Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

Wen Muxi's life can be described as in deep water and hot water almost every day under the various oppressive training of Huajun.

As for the issue of emotional belonging, after missing the opportunity, Wen Muxi didn't know how to talk to him more and more.

Day after day, that guilt and guilt did not disappear with time, but accumulated more and more.

But even so, Wen Muxi didn't dare to be distracted during training.

She is already sorry for Hua Jun, and naturally she doesn't dare to make him more angry.

Just before long, Wen Muxi couldn't help being distracted, because she found Shen Bihan missing.

Since the last time he came to her and gave her his own music box, nearly half a month later, Shen Bihan had no news at all.

The man seemed to evaporate from the world and did not appear in her life again.

Even let her can't help but have a feeling that he wanted to understand, so he regretted it, or he just made an old mistake again, so he deliberately came and teased her again.

Compared with the two situations, Wen Muxi actually wants him to be the first.

At least... She can be happy for him.

When Wen Muxi was thinking, the rest time after lunch set by Hua Jun was over.

"Flower girl, have you had a good rest?" Huajun went to the sofa and looked at her with a smile.

"I said I wasn't ready. Will you let me go today?" Wen Muxi lay on the sofa in the corner and didn't even want to lift his hands.

The flower gentleman didn't even speak, but just lifted up the pale petal lips and smiled brightly at her.

After understanding the meaning of rejection from this brilliant smile, Wen Muxi could only admit his life to restrain the messy things in his head, and then climbed down from the sofa.

"Go wash your face, wake up and we'll start again." Huajun patted her head gently, his tone was like coaxing a child.

Although this person is gentle at this time, he doesn't recognize people when he moves.

Wen Muxi, who had seen through Huajun for a long time, clapped his hand away. When he was about to bypass him to the bathroom, Huajun's fist suddenly attacked her from behind.

Wen Muxi was secretly attacked by this guy from behind from time to time, so she was ready to fight back when she felt the change in the air flow.

Avoiding the fist that Hua Jun attacked from behind her, he bent down and stretched his feet to sweep Hua Jun's feet. Hua Jun naturally expected to avoid it.

However, Wen Muxi, who has learned the essence, is not here this time. She doesn't expect that she can really hit Huajun just now, so she has already left behind.

When Hua Jun stepped back, Wen Muxi directly stepped on the back of the sofa, rushed directly to his back that he didn't have time to guard against, and snapped and hung Hua Jun's neck on his back.

The happy mood made her laugh arrogantly, tightly adhered to Huajun's back and blocked him with what he tried to say when he scolded her.

"Comrade Hua Jun, your behavior of leaving your back to the enemy is very dangerous. Just now, if I had a knife or gun in my hand, you would die several times."

After training Wen Muxi for so long, she caught the opportunity to train her for the first time today. Hua Jun was very pleased.

Although Wen Muxi was not spared in training, when she hung behind him like an octopus, he could only slightly struggle to open the hand held by her feet and protect her as much as possible, lest she fall from behind him.

"Yes, you're good. Come down quickly." he scolded her deliberately.

Wen Muxi was not afraid. He put his index finger on Hua Jun's head and forced him to ask, "say, have I made progress?"

"Yes!" Huajun deserved to have some helplessness.

This is only Wen Muxi. If someone else, even with a fake gun jokingly against his head, he will not let people leave with sound hands and feet even if he doesn't want that person's life.

"So reluctantly?" Wen Muxi insisted. In fact, he just wanted to have more rest.

"Not reluctantly." Hua Jun was more and more helpless. He could only coax her in a soft voice: "for the sake of your great progress, I'll give you a gift. Come down first."

Hearing this, Wen Muxi jumped down from Huajun's back, clapped his hands, and looked at him with expectation.

She hopes this holiday will give her a day off. She hasn't slept in for half a month in a row.

Wen Muxi's mind is not difficult to guess. What he wants is to write it all on her face, so looking at those eyes that have become bright because of looking forward to the holiday, Huajun is helpless.

He couldn't help but reach out and knock on Wen Muxi's head: "I said, can't you be a little promising and expect something else?"

"Don't need any other good things!" Wen Muxi immediately refused.

She owes Hua Jun so much that she can't figure it out in her life. How dare she ask him to send those precious things again.

Huajun blinked innocently: "but my things are ready. If you don't want this thing, I will be sad."

The voice just fell, and the pair of sharp blue eyes that had just fought with her became melancholy in a second.

These eyes are so beautiful that it is a crime to provoke it and add a trace of sadness.

Although Wen Muxi can vaguely guess that he is pretending, he still can't be cruel.

Finally, I can only look at him with a frustrated face.

Knowing that he had won again this time, Huajun took a small but exquisite key from his pocket and handed it to her.

Looking at the so-called gift, Wen Muxi was stunned for a moment. Some didn't respond. What did he mean.

"All you can get from your performance just now is this key. As for the real treasure, you have to catch up with me on the shooting range at least today."

Although Wen Muxi is not very interested in the so-called treasure, she still likes this competition mode.

Immediately after taking the small key and putting it into his pocket, he waved to Hua Jun and said, "go, I'll see the real move on the shooting range!"

"Don't cry when you lose. I won't let you cry." Huajun hurt her as usual.

"My aunt can beat you down without you!"

Wen Muxi put down his cruel words. Anyway, the shooting range hasn't arrived yet. He hasn't seen anything in the coffin. It's OK to ask for mercy slowly when he comes to the green grass of the shooting range.

Huajun has experienced the same thing for several times. Recalling that she was caught violently every time because she lost a few rings, she couldn't help laughing and didn't expose her.

When he went out, he looked at the back of Wen Muxi, who was full of vitality and jumping in front. He smiled on his face, which was unconsciously restrained.

Thinking of what will happen next, although he will be happy for Wen Muxi, there is always a sadness for himself.