Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

What is the most important thing to get along with people with paranoid personality disorder?

Trust is naturally one of the most luxurious. What's more, Wen Muxi's credit in front of Shen Bihan still belongs to the blacklist of arrears for a long time.

Shen Bihan began to ask her after suppressing for a long time. This time she didn't tell the truth. Then even if she told more truth, he wouldn't believe anything she wanted to explain to him.

Wen Muxi, who knows this well, can only choose silence again in the face of Shen Bihan's coldness and anger.

"Wen Muxi, you forced me," he said suddenly.

A bad feeling spread in her heart, but before Wen Muxi reacted, Shen Bihan suddenly got up and let her go.

She didn't know what Shen Bihan wanted to do, but when she saw such Shen Bihan, she was afraid.

Afraid that Shen Bihan will really drive her away, Wen Muxi can only kick off his plush boots and squat at the head of the bed, looking at Shen Bihan who seems to be looking for something in the room.

Shen Bihan quickly took out a small silver box from the cabinet in the room. It was the same box as the drugs she had to rely on in the living room, but this one was much smaller by comparison.

Anyway, he sat directly on the bed in foreign clothes. For Shen Bihan, the bed was already dirty, so he no longer avoided it and opened the small silver box directly on the bed.

There are only three sets of things in the box that are the same as the box downstairs. For such a long time, Wen Muxi has been used to this kind of thing, and even dependence is something that has been produced early in the morning. Many times, she can even open it and inject it herself.

But she couldn't say why. This time, Shen Bihan's expression and these things that should have been familiar made her feel a deep fear.

"Don't do this..." she subconsciously wanted to stop Shen Bihan, but her voice was about the size of a mosquito. Such a reminder and prevention were useless.

"Be good."

Shen Bi said to her in a cold and soft voice. He took a small syringe in his hand, removed her down jacket, lifted her sleeve, exposed the arm with dense small eyes, and the sharp tip of the needle pierced the skin.

Generally, he has been used to numbness, so although Wen numb Xi's heart trembles, he has never been able to stop it.

When Shen Bihan slowly pushed the liquid in the syringe into her blood vessels, she suddenly tasted a tingling taste for the first time in the process.

These things seem to be corrosive. When they drill into the body, they are so painful that they immediately scream out.

Although he was forced to hold back under his light gray eyes, Wen Muxi still had a cold sweat when he finished.

After Shen Bihan cleaned up those things, he also picked up a folded silk handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat traces of bangs on her forehead, as if the injury had nothing to do with him.

"Bad people always have to bear some lessons. Next, you have to work harder before you honestly admit everything to me."

Before Wen Muxi gradually lost consciousness, he heard Shen Bihan's gentle whisper.

Soon she realized the true meaning of Shen Bihan's words. The pain was much faster than she thought.

……

Shen Bihan took away all the boxes at home. This is the fact that Wen Muxi found out after waking up the next morning.

Maybe Shen Bihan gave her an injection yesterday evening, so her body hasn't had any symptoms yet, but the panic that she can't find those things has made Wen Muxi instinctively confused.

Vaguely, she seemed to have guessed the way Shen Bihan was going to teach her. When he slumped on the sofa in the living room, Wen Muxi only felt the darkness in front of him.

Shen Bihan just got up and took a bath at this time. When he saw her, he seemed to remember and informed her, "by the way, I've put away all those things. You'd better not go out before that, otherwise it would be very embarrassing if you had an addiction outside."

When listening to this sentence, Wen Muxi knew that her guess had indeed come true.

After the fear in her heart was confirmed, her blackened vision gradually became clearer. Along the direction of the voice, she saw Shen Bihan still wearing a bathrobe, and her light gray eyes were indifferent.

Wen Muxi couldn't help thinking of Wen Guohua's appearance when she became addicted. She was afraid to beg for mercy for herself, but when she looked at Shen Bihan's eyes at the moment, she couldn't say those words.

"One day husband and wife bairien have been married for such a long time. Can't you give me a discount for your revenge?" she can only remind Shen Bihan in a relaxed and euphemistic way that Shen Bihan's revenge is a little cruel this time.

Shen Bihan's action of wiping his hair stopped with her voice. Finally, when he raised his head, his light gray eyes glanced at her faintly.

"If the person who did these things wasn't you, that person would have gone to the hell palace to report a hundred times." the cold voice slowly said his' Mercy '.

Wen Muxi, who got the answer, could only smile helplessly.

What kind of kindness is it to rush people barefoot to the red iron plate and make them feel like they can't survive or die?

It's a gift to send a ticket directly to the palace of hell.

When Wen Muxi smiled bitterly, Shen Bihan had come to her from the entrance of the stairs, and his light gray eyes had been staring at her.

In the end, he couldn't help but remind himself: "are you sure you can stand that taste?"

He was giving her a chance to beg for mercy. Of course, Wen Muxi heard it, but what if he heard it? He won't believe the truth after all.

"I just want to try and see if I can quit this thing, so this is a good opportunity." she raised her lips and smiled brightly.

Shen Bihan seemed to have heard some absurd jokes. This time, he didn't even argue with her or say more. He aroused one side of his lips and smiled. He turned and walked into the cloakroom.

The disdain was so undisguised that it was almost unspoken.

After seeing Shen Bihan enter the cloakroom and close the door, Wen Muxi leaned back on the sofa, and even the smile originally deduced by the corners of his lips disappeared.

Can she really overcome such things that have destroyed Wen Guohua and countless people and families?

Recalling the nightmare memories of her childhood, to be honest, she had no confidence in herself. She didn't even know how long she could last next.

If it weren't for Qin Meishu's great hidden danger, she would probably choose to end her dirty life by death.

It's just... She can't for the time being.

She must find out the plot behind Qin Meishu.