I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 229 Wen Huaizhi's Jealousy
Bian Jichen's eyes were so dark that there were no other impurities, like water, like ice cubes, and the inside was as pale as white.

His emotional appearance appears peaceful, restrained, and disinterested.

However, the words that came out of his mouth were full of naked and frank possessiveness.

The cold appearance, the possessiveness in the eyes, the fusion of cold and hot, the contradiction is incompatible, and in this extreme contradiction, I saw his pair of silent eyes.

This is something Wen Huaizhi did not expect.

Bian Jichen's demeanor and calmness were beyond his expectations.

But, what made him even more unpredictable was.

When did Bian Jichen have such feelings for Jiang Chacha?
His feelings are the pure love of a teenager, with a naked boy's possessive desire for a girl, which makes this pureness no longer so pure.

The gentle smile in Wen Huaizhi's eyes faded away, and the contemptuous arc of his mouth also disappeared.

His face changed back to an almost gloomy expression.

He doesn't understand.

Why is it against the woman who is the vice president?

Why vice president?
His eyes darkened and turned into a blackness that was so dark that there were no spots of light.

He was expressionless.

He couldn't understand Bian Jichen's behavior.

He felt that the little mouse, the vice president, had no merits at all, and it was worth Bian Jichen's doing so.

In this long silence, Wen Huaizhi hung down, looking strangely at the girl in his arms.

This woman who caused a war without gunpowder smoke was now like a mute, her mouth was tightly closed, and now she dared not fart even when she usually bared her teeth at him.

Her eyes widened like this, looking at him.

He looked at her carefully.

He who always smiled hypocritically, now frowned.

Jiang Chacha felt that she was going to be scared to death tonight...

First, in the mountains, on the three roads, I met three different men. What's more, the time and place where I met the three men happened to be stuck nearby, which made her pick her feet in embarrassment and jumped up and down. What kind of life and death escape has been experienced.

And now...

Wen Huaizhi's cold eyes stuck to her again.

And Bian Jichen was right in front of him.

Ginger Chacha bit her lip.

Oh shit!What are these things!
Wen Huai only had a dozen or so seconds to look at her.

Say long and long, say short and short.

He quickly looked away, and his usual smile returned to his face.

He feels pity.

He didn't expect that anyone would be interested in a little mouse in the sewer.

The little mouse was crawling around in the dark and damp place, and its body was covered with a disgusting smell.

However, the man in front of him has a soft spot for little mice.

Wen Huaizhi held his lips and smiled.

Ignoring his arrogance, Bian Jichen reached out, and forcefully snatched the girl from his arms.

Although he was strong, the strength with which he took over and hugged Jiang Chacha was extremely light and steady.

Although Jiang Chacha seemed to be blown by a gust of breeze, she was lying in Bian Jichen's arms afterwards.

His body is not Wen Huaizhi's spicy and smoky woody fragrance, but warm like the sun, as if she is protected by a strong protection, and has the smell of the first snow melting on the earth.

Bian Jichen easily hugged her and adjusted her comfortable posture.

His figure is so big, it complements the small one in her arms, making her feel very safe.

After Bian Jichen glanced at her, he turned to Wen Huaizhi, "Thank you."

After speaking, he turned around and walked a few steps.The scene where he hugs her and walks under the street light has a Korean drama atmosphere.

Jiang Chacha hugged another man's neck.

No matter which man's arms she stayed in, she didn't dare to make a sound.

Jiang Chacha stopped when she noticed that he was walking.

Bian Jichen hugged her, turned sideways suddenly, and looked at Wen Huaizhi behind him with sharp eyes for no reason.

"But president, you seem to have made the vice president uncomfortable just now."

His eyes were indifferent.

"This doesn't seem to be in line with the president's usual philosophy of being a gentleman."

Wen Huaizhi watched him leave with Jiang Chacha in his arms without changing his expression.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared at the end of the mountain road that his face revealed a dark prey unknown to outsiders.

He stood there for a long time, touched his pocket, and endured it again.

He stood at the foot of the mountain and calmly glanced at the night in the mountain.

The shadow of prey in the eyebrows and eyes disappeared soon after it appeared.

He hooked his lips, suddenly enlightened.

He should have laughed at him.

It's pitiful and hateful to have pity on a damned little mouse.

His brows were stretched, and he walked all the way back to the summer resort. When he entered the apartment, he smiled gently at everyone all the way. The luster in his eyes and the slightly raised eyebrows made him look very happy now.

A girl who had a crush on him in the living room on the first floor saw him come back, and immediately ran over with the cat in her arms.

She looked at him admiringly and a little shyly.

"President! This is the kitten I picked up in the mountains, isn't it cute?"

Wen Huaizhi stopped and looked at the orange cat that was leisurely walking over and snuggling up to his feet.

The cats in the mountains are very spiritual.Even the hair has an aura of luster.

He squatted down, stretched out his generous hands, not only pamperingly rubbed its cat head, but also gave it a gentle massage. Soon, the wild cat squinted its eyes comfortably, and its nose was slightly tingling. Shallow voice.

"President, you really like small animals!"

In the voice of the girl's hint of liking, Wen Huaizhi smiled, said goodbye to her gentlemanly, then turned around and got on the elevator, and returned to his room.

After the door was closed, like the dim tone of the unlit room, his face darkened instantly visible to the naked eye.

He didn't even turn on the light, he went straight into the bathroom, turned on the faucet suddenly, and frantically washed and rubbed his hands, as if he wanted to wash his hands off a layer of skin.

Water droplets splashed onto his narrow-rimmed glasses.

He didn't know how many times he washed it before he stopped. In his eyes, it was like the ebb tide of the sea, returning to calm.

He went back to the living room where the lights were off and sat on the sofa.

He took out a cigarette, squeezed it between his fingers, and took a puff. The gentle eyes under the glasses closed slightly again.

The cold room with no lights on is like the peaceful blue mood at the moment.

The smoke lingering between his fingers rose slowly, and then blurred his brows and eyes, forming a noble and mysterious barrier.

However, his restraint and calmness, the next second he smelled the fragrance sticking to his shirt, collapsed beyond belief.

In addition to the smell of smoke, he also caught a cold fragrance from the smoke.

Faint, but very strong presence.

It was the cold fragrance of roses that stained his clothes when she was lying in his arms.

He thought of Bian Jichen's hand grabbing Jiang Chacha from his arms.

The tyranny before the wind and rain flashed across the eyes of the originally noble and elegant man, he broke the thin cigarette in his hand, and the coffee table in the living room was suddenly kicked hard, and the glass teacup on the table was shaking , with a snap, it shattered.

Wen Huaizhi was arched, his forehead was firmly propped up with both hands, his fingers were sunk deep in his black hair.

His brows and eyes were almost distorted, and his pupils were frighteningly black.

I don't know why, the scene where Bian Jichen hugged her and left was like a thorn in his brain's sensitive nerves and his eyes.

(End of this chapter)