Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

In fact, what Wen Muxi is best at is not fashion design, but to please Shen Bihan and provoke Shen Bihan.

She is always superior to ordinary people in these two things.

He pasted a band aid to disinfect his feet from the hospital. After being taken to the small foreign building by Shen Bihan, all kinds of costumes sold cute successfully, which made Shen Bihan, who was still cold, laugh.

After dinner, she was so enthusiastic that Shen bi was so anxious that she could no longer worry about the slight injury on the floor of wenmuxi's foot and pressed it directly.

When she was hot and lingering, Shen Bihan finally couldn't help laughing and asked her, "is this so warm that you want to eat me?"

"No, I just want to repay my kindness." she smiled skillfully and her voice was very hoarse.

"Repay kindness?" Shen Bihan stopped and noticed that the wrong eyebrow frowned slightly.

Wen Muxi stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Shen Bihan's neck, smiling coquettishly: "you spent so much money for me this time. Of course, I have to pay thousands of times my enthusiasm to make you think this transaction is worth it."

Good love vomited out of Wen Muxi's mouth and became a flesh trade.

The very close distance let her clearly see that Shen Bihan's face was cold at the moment. The light gray eyes were like the eternal cold ice, which was frightening.

"In your opinion, we're just that kind of relationship?" he asked hoarsely.

"Otherwise?"

Wen Muxi also pretended to be surprised and asked in reply, with a strong sense of "you shouldn't have misunderstood anything", which can directly annoy people to death.

Wen Muxi didn't know how others would react when they heard these words, but Shen Bihan's eyes were full of blood, and his red neck and forehead could clearly see the protruding green veins beating.

Satan, who looks like air pressure, may kill her at any time.

Wen Muxi guessed that Shen Bihan didn't know how many times he had killed her, but he didn't do so in the end. He didn't even say a word when he stepped out of her body.

Shen Bihan put on his clothes and left without even the necessary gloves.

She probably really disgusted him this time.

When Shen Bihan left, the sound of closing the door fell. Nearly ten minutes later, Wen Muxi gathered the smile on his face and cried loudly in the face of the empty new house alone.

She didn't want to do anything.

In order to make countless mistakes again for the previous mistakes, she knew that her evil was unforgivable, but she had no way, really no way.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

In the lonely two-story small foreign-style building, the only sound left is wenmuxi's cry, which has lingered and echoed with the sound of apology.

People like her may have died in the next 18 layers of hell, and they can't redeem her sins for thousands of years.

……

lose at sunrise and gain at sunset.

The love scene was a mess, but Wen Muxi was like riding a rocket in his career. This leap almost flew into the sky and stood side by side with the sun.

After a sleepless night, Wen Muxi packed himself up and covered up his lonely state with a little thick makeup. Only when he arrived at the company hall did he receive countless compliments.

The little sister at the front desk was also very excited to tell her that from yesterday to today, more than ten magazines and ten media wanted to interview her, and even the company's phone was about to explode.

Wen Muxi is in no mood to accept the interview. Moreover, she has no face to continue to bully her with what Shen Bihan gave her.

"Push it all, I want to focus on the next design." she smiled very formulaically. In fact, she had no direction for what to draw when connected.

After hearing this, several little sisters at the front desk adored her very much. They looked up at her with a pair of idol eyes.

Wen Muxi smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, an excuse became an invisible force.

I don't know those who say congratulations to her. Do you remember how she taunted her when she first entered the company.

After such a thought, Wen Muxi went upstairs without thinking too much.

At the end of the flowers series, Wen Muxi didn't have to go to the previous workshop, but returned to the design department.

After stepping into the design department, there are more compliments than outside

Wen Muxi said thank you with a polite smile all the way, and his face was stiff with laughter.

Not long after sitting down, the familiar express brother personally sent a basket of oranges every day to Wen Muxi for her to sign for.

To tell the truth, Wen Muxi was surprised when she saw someone send oranges. She thought she had disgusted Shen Bihan this time. He should not send anything to her again.

Unexpectedly

When Wen Muxi's mind was still empty, his hand had very own ideas and took the pen handed by the express brother and signed on the list.

She wanted to refuse the visa.

But when she recovered, the express brother had left.

I don't have much strength. I can't open the box violently today. Wen Muxi can only take the art knife in the pen holder and gently cut open the box.

Before the box was opened, the smell of oranges had come out of the carton. She guessed that the oranges this time must be the kind of bitter to cry ghosts and gods.

But after opening the box, Wen Muxi's whole person froze there and didn't return to his mind for half a sound.

In my ears, I heard the startled voice of my busy colleagues: "designer Wen, who is so wicked to send you a basket of rotten oranges!"

Yes, this is a basket of rotten oranges. There are rotten fruits with mildew and white spots. Some don't know whether they are crushed or trampled. They are in a mess.

"Is this deliberately messing with you?"

"Muxi, have you offended anyone? Do you want to call the police?"

“……”

His ears were full of other people's suggestions, but Wen Muxi just shook his head with a bitter smile and held the box of rotten oranges without saying a word.

In other people's eyes, she seemed very calm. Unexpectedly, she couldn't even say a word at all. Even the knuckles holding the box turned white and trembled slightly.

Wen Muxi held the box of rotten oranges and walked all the way to the big trash can in the fire passage. After leaving the sight of the crowd, Wen Muxi had no strength to throw things into the trash can.

The box in hand fell to the ground, and the rotten oranges rolled down the stairs like a waterfall.

Wen Muxi doesn't care about anything.

He sat down on the ground, rolled his legs and buried his head in his knees. He didn't even dare to cry.

This is the evil result of the evil she planted. No matter how bitter it is, it can only be swallowed by herself.

Wen Muxi didn't know how long she had been crying. The reason why she regained her consciousness was that someone gently pushed her arm and noticed that Wen Muxi wanted to stop crying and put away her embarrassment, but the effect was very little

I don't know when Huajun sat next to her. When she looked up, she saw a red nose and tearful eyes. How can she look so poor.

Hua Jun silently held a tissue box and handed it to her from time to time.

Until her mood eased almost, he asked, "did boss Shen quarrel with you?"

"Can you not use such intimate words?" Wen Muxi's eyes were red, but his mouth was still strong.

The word quarrel seems too intimate compared with the relationship between her and Shen Bihan.