Chapter 203 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (41)

Wen Xien could feel the heartbeat behind him beating very quickly, and the breath he exhaled was also very sensational. It was obviously her uncomfortable, but Feng Yansheng shook even more powerful than her.

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Ma Junying's cell phone ringing during the meeting, and the bosses below all jumped, and the light of his eyes glanced at the phone uncontrollably.

Ma Junying frowned, glanced at her phone, hesitated for a moment, and answered.

I don’t know what the person on the other side of the phone is saying. The boss looked at Ma Junying’s face getting darker and darker. He suddenly stood up, his tall body with a strong sense of oppression.

These bosses have followed Ma Junying for several years, and this is the first time they have seen Ma Junying like this.

How to say it, it's a bit scary.

Ma Junying hung up the phone, her expression calmed down, but her eyes became darker and darker.

"That's all for today's meeting." Ma Junying left with a cold face, her pace was much faster than before.

While he asked his assistant to check a person's location, he still had Qiao Ling's crying and what she said to her in his mind.

"Junying... Yes, she's gone. She has been left for a day and hasn't come back... I'm worried something happened to her... Woo."

He pulled his tie irritably, frowned coldly, and could not calm down for a long time.

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It is very simple to check Wen Xien's traces, and it was found in about ten minutes.

Ma Junying drove over by herself, and Qiao Ling followed her.

Qiao Ling was so anxious that she was thinking about Wen Xien so much that she didn't notice Ma Junying's unusualness.

Ma Junying only felt that he saw some black shadows from the corner of his eyes. His car was not fast at night, but the black shadow seemed to gallop, slid from his eyes, causing Ma Junying's heart to let go. He stepped on the brakes. This time, he had completely lost his manners. He didn't say a word, his lips were pursed tightly, and he drove the door and got out of the car first.

Qiao Ling looked behind the window and got off the car immediately.

Feng Yansheng's heart was all over Wen Xien. He waited until Ma Junying came closer to him and felt it. However, when he realized it, it was too late. The person who suddenly approached walked to Wen Xien, leaned down his leg as if comforting a child, and half-kneeled and held the man's shoulder with both hands.

His palm was warm.

Wen Xien, who was extremely painful, was even confused even in his mind. At this time, she felt the temperature, which was transmitted from her skin to the bones that were about to freeze.

Wen Xien raised his head, his face buried between his arms was covered with cold sweat, his brows were furrowed, and he was so aggrieved and pitiful that he was dying.

But Ma Junying seemed to know it was him, but she breathed a sigh of relief, and then her eyebrows stretched out and smiled.

He spoke softly, and the sound was so low that it was so good, "Yeah..."

"Yeah!"

Ma Junying's voice was covered by Qiao Ling's voice, and his expression froze.

Wen Xien looked dazed, and then a drop of tears fell down as he blinked his eyes.

She broke free from Ma Junying's confinement and stared at Qiao Ling with red eyes.

There is only Qiao Ling in her eyes.

Ma Junying's face became a little ugly, and her ink-colored eyes were stained with dark light, but she did not move for a moment.

He just couldn't understand why no matter what this woman was, Wen Xien would depend on and like her condition.

Is Qiao Ling so good?

Was he just not good to her?

But has Wen Xien ever given him a good look? He felt that he was really stunned. He lost his composure for a stranger who was not serious.

"Why do you still love to cry so much?" Qiao Ling was a little helpless. She reached out to touch Wen Xien's pale and thin face, feeling very pity.

Wen Xien looked at Qiao Ling like this and tears fell down her face.

Qiao Ling opened her arms and hugged Wen Xien, who looked like this, into her arms. Her breath and voice wrapped around the tenderness of her own words and sent it into Wen Xien's ears, "I'm wrong. I shouldn't say that, can I go home with me? Yes."

Qiao Ling also regretted it particularly. Even though Wen Xien was the only relative she had protected and cherished since childhood, she was really confused for a moment.

However, only by a momentary mistake can one express the true thoughts deep in one's heart.

Wen Xien pulled Qiao Ling's corner of her clothes, her slender and fragile eyelashes trembled slightly, charming and fragile, her voice was very soft, "Go home."

Feng Yansheng stood in front of the two of them, and could not say anything to stop Qiao Ling.

These two people knew each other. Wen Xien seemed to have found vitality in this person, his heart and eyes were full of resistance, as if he was born with dependence and trust. This way he was so angry that he wanted to cry.

Wen Xien leaned in Qiao Ling's arms and stood up by Qiao Ling's shoulder. Wen Xien was half a head taller than Qiao Ling, but very thin.

Wen Xien's face turned pale and the pain was so severe that she didn't hum this time.

Feng Yansheng had never seen Wen Xien look so dependent and obedient, and his palms were so numb that he felt his nails were cut.

Qiao Ling held one of Wen Xien's arms. From Feng Yansheng's perspective, Wen Xien seemed to be snuggling in her arms.

Qiao Ling helped Wen Xien to leave. Feng Yansheng, who came to his senses, rushed to the front of the two, opened his arms to stop Qiao Ling, with unconcealed disgust and defense in his eyes, "Where are you going to take her?"

Qiao Ling seemed to see him at this time, but Feng Yansheng's appearance was not a good person. In addition, Wen Xien's withdrawn look, Qiao Ling didn't think Wen Xien would play well with such people.

"It's so late, I'm going to take her home." Qiao Ling's tone was not good, nor was it bad.

Wen Xien, who was holding her arm, suddenly shivered. Qiao Ling felt the trembling under her palms and looked over in surprise. At this time, Feng Yansheng's face had been distorted. He didn't look at Wen Xien's face, and stepped forward a few steps, pushed Qiao Ling away with one hand, and pulled Wen Xien's wrist with the other hand to pull her out of Qiao Ling's arms.

Wen Xien couldn't even raise a little strength at this time, so he could only let him do it.

"You..." Qiao Ling didn't expect Feng Yansheng to suddenly burst out with such a move, and Wen Xien in his arms was already pulled over by Feng Yansheng.

Wen Xien couldn't stand firmly, and her back was hunched over. Feng Yansheng pulled her back behind her, and she couldn't even see her face clearly.

"She won't go home!" Feng Yansheng stared at Shen Chen in front of him, his breathing a little turbid, "Who are you? Why do you say you can take her home and take her!"

"I am her sister!" Qiao Ling's tone was a little excited. She didn't look at Feng Yansheng, and her eyes were staring at Wen Xien who was standing behind Feng Yansheng, "Yeah--"

Feng Yansheng felt the person behind him shivering again. Because he was getting closer, he seemed to be able to hear Wen Xien's breathing.

elder sister--

Feng Yansheng thought of the last parking lot scene, and he looked at Ma Junying again.

The blood all over his body became cold, and an incredible idea emerged in Feng Yansheng's mind.

"Yeah--" Qiao Ling took a step forward, stretched out her hand to touch Wen Xien's cheek, "Go home with me."

Feng Yansheng pulled Wen Xien's arm back. He looked very angry and his eyes were full of fire, "Get out--she won't go with you!"

(End of this chapter)
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