Bad Boy Pampers Otaku Girl

He naturally knows that this is the trap Zhou Mengmeng dug for him. No matter what he says he likes about her, Zhou Mengmeng can find a lot of better people than her, and then refuses.

This woman is getting smarter.

"Zhou Mengmeng, are you not confident in yourself or do you doubt my aesthetics?"

She a little frown, why not easy to brew out of the serious mood can always be his words to resolve.

"I'm gone. You're healing."

Zhou Mengmeng went to the door and turned the handle gently, but couldn't resist. After a few more attempts, the door lock still has no movement.

"Wenye, give me the key."

She held out her hand and saw that he was wrapped in gauze. Her nose was sour. She is not hard hearted. Seeing his mummy posture, she was hurt a lot.

"Zhou Mengmeng, you heartless woman! Do you know that I suddenly turn around because of the sudden rain and I'm afraid that something might happen to you. The car body skids! How dare you step out of this door

It was the biggest roar she had ever heard of him. The almost crazy sound almost shocked her eardrum.

Wen Ye sweeps the vase next to the sick man to the ground, making a violent crashing sound. His chest also rose and fell with emotion, and Zhou Mengmeng was completely stunned.

What is he talking about... Because of her? Is it because of her that he was wrapped up as a rice dumpling and lying on his sick face and nearly paralyzed?

How is that possible? In spite of disbelief, her steps stopped.

"What did you say?"

"If you dare to get out of this door, I'll find someone to break your leg at once!" His anger was genuine but childish.

Zhou Mengmeng can't even imagine that this man is Wen ye, who was gentle, profound and calm at the beginning. He used to be depressed. No matter what the situation is, his emotions are not easy to show. Often a clear light appearance, do not eat between fireworks. Even a break-up, all said so easily.

How can you lose such a big temper? Instead of being angry or shocked, she felt relieved.

After all, he is also a man of flesh and blood. He is not the one who always suppresses his feelings, even forces himself to smile and show others with a bright face. Heartstrings, it seems to be gently stirred by something.

"I'm half paralyzed now. No woman dares to ask me. You have to be responsible!"

Seeing her speechless, Wen Ye's arrogance has increased a lot. Handsome eyebrow slightly pick up, the injury does not affect his face.

"I can stay and take care of you for a few days, but let me call my mother first."

Zhou Mengmeng finally made a compromise. He takes out his mobile phone and wants to dial the number, but he is stopped by Wen Ye.

"Don't fight. I'll deal with it."

He frowned impatiently and said in an imperative tone, "you sit here."

She put down her cell phone and sat down on the sick man, very careful for fear of touching his wound.

"What are you going to eat?"

"Sit closer."

His tone remains unquestionable. Although Zhou Mengmeng didn't want to, she moved in.

Finally, he raised his lips with satisfaction. He still didn't forget to say, "bend down, bow your head."

"Wenye, what are you doing?" Zhou Mengmeng couldn't help roaring, but didn't dare to do much. Now he drips fluid, like a vegetable who loses the ability to move. Who dares to touch him?

Wen Ye's voice seems to contain infinite tenderness, just two words * * heart.

"Kiss me."

She Shan Shan a smile, eyes reveal a little cunning: "OK, you close your eyes."

When Wen Ye rarely closes his eyes obediently, Zhou Mengmeng picks up a crystal purple grape from the fruit plate on the table, slowly approaches his lips, and lightly touches his long-awaited lip.

He immediately felt a chill on his lips, with the fragrance of fruit in the wet. The sudden opening of her eyes was Zhou Mengmeng's smile.

Damn, she cheated me.

Wen Ye suddenly sits up from his sick body and mechanically embraces her with his cast hands. His head slightly lowers and he sticks it to her lips. Hot tongue into her mouth, Zhou Mengmeng frowned, but did not dare to push him away.

He is seriously injured now, and even a slight movement can cause him serious injury. He can only be allowed to rage between his own lips and tongue. The taste of hegemony gradually weakens. Instead, he is full of tenderness and delicacy

Her palms are already sweating. It's summer. Although the air conditioner is on, how can it still be hot? His kiss, warm to suffocation.

After a long time, he finally let her go. Light only belongs to his breath, full of her nose, very clean taste, very comfortable. Like perfume, men also have good products and poor quality. Their tastes are quite different.

Wen Ye is undoubtedly the best perfume. Although this metaphor is a bit of a womanizer.

"Zhou Mengmeng, sleep with me."

He lay on * * with a sickly appearance, and patted * * side with his right hand. "* * is big enough."

"It's afternoon!" What was he doing in the afternoon? Let her lie beside his mummy like a zombie! be ill! It's only been a year since I saw him. How could his character become so strange

His voice was sleepy: "you're noisy. Lie down."

He does look tired. Zhou Mengmeng compromised again, took off his black high-heeled shoes, which were only five centimeters long, and lay down on the right side of the patient. There was an exaggeration in the middle to avoid touching her. As a housemaid, her sleeping appearance is very ugly. She can't guarantee whether she will kick this man off when she falls asleep.

It's necessary to keep a distance.

Zhou Mengmeng couldn't sleep. She looked at the white ceiling and was at a loss. What the hell is she doing? He lies on the sick bed with Wen ye, who is wrapped in rice dumplings. It's called sleeping.

That's ridiculous. She agreed to him with a fever in her head. How many days are you here to take care of Wen ye? Forget it. Be sympathetic.

Although not sleepy, but lying down, the head is also a bit dizzy. Between half dreaming and half waking up, it seems that someone is talking.

"Mengmeng..." a confused voice. She can't help but look at Wen Ye. His face is so beautiful. If you ignore the blinding gauze. He was calling her name, and in such a soft tone.

Besides being strange, Zhou Mengmeng felt a little familiar. Like the unsealed memory, it shows a very small square, which is very soft.

"I'm here."

She agreed softly. She knows that Wen Ye is talking in his sleep, but this sentence "I am" makes him stop talking quickly, with a touch of satisfaction on his face. She felt like she was coaxing a child to sleep. She was very childish. But why, a kind of mood called moving surging out uncontrollably.

Don't fall in love with me, Wenye.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, gently stroked the bridge of his nose, slowly down, is extremely thin lips, skin feel even more delicate than girls. He is not as sleepy as he is awake. He is like a porcelain man who has been sleeping for a long time. He is delicate and durable, which makes people unable to move their eyes.

Zhou Mengmeng gently moved out, one foot on the floor, and slowly got up.

The floor was full of vase fragments he had swept down, including a key. Pick it up and go to the door. He slept for two hours, so he can go home. Can't you just stay here and watch him sleep?

The key had just been locked, and a cold voice interrupted all her imagination.

"Zhou Mengmeng, do you think you can go?"

Her steps stopped. Wen Ye's tone makes her very uncomfortable. When is he used to this kind of direct threat? Sure enough, it's not so annoying when I'm asleep.

"It's late now. I'll come back tomorrow."

She explained patiently.

"Do you want me to come to your house tomorrow and tie you up?" He's right.

"How can you be so sharp

"Because I don't like to be a gentleman in front of you!"

Zhou Mengmeng frowned. It seemed that he was always unfathomable in front of others. Even the radian of his smile had a deep taste. In fact, he worked very hard to suppress it. For the so-called image of the president, he put on a mask that he didn't know whether it was true or not.

She suddenly finds that she doesn't know Wenye at all.

He pressed the pull rope beside * * and several women in nurse's clothes pushed a wheelchair in. It looked like a high-end wheelchair. Even if Zhou Mengmeng didn't know what to do, he could see that it was a luxury made of RMB.

A few little nurses went to help him, but he was shocked by Wen Ye's disgusting tone: "you go out."

"Zhou Mengmeng, what are you doing? Come and help me

He hates people touching his body. Of course, Zhou Mengmeng is an exception. She reluctantly approached a few steps, holding his back, the original anger suddenly dissipated.

After all, he was hurt because of himself.

He's very heavy. It's an individual job to help him to a wheelchair. Zhou Mengmeng abandoned the power of nine oxen and two tigers and finally settled him down. He was also nervous and sweating. This asshole, the nurse knows his physical condition better, and he has a heavy hand. Why do you have to ask her to help him!

"Walk with me."

His voice softened a lot and he seemed very satisfied with Zhou Mengmeng's performance.

"Hey, where are you going for a walk, a seriously ill man?" As soon as he was in a good mood, Zhou Mengmeng couldn't be happy. He was almost paralyzed. He still wanted to go for a stroll?

Wen Ye's face doesn't change much. He sees the door open suddenly, and all the black bodyguards guard guard the door respectfully. This battle makes Zhou Mengmeng shrink back. They have real guns in their hands. Where is it like a hospital? It's like a place for sex activities.

"Push me outside."

His voice calmed down, as if there had been no fury or dispute. Death is like a pool without waves. This is Wen ye a year ago.

Zhou Mengmeng was very clever and didn't talk much. She pushed the wheelchair forward carefully, and the bodyguards also wisely gave way automatically. This kind of feeling of being monitored was really bad. Wen Ye is very calm. Maybe in his eyes, these bodyguards are just moving machines, just tools to protect him.

Even though he was wrapped up in a funny way, his anger was still revealed naturally.