Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

Listening to Shen Bihan's gnashing of teeth, Wen Muxi could hardly cry or laugh.

What is this?

Originally, I wanted to make her jealous. As a result, I saw her sitting here calmly, so it's not comfortable?

After Wen Muxi's doubts were solved, the expression on Shen Bihan's face began to become so.

"You know me quite well," he said involuntarily, angry and wondering that he was still a little happy after the past.

Wen Muxi didn't notice the change in Shen Bihan's voice. He thought he was mocking her.

"At least we've been together for so long. Wouldn't it be heartless if I didn't even remember your habits?"

Listening to her words, Shen Bihan gave a deep and long "Oh?" and his thin lips outlined a radian and asked her with a smile: "when did you have that kind of thing?"

“……”

Wen Muxi didn't know how to answer him for a moment, but she really had no conscience after thinking about it.

After a moment of silence, she could only take her last conscience and remind him.

"Don't do these boring things in the future. You don't feel tired when you shoot."

He didn't feel embarrassed at all and replied, "it's not a pose shot, it's based on Su Yu's photo P. I don't have to participate."

"...." is she going to praise him?

Wen Muxi fell directly into a strange silence and didn't know how to speak.

Shen Bihan was obviously in a very good mood. He directly pushed the small squatting chair under his ass, came to Wen Muxi and sat down with his back to her. Then he put his head against the towel close to her.

A move, Wen Muxi understood Shen Bihan's meaning, sighed secretly, sat up from the rocking chair, took the towel on his head and began to wipe his hair.

Although Shen Bihan always likes to blow dry her long hair, he doesn't care much about his hair. He is lazy and hates his hair being wet, so he basically pesters Wen Muxi to dry it for him.

Since Shen Rou's story was exposed, he hasn't let her close for a long time, let alone do such intimate things.

When Wen Muxi carefully wiped his hair gently with a towel, he suddenly found that his hair grew a lot and was almost shoulder length.

"Your hair should be cut, or you should cover your eyes." Wen Muxi reminded him.

"If only I could cover my eyes and my heart together, so I don't have to..."

Shen Bihan mixed with a helpless voice. When he said this, he suddenly stopped. Wen Muxi didn't really understand it. He had stood up.

She whispered to Wen Muxi, "thank you." then she turned and walked out of her room.

It was not until Shen Bihan walked out of the room for a long time that Wen Muxi wanted to understand the meaning of his words.

Cover his heart and let him stop remembering Shen Rou's death. Maybe he won't have to face the dilemma between loving her or hating her.

Nowadays, it seems that Shen Bihan has been torturing her and making her bear all kinds of pain, but when torturing her, Shen Bihan actually bears no less than her.

Struggling and entangled in love and hate, in fact, he is far more painful than her.

How cruel is fate to them?

Wen Muxi didn't know, and he didn't dare to know.

……

The first day of early December is Shen Qian's birthday. Wen Muxi and Shen Bihan naturally have to go back to celebrate their birthday.

It was precisely because she had to go out that Shen Bihan broke the iron chain that locked her ankle the first night.

Looking at the calluses worn out by the iron ring on her ankle and the ferocious two long and short flesh scars like centipedes on her left wrist, Wen Muxi is very glad that it is winter now. She doesn't need to wear cool clothes and go out with traces.

Put on a bubble sleeve white shirt with a sense of thickness and design, match it with light colored trousers, and put on a woolen coat and a pink scarf when you go out.

After changing clothes, Wen Muxi simply put on light makeup for herself. When she came out with her coat and scarf, Shen Bihan had already changed things and sat in the living room waiting for her.

Seeing her coming out, Shen Bihan was obviously stunned when he looked at her, as if he didn't react.

Wen Muxi had to step forward to remind: "let's go."

"OK." Shen Bihan adjusted and recovered in an instant. He stood up from the sofa and walked to her without expression.

Before going out, she put on her coat. When Wen Muxi was preparing to change her short boots, the scarf in her hand was always on the ground, which made her frown.

At the beginning, Shen Bihan reached out and took her scarf and held it for her first.

When Wen Muxi looked up and looked at him in surprise, he just reminded her without expression: "change your shoes."

"Yes." Wen Muxi nodded, his cheeks burning.