Chapter 195 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (33)

He has investigated all the people around Wen Xien, and Ma Junying also remembers Feng Yansheng, but the most important thing is not because Feng Yansheng is the only son of the Feng family, but because Feng Yansheng was also a person who bullied Wen Xien before.

Are the relationships so good now?

"Jon." Ma Junying's voice seemed to touch Wen Xien's ears.

Wen Xien's lips bent down.

Feng Yansheng stood so close that even the subtle expression on Wen Xien's face was in sight. He could indeed feel that Wen Xien was afraid.

"I'll take you back, it's not safe outside." Ma Junying didn't look at Feng Yansheng at all, but just stared at Wen Xien, "It's too late to go back, your sister will be worried. If Qiao Ling feels uncomfortable, I will feel uncomfortable."

Feng Yansheng's eyes suddenly widened.

It seems that Ma Junying’s meaning and tone are not simple with Sister Wen Xien, but he just now has to say that Wen Xien…

Wen Xien raised her head and faced Ma Junying's extremely oppressive temperament, her frost was solidified into an indestructible appearance, "You are not worthy of mentioning your sister."

Not worthy?

There is nothing in this world that Ma Junying is not worthy of it.

Ma Junying's eyes slowly became colder. He stared at Wen Xien tightly and said, "You will regret it, yes."

Wen Xien ignored his threats openly and secretly, and pulled Feng Yansheng and turned away.

Feng Yansheng remained silent as abnormally. He waited until Wen Xien let go of her hand and returned to his senses.

"You...you," Feng Yansheng still couldn't accept the scenes and what he had just seen.

Wen Xien turned his head to look at him, his eyes were full of emotion.

Feng Yansheng's words were all blocked in his throat, and he secretly glanced at Wen Xien.

Wen Xien still looked cold, but he told a piece of meat in his chest to jump.

He knew that this person was beautiful and always knew, but he didn't expect that he would make a man...

Feng Yansheng's resentment that had just been left behind by Wen Xien dissipated a little, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the swollen and bright red lips.

In the past, this person's lips were light-colored, giving people a feeling of frigidity. Now that it is sucked red, it feels inexplicably... astringent.

The lips were bitten through, making them even more inappropriate.

Feng Yansheng's trace looks good and annoying.

Wen Xien's eyes are gloomy and cold, but once the ends of the eyes are dyed with a crimson red, you will realize that such a gloomy gaze can also pierce people's hearts.

Wen Xien's lips are pale and tightly pursed, but once the lips are dyed with bright red colors, you will realize that such affectionate lips can make people want to climb up and kiss.

Every inch and every minute of her was just a little color, and it became all vivid.

If Wen Xien just makes you feel beautiful when she is pale, then you will truly see her charming and coolness when she is coloring.

Wen Xien was about to leave, and he felt more uncomfortable as he looked at him. He rushed over and grabbed Wen Xien's arm.

Wen Xien's eyes that wanted to come were still the same, cold and cold.

"You..." Feng Yansheng wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say, so he grabbed Wen Xien's arm and refused to let her go.

Wen Xien still gently waved his hand away.

As soon as Feng Yansheng's hand was swung away, he grabbed Wen Xien's arm, "Is he your sister's boyfriend?" He felt even more irritable when he thought of Ma Junying forcing Wen Xien just now. He looked at Wen Xien, "Do your sister know?"

Wen Xien's eyebrows frowned slightly. She was particularly resistant to other people's questions about her sister, and Ma Junying.

This man is not a good thing.

She couldn't let him be with her sister.

Wen Xien was really tired and pulled out his arm at once, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Feng Yansheng ran to her again, watching Wen Xien lower his head and walked forward, without looking at him, he insisted on coming to the person in anger, "I'm for your own good, if you hadn't saved me, do you think I want to care?"

Feng Yansheng has never pleased anyone so much. He has put down his figure and whispered in a low voice. Can't this person give him some face?

It always embarrasses him so much.

Wen Xien turned his head to look at Feng Yansheng, her eyes were cold, "No need."

Feng Yan was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but he would never touch Wen Xien no matter what. He had a calm eyes.

"Jon, you are so good!" Feng Yansheng nodded, but bloodshot suddenly appeared in his eyes, "My kindness really feeds the dog!"

Wen Xien's lips seemed to be pursed a little tighter, and the coldness between her eyebrows was even more intense, as if she could deshewn at any time and hurt people. She just looked at Feng Yansheng calmly, just like looking at the air.

Feng Yansheng is used to being crazy and can't pretend to be a harmless big cat no matter how he put away his sharp claws.

How could he tolerate Wen Xien treating him like this? He felt that he was so humble, and Wen Xien should not be shameless.

Wen Xien stood in front of him, and was like a tree of unattainable cold plums, with coldness coming from every inch of texture.

Feng Yansheng grabbed Wen Xien's hand, and Wen Xien's hand was pinched into a fist and wrapped it in his palm. He grabbed the tight fist as if he was holding a pile of bones.

Feng Yansheng thought at that time that she was too thin, and if he brought this person back in the future, he would definitely treat her well.

Wen Xien's eyes were deep and dark, as quiet as a pool of dead water.

"I've said it." Wen Xien's voice was not popular at all. He could not even feel any emotion in people's ears. "Don't touch me."

After saying that, she shook Feng Yansheng's hand hard, ignored Feng Yansheng's ugly and dark face, and left without looking back.

Feng Yansheng panicked and arrested him, "Jon, Jon, aren't we friends?"

Before Feng Yansheng could finish his words, Wen Xiyan had suddenly pulled out the hand he had held in his palm.

Feng Yansheng reached out to grab it again, and it was already empty-handed.

Wen Xien turned around and left. Feng Yansheng only saw her tightly pursed lips. Subconsciously turned his head to look at her, but only saw a back.

Feng Yansheng saw Wen Xien suddenly turned around and ran out.

Wen Xien walked very quickly. Feng Yansheng caught up with her in a few steps. He didn't care if he pulled the wound. He reached out to hold Wen Xien's hand. Wen Xien suddenly raised his arm and knocked his hand down.

"Don't leave--Don't leave." Feng Yansheng was anxious and stretched out his arms to stop Wen Xiyi who was still walking outside. He was really not even caring about his image.

Wen Xien was stopped by him and looked a little bored, his eyes getting colder, like a knife.

"Don't leave--" Feng Yansheng looked at Wen Xien who looked like this. He didn't know what else he could say besides this sentence, "My injury has not healed yet, don't leave."
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