Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

Wen Muxi and Shen Bihan still have a very tacit understanding most of the time. Even if she hasn't said anything, he has felt everything from her eyes.

In fact, such a tacit understanding is not pleasant for Wen Muxi. She would rather Shen Bihan didn't understand anything.

"Don't think about it. I'm not going anywhere."

She gently comforted Shen Bihan and hid all the little thoughts in her heart from him.

But Shen Bihan is not a fool. Her explanation doesn't make him relax his vigilance at all. Those light gray Danfeng eyes have been looking at her deeply without blinking.

Wen Muxi couldn't help but show a helpless state in his expression. He didn't dare to say anything else. After all, he said more and made more mistakes.

"You owe me all your life, so you can't go anywhere until I let you go." Shen Bihan hugged Wen Muxi and whispered in her ear.

"I know," she replied.

After Shen Bihan received the response, he hugged Wen Muxi in his arms more tightly, as if he was afraid that the people in his arms would turn into butterflies and fly away.

Mu Zhige looked at the two people hugging each other in front of him. At last, he stood up without saying anything and walked to other places. If he looked at it again, he was afraid that he would have an argument with Shen Bihan on the spot, so it was the only way not to see it for the time being.

Looking at the back of Mu Zhige leaving the table angrily, Wen Muxi's eyes are full of uncontrollable worries.

"He's actually for your own good. You shouldn't deliberately annoy him like this." Wen Muxi whispered to Shen Bihan and didn't want to see Shen Bihan arguing with mu Zhige because of her relationship.

"He's just that temper. He can't get used to him, or he wants to intervene in everything like an old man in the neighborhood committee." Shen Bihan doesn't care at all, which can completely touch mu Zhige's character.

With Shen Bihan's words, Wen Muxi's head unconsciously made up the image of Mu Zhige as the uncle of the neighborhood committee, which made her ashamed.

"Wen Muxi, what I just said was very serious." Shen Bihan suddenly stressed to her.

Wen Muxi subconsciously looked up at him, but Shen Bihan stretched out his hand and hugged her more tightly at this time.

"Whether it's love or resentment, it's all our business. No one else is qualified to talk about it."

Listening to Shen Bihan's firm voice, a helpless bitter smile appeared on Wen Muxi's face, and he couldn't help saying, "but what he said is also true, isn't it? Sister xiaorou was killed by me, and you shouldn't still protect me."

"I know." Shen Bihan answered softly, but the hand around her waist was still tied to death.

Knowing is totally different from letting go.

This meaning was read from Shen Bihan's behavior. The astringent meaning in Wen Muxi's smile directly filled his heart. It was like a lemon with its skin gnawed. It was so sour that even his soul was bitter.

Knowing that it's no use talking to him, Wen Muxi can only shake his head gently.

All kinds of grudges and grudges intertwined with each other made her and Shen Bihan doomed to indulge in such a relationship and torture each other forever.

The standoff between mu Zhige and Shen Bihan lasted until the end of the banquet. The guests were satisfied one after another. Mu Zhige left and collided with Shen Bihan at the door.

Mu Zhige glanced at Shen Bihan. He wanted to leave angrily, but when he looked at the people around him, he still took back his steps.

"If you still want to say that, don't waste your saliva and energy."

“……”

Mu Zhige just walked forward, and before his open mouth voice came out, he was swallowed back by Shen Bihan's sentence.

From the beating frequency of his green veins, Wen Muxi can vaguely read the dirty words that are not easy to say.

All along, mu Zhige finally swallowed the dirty words stuck in his throat, but the anger on his face was inevitable.

"Your sister is so kind to you. Can you afford her?" Mu Zhige bit his teeth and looked like he wanted to tear wenmuxi.

Rao is Shen Bihan. When he heard this sentence from mu Zhige's mouth, he still changed his face.

Clenching his fist, he pinched the white gloves he had just changed.

In fact, Shen Bihan's psychological state can't be stimulated, but Wen Muxi, as the "initiator of the Terracotta Warriors", is really not qualified to say anything more, so he can only look at Mo Zhige with pleading eyes, hoping that he can stop here.

Mu Zhige received a reminder from Wen Muxi's eyes. Although he was clearly unwilling, he still swallowed the more severe criticism.

"In a word, think it over for yourself."

After coldly leaving this sentence, mu Zhige turned and left without looking back.

The air pressure on Shen Bihan's body is very cold and low. Others who are ready to leave also take a clever detour one after another, and never come forward to complain about death.

But others who have nothing to do with this situation can take a detour, but Wen Muxi can't.

"Let's go back too." she carefully stretched out her hand and pulled Shen Bihan's suit sleeve.

The usual small movements of wenmuxi's inertia changed in Shen Bihan's eyes after mu Zhige's words. He almost unconsciously pulled back his sleeves, as if he met something dirty. His big hand in white gloves patted where she had pulled before.

Shen Bihan didn't pay much attention to a small move, but the blood in Wen Muxi's body cooled half under his casual move.

Look, this person is like this. No matter how much he doesn't let her leave in his mouth and action, he can't help hating her as long as he mentions or thinks of those things.

The kind you hate in your bones.

Wen Muxi also retreated half a step to Shen Bihan's side to avoid his disgust.

"Let Uncle Wang take you back first."

For Shen Bihan's sudden proposal, Wen Muxi was not surprised at all, and did not ask him what he wanted to do, so he nodded skillfully.

Even... When she heard this, she was too sad to breathe.

But she didn't dare to say anything. She didn't even dare to stay in front of Shen Bihan.

Desperately maintaining the smile on his face, he got on the car and said goodbye to Shen Bihan.

Even if he closed the door, Wen Muxi waited until the car drove out of the hotel. After Shen Bihan certainly saw it, he covered his mouth to suppress the choking voice, but tears burst out.

After pulling up the partition with the front driver's seat, what is still empty is the back seat of the car. Wen Muxi curled up in the dark corner with his knees in his arms, and even crying is not qualified to make any sound.