Chapter 206 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (44)

The bathroom was in Wen Xien's room. Qiao Ling had already prepared the dough. After waiting in the living room for more than an hour, he didn't hear any movement in Wen Xien's room, and Ma Junying was still inside.

The noodles in the bowl were already cold. Qiao Ling had knocked on the door three times. This time when she was about to open it, there was a small gap.

The lights in the room were on, and the man was tall, blocking the light behind him, and the crack in the door was very small.

Qiao Ling looked at Ma Junying and was puzzled. She didn't understand when his relationship with Wen Xien was so good. "Well? The noodles have been cooked."

The man lowered his eyes, his voice was hoarse, "She was asleep, and I felt uncomfortable, so I'll stay with her for a while."

Qiao Ling remembered Wen Xien's pale face and became anxious, "Yeah, is it okay? Do you want to go to the hospital for a look? I..."

"No." Ma Junying frowned, obviously impatient, "It's enough for me to accompany her."

Qiao Ling was stunned, she smiled reluctantly, "When did your relationship with Eun'en be so good..."

Qiao Ling didn't say the following words, and Ma Junying's eyes were very cold, making Qiao Ling dare not speak again.

In this quiet atmosphere, Qiao Ling seemed to hear a very small whimper faintly.

The sound is very small.

Qiao Ling thought she had heard it wrong, so she didn't care too much.

"I have always had a good relationship with Eun." The man left this unknown sentence and closed the door.

The movement was a little anxious.

Qiao Ling stared at the door blankly, and she suddenly had a particularly ominous premonition in her heart, which made her feel particularly panicked. This panic was inexplicably strange. She didn't want to stay at the door for too long and hurried back to the room.

Wen Xien took a deep breath and was about to sit up and watch, but the constraints from her wrists made her straight body fall down again.

The man crawling at Wen Xien's feet like a giant beast raised his head slightly when he heard the movement and straightened his back.

Because she couldn't get up, Wen Xien's vision was limited and she couldn't see the situation at her feet.

I can't see it, but the feeling becomes clearer.

The wetness under the soles of the feet cannot be ignored, and the bitten part of the ankle still radiates a numbness that is unwilling to fade, and it blends into the tendons.

Wen Xien moved his hands, and there was limited room for movement.

It was Ma Junying who tied her hands with a tie. Her whole body was soft and her mouth was blocked by him with gauze.

I couldn't see Ma Junying's person, but Wen Xien still raised his foot and kicked it with the feeling.

This kick really made Wen Xien kick it in a solid way, and she kicked it on Ma Junying's side face.

Wen Xien really had no strength. Her eyes were half-closed, and her pale skin was filled with abnormal blush.

She couldn't even make a sound in her throat now. When Qiao Ling opened the door, she originally wanted to ask for help, but she didn't expect...

The man who was kicked was not angry at all, and he didn't even move his eyebrows. Wen Xien used all his strength, but because of his poor physical condition, he actually didn't have much strength.

Ma Junying raised his hand and grabbed the jade-white ankle bone again, and he could easily hold it with one hand.

The cold eyebrows and eyes slightly closed, with a hidden deep burning heat. The shallow gaze passed through the white and greasy skin in front of him. He saw some red marks on the instep, which were left by him just now. It was bright red and conspicuous on the snow-white field, like an overly gorgeous flower.

His eyes stayed on the barefoot for a while, then slid down the legs, from the calf to the knee, and then to the thigh, and searched deeper.

...

Wen Xien walked under the shade of the tree, holding a few books in her hand, her long broken hair covered her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and her exposed eyes were dull and dull. She suddenly heard someone beside her shouting, saying that it started fighting.

People's curious nature, and people go to the playground where the crowds are surging.

The shoulders were hit and the hands were loosened, and the books fell to the ground.

The book was also picked by people who rushed over to watch the fun.

Wen Xien picked it up, patted the ashes on it, took out two candies from her pocket to eat, suppressing her irritability.

On the not-so-wide road separated by the stairs and the toilet, more than a dozen boys were fighting.

The person who beat the most fiercely, pulled his hair and pressed it against the wall was Feng Yansheng.

At this time, he was no longer as stupid as he was in front of Wen Xien. On the pure black T-shirt, the silver necklace flashed.

His eyes revealed a sense of ruthlessness, like a beast.

When he hit someone, the bulging muscles on his arms and the fighters, except Feng Yansheng, were standing, and the others were lying on the ground.

He put on his coat tied around his waist, stepped over with the railing, and walked through the crowd as if nothing had happened.

The security guards rushed over immediately, and they stopped Feng Yansheng one by one.

But for some reason, the security guards did not directly press the security department as they did when they arrested people. In the past, as long as someone committed in the school, these security guards would rush to the principal's office, but it was particularly different for Feng Yansheng.

The security guard not only did not yell but followed Feng Yansheng.

Feng Yansheng happened to meet Wen Xien opposite him, and he paused.

Wen Xien folded the candy paper and put it in her pocket. She raised her eyes slightly and met Feng Yansheng's sight.

Feng Yansheng knew that she must have sugar in her mouth, so he walked over and stretched out his hand and said, "Give me one."

With an inexplicable tone, Feng Yansheng looked at Wen Xien and said softly, "I want to eat."

Wen Xien looked at him and took out one from his pocket.

Feng Yansheng took it, Wen Xien lowered his eyebrows and missed it by his side.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Feng Yansheng looked at the candy in his hand, his slender fingers trembled slightly, and then slowly closed them, trapping the candy in his hand in his hand.

He turned around uncontrollably and looked at Wen Xien's thin back.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Wen Xien became thinner and paler.

As expected, Feng Yansheng was invited by the principal to the office for tea again. The principal spoke with great thoughts next to him, hoping that Feng Yansheng would be more restrained.

This fight is already the norm, and the principal cannot really expel Feng Yansheng. After all, it is not a big deal, so I can only say a few words without any pain.

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(End of this chapter)
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