Wild man picked up

When Rong Baichuan returned to the car, Wen Yuan just stubbed out a cigarette end, he turned on the ignition with a calm expression, stepped on the gas pedal and left the shopping mall.Rong Baichuan didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head and fiddle with his newly bought mobile phone.

Having nothing to say all the way, he let himself collapse on the sofa as soon as he entered the house, Rong Baichuan closed the door, and gently put down the shopping bag.Wen Yuan on the sofa was pale, his lips were not as dark as before, and his brows were full of exhaustion.

On the sofa was the quilt he left when he slept yesterday, which was neatly folded, and Wen Yuan's head was pillowed high, so naturally it was impossible to really fall asleep.His cerebral cortex was still active, repeatedly flashing the scenes of Nie Fanxing having sex with others.

Every scene is different, and every sexual object is completely different.

Wen Yuan put the back of her hand over her eyes, not understanding how she had expected such a man in the first place.Is it because I have been alone for too long... or because I have been too tired for the past few years?

It would be a good thing for the Wen family if he could marry the Nie family, and it would be even better for Wen Yuan. He could even use Nie Fanxing's hand to take back his own things.

But now, I can no longer hold on to hope.

There was a clang clang clang clang sound from the kitchen, Rong Baichuan seemed to be preparing dinner, he wanted to ask if he should order takeaway, but he swallowed the words again.

Wen Yuan took a breath and made a decision.

It is urgent to break off the engagement with Nie Fanxing.He took out his mobile phone, found the photos he took today, and at the same time, he also found the photos he took in the swimming pool last time.

The time difference between these two photos is less than half a month. Wen Yuan has been very busy since returning to China. The first time he saw Nie Fanxing having a tryst with someone, he thought it was dizziness. Things, even being able to react and take photos at the first time, is quite an improvement.

He sent the two photos together to Nie Fanxing's father's cell phone, and after pressing the send button, Wen Yuan lay down again.

As soon as Nie Fanxing stepped into the elevator of Wen Yuan's apartment, his cell phone rang, and Father Nie asked, "Where are you now?"

"I... I am with Yuanyuan."

"Wish?" Father Nie sneered, "You still dare to lie, come back to me right now!!"

"Dad, I have a serious business with Yuan Yuan, now we are in love, what are you doing?"

"Nie Fanxing!" Father Nie's voice suddenly rose, "I give you 10 minutes to get home, otherwise I'll give you a family law!"

The elevator door opened with a ding, and Father Nie hung up the phone. Nie Fanxing looked at the door of Wenyuan's room, weighed it for a moment, and decided to coax Wenyuan first. He strode over and rang the doorbell.

Wen Yuan's eyes fell on the monitor in front of the door with disgust, and no one answered the doorbell, Nie Fanxing was a little anxious.He was afraid of his father, but he felt that he had to explain to Wen Yuan: "Baby... Baby, can you open the door? I was wrong, I know I was wrong, and I promise it will never happen again, I swear!"

He raised his hand towards the monitor and said, "A Yuan, I know you can see it, can you forgive me?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at the time on the dial, torn between waiting for Wen Yuan to open the door and going home to meet Lao Tzu.

"I promise to completely sever ties with those people, wish, you believe me, I will never be like this after marriage! You just treat me... I am a scum! I am ignorant, please forgive me this time, I will definitely take responsibility after marriage!"

Rong Baichuan turned over the shredded meat in the pot, listened to the movement outside, frowned more and more tightly, subconsciously went to hear the wish, he had already got up from the sofa, with earphones on his ears, leaning on the bar counter, pouring red wine, his waist Limbs are still dangling with the rhythm of the music.

A few minutes passed, and if he didn't go downstairs quickly, he might not be able to go home, Nie Fanxing finally gave up, turned around and left quickly.

Wen Yuan caught a glimpse of this scene and put down the earphones.

There was a faint smell of curry from the kitchen. The man brought up the pasta and said, "There are no more ingredients."

Wen Yuan picked up his chopsticks and sat down. The work of the past few years has made him no longer pay attention to rituals when eating, as long as he can eat enough.

"Buy some fresh food online, and it should be delivered today." Wen Yuan said, then took out his phone and entered the food delivery app, raised his hand and threw it to Rong Baichuan: "If there is anything you want to eat, you can buy it yourself."

He was sucking on the noodles, and the red wine in the glass was poured into his mouth as a drink, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his cheeks were flushed.Rong Baichuan went to look at the fresh bar on the phone, hesitantly said: "I'm in charge?"

He is staying here now, and he has already prepared his ID card and is going to live in the staff dormitory after he gets it. He is willing to let him buy groceries, could it be...

Wen Yuan rested her chin, her eyes were red, and her lips were dyed again: "Aren't you a bodyguard? You don't want to protect me personally?"

Rong Baichuan licked his lips, but before answering, Wen Yuan said again: "It's a grievance to let you sleep on the sofa."

"That's not what I meant..." Wen Yuan's hand suddenly covered his. That hand was spotless and white, with a soft palm. Wen Yuan said, "Baichuan, I need you... in every way."

These words clearly mean something.

Rong Baichuan froze, and reflexively withdrew his hand, picked up the wine that Wen Yuan had poured for him, and put it to his lips.

The empty wine glass was put back on the table, the man's eyes turned dark gray under the refraction of the light, Wen Yuan held his chin, and said softly: "Nie Fanxing came to apologize, I don't want to listen, with his temperament, I'm sure They will block me in various ways, and may treat me in a rough way.”

The man lowered his eyes and squeezed the wine glass slightly.

Wen Yuan sighed, poured the wine again, Rong Baichuan reached out to stop his hand: "Don't drink too much, or you will have a headache tomorrow."

"I have a headache right now." Wen Yuan scolded, "I picked you up and gave you food and shelter, but you still think my house is small?"

Where is this word?Rong Baichuan said: "I'm just worried that it will affect your reputation."

Wen Yuan asked, "Do you think my reputation is more important, or my safety?"

"..."

"As you can see, I have made many enemies in the company. If I am alone, will they use any means to deal with me?"

Rong Baichuan said in a deep voice: "I will do my job well."

Wen wished for him, a smile slowly bloomed at the corner of his mouth, he put down his wine glass and ate noodles obediently.Rong Baichuan lowered his eyes and added the fresh vegetables he needed to the shopping cart.

A bowl of noodles was almost enough, Wen Yuan poured down the wine in the cup and asked, "Is the order ready?"

"En." Rong Baichuan pushed the phone over, and Wen Yuan had already spoken: "Payment password, 251203."

He rested his chin with drunken eyes, and his cheeks became more flushed, as if a drunken goblin was deliberately seducing: "The initials of the wishes are ranked, and the birthday is added, remember?"

Rong Baichuan lowered his head to enter the password, concealed his rolling Adam's apple, picked up the two people's dinner plates and put them into the dishwasher.

He supported the sink with deep eyes.

He felt that his whole body was burning hot, the fire in his lower abdomen was burning silently, and his screaming organs were testing the edge of reason.

What is Wen Yuan doing?They had only known each other for a day.

Walking out of the kitchen, Wen Yuan had disappeared.The door of the bedroom was closed and it was a place he could not invade. Rong Baichuan rubbed his forehead and went into the bathroom to wash.

Wen Yuan, who had been washed clean, climbed onto the bed limply, her skin rubbed against the soft quilt, making one feel happy.

Wen Yuan caressed another pillow beside her, and closed her eyes.He is not a person who is willing to let go, if Nie Fanxing has a stain, then he will kick it away, even if it is lonely beside the pillow.

The older he gets, the more he wants a stable and safe life, but Nie Fanxing can't give it to him.

He may not be as safe as a penis.

The conscientious fresh food delivery man knocked on the door around eleven o'clock. The man put the ingredients in the refrigerator, went back to the sofa and lay down, subconsciously glanced at the closed bedroom door, hesitated for a moment, and rushed to the warm room. Milk came and knocked on the door.

It's easy to fall asleep while drinking alcohol, but after the alcohol wears off, it's easy to lose sleep in the middle of the night. He said: "I made milk to help sleep."

"Oh, come in."

The door was easily pushed open, the young man bulged into a small bag under the quilt, Rong Baichuan put down the milk and left quickly.

The door closed, Wen Yuan poked his head to look curiously, and laughed twice.

Although the sofa is not small, it is a bit cramped for a big man to lie down on. Even though he drank milk, Wen Yuan still woke up in the middle of the night, and when he went out to pour water, he saw the wronged sleeping position of the man.

Wen Yuan's house has three rooms, two of which have been converted into a study room and a utility room. In fact, he doesn't have many sundries, but he just throws them all together because he is too lazy to tidy them up.

After drinking the water, Wen Yuan thought about finding someone to clean it up tomorrow, so he went back to the room.Awakened by the smell of soy milk in the morning, he looked at the ceiling and felt more and more that this man picked a good pick, which made him feel the so-called 'home' that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Walking out, he said with a smile on his face, "Good morning."

"Good morning." The man was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. After Wen Yuan washed his face, he leaned over and poked his head inside the door: "Wow, you are so skilled in your movements, it seems that you are cooking a lot at home?"

Rong Baichuan felt that he could learn everything quickly.

However, there was an element of narcissism in these words. He lost his memory, so he was embarrassed to say it, so he said, "Maybe I used to be a cook."

Wen Yuan touched his chin and said, "Maybe it's a bodyguard."

Rong Baichuan smiled, and fished out the small golden fried dough sticks from the pot, Wen Yuan was amazed to see: "You can actually make fried dough sticks."

"It's in the recipe."

After the breakfast was served, Wen Yuan couldn't wait to take a bite of the deep-fried dough sticks. It was crispy in the mouth but very soft inside. He couldn't help squinting: "Why do you seem to know everything?"

"Probably changed jobs a lot."

Wen Yuan nodded repeatedly, buried her head in drinking soy milk, thought that the kitchen utensils at home were finally not covered with dust, licked her lips and sighed: "You can do everything like this, so I can't bear you to leave."

Rong Baichuan bent his lips, thinking of one thing: "Did you help me find relatives online?"

Wen Yuan took another bite of the fritters, rolled his eyes left and right, and said, "Hmm... I found it, how can there be news so soon."

Knowing that Rong Baichuan has the ability to manage the company, Wen Yuan naturally couldn't let him go so easily, so the post couldn't be done for the time being. The guilty eyes met the man's gray eyes, which seemed to have the ability to see everything, and completely wiped out all the small things in his heart. Received it.

Wen Yuan pursed her lips, slammed her chopsticks, raised her chin to prepare for the villain to complain first, and glared at him fiercely: "Look, what are you looking at? Don't you want to repay your favor?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Si: Finding my family and repaying my kindness does not conflict with me...

Wish: Don't think I don't know what you're thinking?villain!Son of a bitch!ungrateful!You just want to give up!

Director General: ... (raises white flag)

My own wife wants to be pampered even on her knees.