MTL - The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World-Chapter 61 The boat, the waves, the waves, the waves

   Chapter 61 The boat, the waves, the waves, the waves

   Ying Jing was worried about Wen Yue, and sent a message to the other party early the next morning.

   Received an automatic reply as a result.

  【Wen Yue: I am dead, I have something to burn. 】

  Scenario: ? ? ?

  Wen Yue got a blackout warning for the occasion.

   That afternoon, the guy came to the door with a small gift to apologize.

  Wen Fucheng was not at home, so he still opened the door for him.

   "No doubt, I'm here to find you."

  The fragrant roast duck, she could smell it.

  How to say Wen Yue is also one of the four young masters in Shanghai, and Ying Zenan and the others have known Ying Jing since a long time ago.

  It stands to reason that he should be called fourth brother in the situation.

   However, at this rate, he is afraid that sooner or later he will have to change his name to Second Aunt.

  Wen Yue almost burst into tears.

   "Nothing goes without going to the Three Treasures Hall. Tell me, what do you have to do with me." This roast duck is not cheap, but there are usually many people for delivery, so you have to wait in line.

"How can you say that, do I look like that kind of person? I wouldn't do that kind of use of friends to achieve my own goals. At most, it's just a temptation of food. In the situation, you can tell your brother for me and give Can I get any position at Ying's? I don't choose, the bottom level can also."

   thought he came to find him for Yan Shuang.

   "It's that simple? Just tell your second uncle not to find a job." With so many companies and properties under Wen's family, one can be thrown to Wen Yue at will.

   "You don't understand, I don't want to rely on my family now. I want to go out and create a world for my second uncle to see."

   "For Yan Shuang?"

"I can't say that. I admit that I did have this idea at the beginning, and I even thought about opportunism. Facts have proved that there is no worst, only worse. Anyway, as you know, there are some problems between me and Yan Shuang. I just found out that the person she was in contact with when I got along was a little different."

  Drinking soy milk and eating steamed buns, the cheeks were bulging.

   Like a squirrel hoarding food.

   "It's better if you just say you've been cuckolded."

  Wen Yue:…

  Wen Yue's eyes became bitter and resentful, so he couldn't give him some face because he would call her second aunt in the future.

   "Oh, it's okay. If you want to live a good life, you can't have a green dot on your head."

  I really appreciate you.

   "Do you dare to say this to my second uncle?"

   "The slasher method doesn't work for me."

   "You just don't dare."

   "Whoever says I dare not, don't look at who is in charge of this family."

   "Then you go talk." Wen Yue also thoughtfully handed over the phone.

   Well, waiting for her here.

   Yingjing took Wen Yue's mobile phone and called Wen Fucheng without saying a word.

  The man who was in the meeting saw the caller ID and directly cut it off.

   Ying Jing was almost angry, and then she thought that this was not her phone, so it was normal for Wen Fucheng to hang it up!

   So the heart of the eldest nephew was hurt, and she insisted on giving Wen Fucheng a call with her own mobile phone.

  There is no way to do this, in order to make him give up, and she does have some expectations to see if Wen Fucheng will answer her call.

Is   Wen Fucheng a double standard?

   "Then bet my second uncle will pick me up. If he picks me up, go to work at Ying's. If he doesn't pick me up, take me to work at Ying's."

   Ying Jing was stunned for a moment, why did it feel like something was wrong.

   Wen Yue urged her to dial out the phone.

   The bell rang for only six seconds before Wen Fucheng answered the phone.

   Yingjing immediately showed a small smug look.

   "It's nothing, I'm calling you just to ask what you want to eat at night, I'll go shopping."

   "I'm not a picky eater, just do what you like."

   What Yingjing likes is not what Wen Fucheng likes.

   "Okay, I'll do it."

   Ying Jing shook the phone in his hand.

"I won."

   "After all, you still dare not say that to my second uncle." Wen Yue applauded perfunctorily, he didn't lose any money anyway! "That's really bothering you, I'll definitely work hard."

   Waiting for the situation to react, Wen Yue was pitted, and sat down on the sofa angrily, so angry that he couldn't even eat the roast duck.

   It's not easy to coax this little ancestor.

   Wen Yue didn't know what to do, so he sat on the opposite side and coaxed a few words. But he wasn't Wen Fucheng, so he couldn't just say a few words and just run over there.

   It’s just two words horizontally and vertically.

  Wen Yue gave up.

   "Second Aunt, you are such a nice person, can you just forgive me once?"

   turned to look at him in disbelief.

   "What did you just call me."

   "Second Aunt."

   "Call again."

   is called, it doesn't seem to be so embarrassed. something! Take the first step, and you'll be on your way.

   "Second Aunt."

   "Hey, the eldest nephew is really good. Your second uncle has been taking care of him recently. There must be no pocket money, and the second aunt will give it to you!" Ying Jing pouted and lowered his head to fiddle with his phone.

  Wen Yue: ?

   "No, I'm like that..." kind of person?

   "What, 300,000 yuan? Yes!" Ying Jing turned the money and looked at him. "What did you just say to me?"

  Wen Yue was silent for several seconds.

   silently swallowed what he wanted to say earlier.

   "I said, second aunt, you are so nice, my second uncle found you is a blessing he cultivated in his previous life."

   Wen Yue coaxed him to transfer another 200,000 yuan on the spot.

  Wen Yue got the money and quickly flashed people, so as not to regret it.

   "Aren't you going to work at Ying's?"

   With these 500,000 yuan, he still goes to a fart class. Of course, Wen Yue didn't dare to say that now.

   "I'm going, but I just got hurt and want to rest for a few more days. I'll contact you another day, auntie."

   "Hey, alright."

   When Wen Fucheng came home in the evening and found out that Wen Yue had fooled away 500,000 yuan from Yingjing, his expression was helpless.

   "You just gave it to him?"

   Twisted his little hands and pursed his lips. I was very happy inside.

   "But he called me Second Aunt, who can resist this!"

   "You will give half a million for a few calls to Second Aunt?"

   Yingjing knew she was wrong, but she didn't plan to change it.

"come over."

   The man behind the desk waved at her, and walked over with small steps.

   was pulled directly to his leg by him.

   "If you call your second aunt, you'll be given 500,000 yuan. What about your wife? How much is Miss Ying going to give. Huh? Wife."

   I will give you my life, okay?

   Ying Jing lowered his head, and swayed his head gently on Wen Fucheng's shoulder.

   "To you, my life."

   "What am I doing with your life?"

   "Of course it's tossing and turning!"

   The scorching breath fell on the man's neck from time to time, and after a while, the hot air came in waves, and the temperature of the skin became much higher.

  Documents scattered all over the place.

  The paper that was flying in mid-air fluttered to the ground.

  Wen Fu Cheng picked her up and placed her on the desk he usually worked on, with his hands on both sides of Ying Jing's legs, leaning over to wrap his sweetheart into his arms.

  The two kissed together, Ying Jing closed his eyes and hugged his waist.

   "Wen Fucheng, enough is enough."

   "Are you sure one is enough?"

   Ying Jing blushed and hid in his arms.

  The man patiently coaxed her over and over, stroking the girl's graceful spine. There, there are the butterfly bones that he is deeply infatuated with, and they fly into his heart one by one like butterflies.

   "Good boy, do it again, good students will know how to review by themselves."

  …

   "Baby, I can make you rip for me without a bed."

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   (end of this chapter)