Addicted to Love: Paranoid President You're Toxic

Without Zhou Yayao wandering in front of her, Wen Muxi had to admit that she was more than a little comfortable.

After this, she has learned a lesson. She will never do anything that fails to achieve her goal and makes trouble for herself.

As for the things that want to escape from Shen Bihan, it's too much trouble. It's better to think long-term. Maybe he won't be interested in her after he gets everything he wants.

Wen Muxi accepted Shen Bihan's kindness to her happily and nervously with such luck. The days summed up are more or less sweet.

But this quiet day has not passed for a few days. It was completely broken by the appearance of a man at the weekend.

It was an ordinary weekend. My mother left her previous employer's house since she was injured by a flower pot on her shoulder last time. She occasionally helped take care of the old lady at home when her neighbors were on business. Life was easier and her children could be more at ease.

According to the agreement with Shen Bihan, Wen Muxi got up early on Saturday and went home excitedly with the things bought in advance.

When walking on the corridor, Wen Muxi was still thinking of opening the door quietly to scare his mother, but he walked to the door, opened the door quietly, opened a crack in the door, and the familiar male voice made her body freeze in place.

"I'm suffering in prison. Your mother and son have a good time in city B. do you think I can't find you here!"

The man's angry abusive voice, although expanded for more than ten years, is a voice that Wen Muxi can't forget in his life.

Even after so many years, Wen Muxi still trembles with fear when he hears this sound. Every skin in those beaten places on his body is painful, which comes from the indelible memory in the depths of his soul.

The timidity in her heart made Wen Muxi vaguely hear her mother's cry, but she still didn't dare to step in at the first time.

She is still afraid.

Afraid of the man's red eyes and everything.

But such timidity lasted less than ten seconds. When she heard a loud bang and the glass tea table was broken by a man grabbing an iron bar, she finally woke up from fear.

"Give me all the money, you hear me!"

In the man's roar, Wen Muxi kicked the door and picked up the solid wood chair for changing shoes at the shoe cabinet. The first thing to break in was to pick up the chair and smash it on the middle-aged man's majestic back.

She really wanted the man to die at that moment, but she expected the man to react faster than her, and she dodged it in a flash.

When the man looked back, what Wen Muxi saw was indeed the face that she couldn't forget in her dream, but it was a lot more vicissitudes than she remembered. Nearly half of her black hair was mixed with silver, and even the corners of her eyes collapsed because of wrinkles. When these bloodshot eyes looked at her, they also had no less killing and hatred than her.

The expression on Lin qiaohui's face when she saw her daughter appear was not happiness, but fear.

"Xi Xi, run!" Lin qiaohui was even more afraid of her daughter's injury, because the beast would not let them go.

Wen Muxi didn't listen to her mother. When she grew up, it was her turn to protect her mother.

She held up the chair with two hands and pointed it in the direction of the middle-aged man. She stepped on the broken glass of the tea table with high heels and went to her mother to protect her behind her.

"Xi Xi, I haven't seen you for a long time." the middle-aged man also looked at her, with his hate and crazy eyes, pulled out a distorted smile and said, "my good daughter."

yes.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Wen Muxi's body did carry the blood of the man in front of her. The man was Wen Guohua, her biological father with Wen langxuan.

At the same time, he is also the father who was personally sent to prison by Wen Muxi, who is only 12 years old.

Seeing Wen Guohua and listening to his word by word reminder, Wen Muxi was disgusted by the man's blood flowing in his body.

"Shut up, my brother and I don't have a father like you, and you don't deserve to be our father!" Wen Muxi roared with excitement, and even his hand holding the chair was shaking because of the irreconcilable emotion.

Wen Guohua's mouth is not a good stubble. When he heard Wen Muxi's words, the anger suppressed in his chest exploded immediately.

"You son of a bitch's watch. If you don't smoke you, you really should forget who put you out."

Wen Guohua cursed profusely, spit on the ground, picked up the iron bar in his hand and was about to greet Wen Muxi.

Wen Muxi is no longer the little girl who was beaten to death and couldn't fight back more than ten years ago. When she saw the iron bar coming down, she immediately grabbed the iron chair and wrestled with Wen Guohua.

She doesn't want to admit that this man is her father, even if she is killed!

Of course, this man obviously has a tacit understanding with her on this point. From his relentless actions, everyone can see that he really wants to kill her.

Wen Muxi didn't even notice how many times he was hurt. Lin qiaohui wanted to help, but he couldn't get in. Both sides wanted to kill each other and make others panic until Wen Muxi broke his head with that stick and shed blood on his face.

Wen Guohua, who was also badly beaten, spat blood stained sputum on the ground and shamelessly stopped at Wen Muxi.

"Come on, take out all the money, or I'll kill you."

"I give it, I give it, I give it to you."

When Lin qiaohui saw her daughter's face full of blood, she cried in tears. She nodded her head to find her wallet, but Wen Muxi stopped her.

"Wen Muxi, don't do anything special. I really want to kill you, don't I?" Wen Guohua scolded when he saw Wen Muxi's uncooperative action and lifted the iron bar in his hand.

"I didn't say no. don't you want money? I'll give it to you."

Wen Muxi said, supporting his shaky body and standing up from the ground.

When Wen Guohua heard this, he showed a satisfied expression on his disgusting face. When he smiled, he showed a row of yellow and black teeth.

"That's right. If we had cooperated so early, there wouldn't be so many things."

Wen Muxi didn't say a word. He wiped a bloodstain blocking his sight and wiped himself into a big flower face. Then he walked step by step towards the other end of the living room.

What Wen Guohua doesn't know is that Wen Muxi's direction is not the room, but the kitchen.

Lin qiaohui's heart tightened when she saw Wen Muxi's direction, but before she could stop it, Wen Muxi had taken a long knife from the kitchen to cut watermelon, and came out of the kitchen murderously.

Wen Guohua was turning his back to her, smoking proudly, ready to wait for the money he was about to get. Unexpectedly, behind him was a demon with a butcher's knife and blood all over his face.

At this moment, Wen Muxi really wanted to kill Wen Guohua. Only when the man died, their family could get real peace. Even if one life changed for another, she felt it was worth it.

But when she was ready to raise the long knife in her hand, Lin qiaohui hugged her and stopped her movement.

Wen Guohua looked back and saw Wen Muxi with blood on his face. When he raised his long knife at him, he was so frightened that even the smoke in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Ma, are you really a bully? I'll fuck your ancestors. If I don't kill you today, I'll write wenmuxi upside down!"

When Wen Muxi was stopped by Lin qiaohui, the long knife in her hand was still waving. Her bloodstained eyes and her face really suddenly became a demon who was not afraid of death.