Xiao He's body stiffened under Wen Jianshen's questioning. After dealing with Miss Mianmian for a long time, he had forgotten what kind of devil the president was before he met Miss Mianmian.

His originally inflated arrogance deflated like a punctured balloon.

"No, nothing." Xiao He replied weakly.

"Go to work if you have nothing else to do."

Wen Jianshen didn't even raise his head, but his aura frightened Xiao He so much that he tensed up and rolled out.

After Wen Jianshen walked out, he glanced at the message on his phone that Luo Mianmian had sent him a few days ago.

I stroked those words gently, and my mind began to guess what she was thinking when she said this.

He must want to get a reply from me, but doesn't want to bow down in front of me.

It's almost time to close the net.

Wen Jianshen's eyes were hidden under his glasses, and the two cold frames reflected cold light.

Luo Mianmian really chose the amusement park.

She wasn't drunk at the time, but she really didn't want to bring Wen Jianshen to her workplace, nor did she want to go to Wen Jianshen's territory.

Home is such a private place. Since Wen Jianshen has ignored her so much, she doesn't want to take Wen Jianshen back.

Just go to the amusement park.

Luo Mianmian pouted angrily. Others might not know, but she knew that Wen Jianshen had been afraid of heights since he was a child.

The two people who met for the first time had a conflict over a trivial matter. Luo Mianmian tricked him upstairs and tied his hands to the balcony railing.

Although Wen Jianshen already had the expressionless look he has now, his face turned pale with fright when he was finally rescued by everyone.

Luo Mianmian thought she had figured out Wen Jianshen's weakness and hummed a song proudly. The audience in the live broadcast room saw it and thought that Luo Mianmian was in such a good mood because she was able to go out on a date with Wen Jianshen.

Many people took screenshots of Luo Mianmian, a side of her that she doesn't usually show.

Happy sleeping is also good looking.

only--

[Where is President Wen? Why didn’t Mianmian and President Wen appear together this time?]

When Luo Mianmian saw the comment, she couldn't help but think of Wen Jianshen's pale face when he was pranked by her.

Although some people are no longer afraid of things they were afraid of when they were children when they grow up, most people are still the same as they were when they were children.

Thinking of the fear on Wen Jianshen's handsome face, even trembling slightly when he looked at her, Luo Mianmian felt that her blood was about to boil.

Humph, this is what happens when you ignore me.

Arriving at the agreed location, Luo Mianmian did not see Wen Jianshen there as expected. She turned around and said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Well, Wen Jianshen hasn't come yet. Let's wait for a while."

As he spoke, he found a random stool and sat there, his two slender legs shaking with excitement.

This was the scene Wen Jianshen saw when he arrived.

Luo Mianmian was only wearing a short skirt, revealing her two long, straight, white legs. She was not wearing much on her upper body, just a thin lambswool top.

Wen Jianshen frowned and walked towards Luo Mianmian's position unhappily. When he was almost there, he turned around and walked towards another place.

The old man who was roasting sweet potatoes was turning over his sweet potatoes at the stall. He was looking at the deserted amusement park and nobody knew what he was thinking.

Today I heard that the amusement park was booked out, but these small vendors are still here.

But I heard that there were only two people coming to play, so I was afraid that these sweet potatoes of mine would be wasted.

Under the influence of high temperature, the rough skin of the red-hearted sweet potato gradually cracks, revealing the soft and hot inside.

Wen Jianshen walked to the stall of the old man selling sweet potatoes and started picking out the sweet potatoes.

"Do you think this is good?"

The old man picked out a sweet potato that looked particularly large and tentatively asked the young man in front of him who had a strong aura.

Wen Jianshen took a look and shook his head: "Change to a smaller one."

The old man responded and then took out a smaller one. This time Wen Jianshen agreed.

Seeing Wen Jianshen was about to take out his phone to pay, the old man waved his hand and said, "No, no, the manager has already paid me for all the sweet potatoes today, you can just take them."

The old man insisted on not taking Wen Jianshen's money. Wen Jianshen had no choice but to look around and see that there were still a lot of sweet potatoes in the box, so he simply asked the old man to pack them all up.

"I'll get it later."

"Okay, okay." The old man smiled happily when he saw that his sweet potatoes would not be wasted.

Although he was happy to make money, these sweet potatoes were all roasted by him with great effort. In his opinion, they were no different from the paintings of those artists.

This guy is really nice.

Luo Mianmian was already getting impatient, wondering why he hadn't come yet.

She had a bad guess, thinking that Wen Jianshen would not even stand her up during the live broadcast.

If this is true, Luo Mianmian clenched her fists. She must make Wen Jianshen pay!

Luo Mianmian was feeling angry when suddenly something hot touched her face.

Luo Mianmian was startled and dodged to the side for a while, and then a long coat with a mint scent was put on her head.

As soon as Luo Mianmian smelled the scent, she knew who it belonged to. Her frightened heart settled down in her stomach, and she immediately became unhappy.

Not only was he late, but he even scared her. Wen Jianshen is such a bad guy.

She angrily struggled to break free from Wen Jianshen's coat and tried to throw it back, but Wen Jianshen grabbed the collar and moved the coat, fitting it tightly around Luo Mianmian's shoulders.

He was only wearing a thin sweater and was carrying something in front of Luo Mianmian.

"Eat something hot."

Luo Mianmian looked up at his expression and found that his brows were tightly furrowed and there was a hint of displeasure between his brows.

I'm not angry, but he's not happy?

Luo Mianmian was about to have an outburst when she heard Wen Jianshen's voice, as cold as ice chips, piercing towards her.

"Are you going to die? You're coming out wearing so little."

Wen Jianshen looked at Luo Mianmian's exposed white legs and covered them with the hem of his coat.

"We'll play next time. Now you come back with me."

"I don't want it!"

How could Luo Mianmian agree to this? She came here just to play a prank on Wen Jianshen, so why would she back out before she even started?

not to mention--

"Who said I was cold? I was wearing pants!"

Luo Mianmian pulled Wen Jianshen's hand to her leg: "Look, I'm wearing the leg-revealing magic weapon."

The touch under his hand was obviously not like human skin. Wen Jianshen subconsciously followed Luo Mianmian's words and touched it. It was indeed different from bare legs.

Luo Mianmian picked up a thick layer and looked at Wen Jianshen, a country boy who had never seen the world, with pride: "Look, it's this thick."