I stick with the villain to extend my life

The illness came like a mountain, and almost instantly, Xian's legs and waist were completely out of control.

The only thing that was flexible at the moment was the hand that wiped oil on Wen Xiling's chest before leaving.

At the last moment, Yan Yan could only hug the money box tightly with both hands, and completely lost control and fell into the trash can.

Endless numbness, soreness, and the darkness of the deep sea swallowed her up completely.

I couldn't move, I couldn't see, I could barely hear some faint sounds.

He was as shy as fish on the chopping board, without any ability to resist.

She didn't know how long it took, she even fell asleep in a daze, when she suddenly heard...

Someone is lifting the manhole cover!

Ah, someone is coming!

Who is he?Good guys and bad guys?Any luck?

At the last moment when she was able to control her body, Yan Yan hugged the box tightly. If she wanted to take the box, she would definitely need to open her hand.

She was shy and could only bet that the person who came to pick up the box was a child of luck. As long as she touched it, her hands would move!

Only when you can move can you have some hope!

Shyly looking forward to yet anxious in my heart...

I vaguely heard someone laughing and saying in a nonchalant way,

"Boss, one for one?"

Someone laughed and echoed, "I heard from Gu Lao Er that it's the boss's little plaster, and it's very clingy."

She felt the box in her hand being tugged, and then, shyly, she smelled a warm, clean breath.

This breath was so familiar, and it didn't take long before he shyly fell into a broad and cold embrace, including the person and the suitcase.

Wisps of warmth flowed into the curves of the legs and back, and half of the body was pressed closely against his chest. Wherever they touched, warmth surged, and the hair grew wildly.

If it were before, I would have been so excited that I was so shy, and it would have been like a little plaster.

But now-

Why is he here?

How did he know this trading location?

Is he the one who blackmailed Chen Yu?

The blackmail started when she was hit, so was he also involved in the brutal murder of her alone?

My shy body tensed up, and I tried my best to just hope that I could touch him as little as possible!

Why was God so cruel to her? She was an orphan and terminally ill. She thought she could live a healthy and normal life by marrying a perfect charger. How could she expect——

Everything is a scam!

This gentle and charming young man is also a liar!

I feel so shy and sad, and my heart is pouring with rain.

The world collapsed in a desperate way, pressing her under the rubble...

"What is this sound?" Wen Xiling's voice suddenly came over.

Shy: [Woo, heartbreaking sound! ! ! 】

Wen Xiling stopped, and a group of people gathered around, all talking,

"Didi Didi, which one of you has an alarm clock?"

"It seems to be coming from the boss..."

"No, it's the little plaster..."

Yan Yan suddenly woke up from despair. Wen Xiling's voice was particularly gentle, but with a bit of tension, and she said to Yan Yan like a coaxing child,

"Be good, give me the box."

“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep—”

Everyone's faces changed!

Wen Xiling's big hand tightly grasped Xian's hand and snatched the box she was hugging tightly, and the people around her rushed forward.

With a "click", the box was opened.

Sure enough, a bomb.

Everyone panicked instantly, and they were too shy to care about despair. It was one thing to be sad, but it was another thing to be killed!

The only thing she could do now was hug Wen Xiling tightly like a koala.

Brother, hurry up and recharge your batteries, otherwise she won’t be able to run far! ! !

Wen Xiling was originally the one who wanted to steal money, so he bought one and got one free, so he had to take Yan Yan back and forget it. Unexpectedly, Chen Yu, who looked stupid and was ruthless at heart, actually set off a bomb!

Wen Xiling pulled Mianba behind him who was hugging him tightly, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, squatting on the ground to study the bomb carefully.

drop by drop...

The time is coming soon. When he was thrown into the killer organization abroad, he had defused countless bombs. This bomb looked quite unique...

He could see his delicate eyebrows slightly wrinkled, holding a cigarette at an angle. The moon was sinking at midnight, and the smoke was lingering. The pretended warmth seemed to be slowly peeling off, and the whole person was as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

There are only three seconds left on the clock. Everyone holds their breath and shyly plans an escape route——

He suddenly stood up, moved his long legs slightly, raised his left foot,

"Crack" sound...

Stepped on the whole bomb...

Shy: "..."

The whole world seemed to be ringing with a busy tone. He was shy and didn't know where he got the strength. He hugged Wen Xiling's waist and dragged him back three steps, and finally sat down on the ground like a heavy weight.

Panting and sweating...

The bomb didn't explode.

It was like a child's toy, crushed by his foot...

Are you kidding? Beicheng is a society governed by the rule of law. How could he really be allowed to get any technology or ruthless work?

That bluffing bomb was probably something he found on Baidu and made his own by himself.

"Boss, are you okay?" A man with yellow hair was the most concerned about him and was the first to rush over to ask.

Wen Xiling shook his head, and Huang Mao quickly knelt down and asked shyly,

"Xiao Gao—ahem...are you okay?"

He touched his face shyly, ah, it was intact!

She breathed a sigh of relief, shook her head, and planned to stand up.

But her legs were so scared that they were paralyzed. She tried hard for a long time, but still failed.

Huang Mao was kind-hearted and took the initiative to help her. He shyly hugged the pillar-like thing next to him as if he was hiding in mourning, and waved to Huang Mao repeatedly.

Don't, don't come over. She has only been charging for a few seconds. If she encounters a loser, would she turn into a vegetative state on the spot? Do you believe it?

"Oh~" Huang Mao cooed, "It turns out that little plaster only likes to hug the boss's thigh!"

Only then did she realize shyly, ah, she had been holding Wen Xiling's thigh since she fell just now...

I had never noticed before that his legs were straight and well-proportioned, and you could feel the smooth muscles under the thin skin...

huh...

好害羞！(?7?1?7?0?6?3?7?0)

The cigarette butt in Wen Xiling's hand turned into a firefly and disappeared into the night sky. He lowered his eyes and asked shyly,

"Can I go?"

Shaking his head shyly.

"How to go back?"

Pointing at him shyly, "I want you to carry..."

"I am prematurely aged and have no strength in my hands. Are you not afraid of falling?"

He blinked his big eyes shyly.

Being emboldened comes out of nowhere.

Wen Xiling was quite irritated. He thought he could get Chen Yu's 1000 million, but unexpectedly it turned into a broken toy.

His disguise as a modest gentleman finally showed some cracks. He picked up Xian and held him in his arms with a lazy smile on his lips.

"It's all gone."

A group of people were about to leave, but they heard him say lightly behind him,

"She's not a little plaster," he dragged her butt, and the poor little idiot fell asleep in his arms after a long day of exhaustion.

"She's a little plant."