Ming Cen's eyelids twitched fiercely: "..."

Ming Cen:?
Ming Cen: Auntie?
Ming Cen: Wenye, do you have the ability to tell me again? ?Is your mouth itchy again?
The man opposite seemed to panic: ... Isn't this the lunch box that my aunt asked the bodyguard to bring over?
Mingcen: ...The bodyguard told you she was an aunt?
Wen: No, I’m talking about Mr. Ming.

Ming Cen: So, you think my mother gave it to me? ? ?

Those three conspicuous question marks conveyed Ming Cen's anger to Wen Ye well.

Before Wen Ye had time to explain, the news from the other side came again.

Ming Cen: Wen Ye, you should go to the hospital to have your brain hole stitched up.

Mingcen: If you know a little bit about me, you will know that my parents passed away very early.

(End of this chapter)