Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

The early winter has arrived, and the temperature in city B has dropped suddenly.

Compared with the office workers who have to get up early and get up late in the workday, wenmuxi's rice bug life is undoubtedly happy. Everything is fine except that he still has to drag the heavy iron chain on his feet, and there is no freedom.

Even methamphetamine, commonly known as ice and poison, which she once hated most, has begun to take it for granted. Shen Bihan has injected it into her every day. What else can she not get used to.

This may have been her punishment.

Wen Muxi thought the worst was just like this. When she seemed to be able to get used to and bear everything, the news on her mobile phone and TV began to make her heart cramp.

At first, the news content recommended by the mobile app was just that Huasheng reached a cooperation with the Su family, but it changed more and more later. Some reporters even photographed news such as Su Yu and Shen Bihan eating alone and being intimate.

Compared with the comments of netizens, Wen Muxi, who knows Shen Bihan, sees something sweeter. Shen Bihan never eats what others do, so even the one Su Yu eats may be cooked by him.

Although the man said he only loved her, he turned around and sent out those who were good to her with love.

In the popular words, men are big pig hooves.

Thinking of what Shen Bihan said when he was drunk, Wen Muxi's lips couldn't help outlining a slightly self mocking smile.

"It turns out that some people will cheat when they are drunk." she whispered, turned off the news page and continued to play the game.

That night, Wen Muxi sat in the living room for a long time. He didn't go back to his room to sleep until three o'clock in the morning.

The heart has long died anyway. It seems that it doesn't hurt to be cold.

This alone is not enough. Wen Muxi began to frequently see the news that Shen Bihan was with other women in the report, sometimes Su Yu, and sometimes even the news that he was with Ning Anxin.

Many news headlines directly boast that she, the young grandmother of the Shen family, who has just married into a rich family, has become her next wife.

When he saw the news push, Wen Muxi couldn't help laughing, shook the iron chain on his feet, and smiled with self mockery: "what's the next wife? It's clear that it's more appropriate to be a prisoner."

I just don't know when Shen Bihan can get rid of her after she gets such a new love.

Wen Muxi tried his best to make himself think better, but the lingering sadness in his heart still wrapped and swallowed her.

When she was still deep in that sadness, there was a sudden sound of opening the door at the entrance.

Knowing that Shen Bihan must have come back, Wen Muxi immediately sat up and restrained the sadness on his face.

"Back."

Looking at the man who changed into home slippers, Wen Muxi greeted him with a smile. There was no trace on his face.

Shen Bihan glanced at her with a faint glance from the corner of his eye. He didn't mean to speak. He took off his suit coat and put it in half. Then he pulled it and put on clean white gloves.

Since Shen Bihan got drunk, he basically ignored her. Wen Muxi had been used to it for a long time, so there was no change in the expression on his face.

Only such peace was maintained until she saw the red lip print on Shen Bihan's shirt collar.

When she noticed the bright red lip print on Shen Bihan's collar, Wen Muxi was directly stiff in place. The red print on the white shirt was like a monster with open teeth and claws. She didn't even respond, so she was swallowed by the monster.

Shen Bihan didn't look at her at all, so naturally he wouldn't notice her look. After pulling off his gloves, his pale fingers untied the buttons of his shirt one by one.

Taking off his shirt, he showed his strong triangular figure, reached out his hand and put his shirt on the sofa. Wearing only a pair of suit pants, he turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Until the door closed in the direction of the bathroom, Wen Muxi seemed to be stunned. He walked to the direction of the single sofa next to him and picked up the shirt he had put there.

On the straight shirt collar, the red lip print was like a vivid outline of a smile, and then turned into a monster with open teeth and claws, devouring her whole.

It is clear that it should be an early numb heart, but at the moment when I saw this red lip print, I cried blood and tears.

It turns out that her heart is not dead yet. She can still feel pain.

When such cognition is clearly introduced into my mind, I really don't know whether to feel lucky or sad for myself for a while.

But what are you sad about? Aren't you ready when you see the news?

Wen Muxi ridiculed the sadness in his heart and belittled himself as worthless.

But when her hand touched the red lipstick and the red lipstick caught between her index fingers, Wen Muxi suddenly laughed again, which was a kind of helpless smile.

After she was sad, she suddenly reacted. No media dared to take a positive picture of Shen Bihan and report the news that might affect the image of the Shen family.

And if Shen Bihan's affair with other women began to fly all over the world, not to mention others, Chu Hao alone must have been unable to hold back calling her to clean up Shen Bihan.

Moreover, with Shen Bihan's temperament, not to mention others, even she dared to wrinkle his clothes at most. How dare she leave lip prints on his shirt.

From these details, Wen Muxi can totally conclude that Shen Bihan is showing her all this.

It is precisely because the acting is too deliberate that these clues will be revealed.

Seeing through this, Wen Mu was really unable to laugh or cry for a while.

This man is really

Put the shirt back, Wen Muxi shook his head helplessly, turned and went directly back to his room.

Just after sitting down for a while, Shen Bihan, who had taken a bath, left her room wearing a bathrobe and dripping hair with a towel.

What he had imagined that Wen Muxi should cry quietly did not appear in front of him. What he saw was Wen Muxi sitting in the rocking chair by the window, still holding a needle and thread, listening to the crosstalk and sewing clothes.

This made the string in Shen Bihan's heart tighten and break.

"Wenmuxi." the cold voice called her full name coldly, with a gnashing of teeth, and asked her, "haven't you seen it? What are you thinking so calmly? Or do you don't care at all?"