Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

With the life she owed to the Shen family and the tenderness Shen Bihan had given her, Wen Muxi thought that even if he killed her one day, she would not complain or hate him.

But at the moment, she really hated this man. She suddenly appeared when she decided to start over, and one foot disturbed all her precipitation in the past year.

Let her know that even if she is afraid again, her heart will still beat for him.

She hated the sudden appearance of Shen Bihan, and she hated herself who would feel her heart again because of his appearance.

After escaping into the taxi and reporting the name of the community, Wen Muxi shrunk his legs and pressed his hands on the position of the mouth of his heart, like a fish stranded on the beach, gasping for breath, but he always felt that he couldn't breathe.

"Beauty, are you okay?" the driver looked back and said with concern: "there is a hospital nearby. Do you need me to take you there?"

Wen Muxi waved his hand and couldn't even lift his head. After a long time, he said, "I've made an old mistake. I'll be fine after a rest."

"OK, you must make a noise if you need it, but don't be afraid of trouble." the driver's uncle asked again when he saw her frighteningly pale face.

The concern of strangers made Wen Muxi recall Shen Bihan's cold and indifferent back in the cemetery. Obviously, he couldn't breathe the atmosphere, but Wen Muxi couldn't help pulling up the corners of his lips and laughing sarcastically.

He kept warning his heart that he was beating again because of Shen Bihan's appearance.

Don't believe him.

No matter what he says, don't believe him.

It will be doomed

After half an hour's drive, Wen Muxi finally adjusted his state a little when he finally returned to the apartment building.

"Girl, why don't you call your family down to pick you up?" the driver said uneasily when he took the money.

After thanking the driver, Wen Muxi declined the driver's kindness and took the change into the apartment building.

When entering the elevator to press the floor, Wen Muxi suddenly found that she didn't even pay attention to the number of floors she lived in. She came downstairs. She didn't know where she lived with the key. She just went back more and more.

Thinking of Shen Bihan's words, Wen Muxi smiled at herself and returned to the hall on the first floor of the apartment. She didn't call Hua Jun, but sat on the sofa in the rest area quietly waiting for him to pick her up when he came back.

It was not until the sun began to fall to the West and Wen Muxi was almost asleep that he heard Hua Jun's voice in a trance.

"Little guy?"

With an uncertain tone, Wen Muxi even had a kind of unreal illusion. Even when she looked up at the person standing in front of her in front of the sun, she still couldn't distinguish reality from illusion.

She opened her mouth and wanted to call Huajun's name. She didn't know whether she had made a sound until Huajun came up and took her cold hand. The temperature from her fingertips finally made her find a bit of reality.

"How do you sit downstairs?" Hua Jun asked her with a smile after hiding the surprise in his eyes.

Wen Muxi, who just recovered his sense of reality, saw only that Hua Jun was still smiling. He didn't notice the difference just now. When he stood up, he instinctively leaned his head against Hua Jun's shoulder, looking like a wounded little animal instinctively seeking comfort.

After half a ring, he said wrongfully, "I forgot which floor and number we live on."

"You are a little confused."

Huajun couldn't help laughing. After his other hand comfortingly patted her shoulder, he tightened the hand holding her and led her into the elevator. Then he pressed the number of 21 floors.

While waiting for the elevator to rise, Wen Muxi suddenly saw his present appearance from the elevator mirror.

The woman in the mirror image looked at her like a ghost. Her cheeks and lips were as pale as paper, without any blood color, and even whiter than the moon white dress. Just when her eyes scanned several red or purple kiss marks on her neck and chest, Wen Muxi couldn't help shaking.

She subconsciously looked at Huajun from the mirror. He took her hand and stood on her side. He still had that signature smile on his face. His squinted blue eyes couldn't see her happiness and anger at all.

Wen Muxi thought that she should give Huajun an explanation, but she didn't expect a reasonable explanation until the elevator reached the 21st floor and Huajun led her out of the elevator.

Hua Jun took her hand and opened the door with fingerprint identification. He smiled and told, "21st floor, No. 2102, do you remember this time?"

Looking at Hua Jun's smile unchanged, he still didn't mean to ask. His eyes, like seeing nothing, stunned Wen Muxi. For a time, he didn't understand what the numbers in his mouth meant.

Hua Jun pointed to the house number with a jade folding fan and ordered it twice. Looking at her still confused eyes, she finally sighed helplessly.

"You're a little confused," he said, reaching out and hugging her. "But it doesn't matter if you don't remember where your home is. No matter where you are, just call me and I'll pick you up anytime and anywhere."

The seed named guilt took root in wenmuxi's heart. The more gentle Huajun was to her, the more she felt guilty. The more she felt that there was still a shadow of that person in her heart, and her selfishness occupied the good that should not belong to her.

"Lord Hua..."

Wen Muxi was ready to refuse frankly. He didn't even say anything in his mouth. The jade folding fan was pressed on her lips to prevent her from saying those words.

After entering the house, closing the door and taking Wen Muxi to the sofa to sit down, Huajun took the initiative to open his mouth.

"Shen Bihan is still looking for it, isn't he?"

“……”

The words of the affirmative sentence are obviously that he already knows, so Wen Muxi lowered his head and didn't know how to answer.

"It's been a year. I thought what I did could make you a little souvenir. Now as soon as he appeared, are you going to judge me as a loser?"

Wen Muxi wanted to explain, but when she looked up at the blue eyes with sadness, what finally came out of her mouth was still: "I'm sorry."

She thought she could occupy Huajun's tenderness selfishly, but

At the moment when Shen Bihan appeared, she clearly realized that no matter what he did, she still had Shen Bihan in her heart. No, it can even be said that her heart has always been there.

Feelings and love are different after all.

In this way, she is so qualified to occupy and enjoy another person's pure tenderness and love.

Hua Jun smiled on his face when he heard the speech: "if the little guy is apologizing because he can't respond to my feelings, I won't accept a word."

"..." Wen Muxi was silent again.

Hua Jun's slender fingers gently outlined the radian on her cheek, which was designed and formulated by him. There was more helplessness on her smiling face: "did you forget how painful it was so soon?"