Chapter 211 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (49)

They pushed Wen Xien up to a place without a camera.

Wen Xien maintained a strange calm from beginning to end, even if he was surrounded by many people, he still looked faint.

Until the pain in her body swept over, eroding every piece of her flesh and blood.

Especially in my stomach, it seemed like a big hole was opened, and the pain was piercing.

Wen Xien slightly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a boy who looked slutty in school uniform.

His name is Zhao Wu.

I had a fight with Feng Yansheng before and ended up going to the hospital by myself.

In fact, Zhao Wu really wanted to come and cause trouble for Wen Xien. Now that she has caused such a scandal, wouldn’t Zhao Wu just come and cause trouble?

Seeing Wen Xien staring at him blankly, Zhao Wu showed a look of disgust on his face, and then said, "What are you looking at! Death pervert! Believe it or not, I will dig out your eyes?"

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed Wen Xien's hair and lifted her up.

The scalp was a little tingling, and Wen Xien's tears unconsciously poured out of her eyes, wetting her face.

Actually, she didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control her physical tears.

Zhao Wu was obviously stunned when he saw Wen Xien crying. He let go of the hand holding her hair, and then his expression became more unnatural and terrifying. "Who the hell are you seducing!"

"What are you doing?" Wen Xien heard Feng Yansheng's voice.

He walked to Zhao Wu with his ears, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Who told you to touch her? I think you don't want to live anymore."

After saying that, he threw away the candy in his hand and punched Zhao Wu's nose.

A punch seemed not enough. Feng Yansheng pulled up the boy's collar and slapped him in the face again.

No one dared to speak out, they lowered their heads and pretended not to see anything.

Only the sound of bone shattering from Feng Yansheng's fist hitting his face and the boy's shrill wailing.

"Who else moved her? Come out on your knees." Feng Yansheng let go of the boy who was beaten to the point of bruised face.

Wen Xien ignored the farce, as if she was a bystander. She smoothed the folds of her clothes and shrank her back. Wen Xien felt a hot gaze staring at her tightly.

Then a warm palm poked her back, and then Feng Yansheng's muffled voice came from behind him. He said, "I called you just now, why don't you ignore me?"

He called Wen Xien just now, but Wen Xien didn't respond to him.

Wen Xien turned his head, and Feng Yansheng was the only one left behind him.

Feng Yansheng's eyes were bright, and he smiled, revealing the two tiger teeth in his lips.

"The bad guys were driven away."

Talking nonsense, there is clearly a big bad guy in front of you.

Feng Yansheng threw the coat in his hand on Wen Xien, his rebellious eyebrows and eyes turned into a pool of soft water, and he said to her with a smile.

"Your coat is dirty, wear mine."

Wen Xien changed the coat back without saying a word, but Feng Yansheng didn't answer, and the smile on his face gradually became stiff.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wen Xien put it aside and when he turned around and left, his arm was pulled.

Wen Xien turned his back to Feng Yansheng, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but by listening to his voice, he knew that he was in a bad mood at the moment.

He said, "What? I think it's dirty?"

Wen Xien broke away from his hand and looked at him with a slightly face.

Feng Yansheng had been waiting for a long time, but he didn't get a response from Wen Xien. He reached out to hold Wen Xien's face, leaned over and asked carefully, "What's wrong, this is it? I feel so strange."

I obviously knew how to pay attention to him before, but now I have never said a word to him.

Feng Yansheng could only see her pale and cold face, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be looking at him or not, and then his hands slowly pushed him away.

Feng Yansheng wiped his face irritably, threw his coat to the ground, and his eyes were red with anger.

"I don't know what's wrong!"

He almost gritted his teeth.

From the beginning to now, Wen Xien has never said a word.

"Why don't you speak?" Feng Yansheng always knew that Wen Xien was cold, but this look was really cold as if he was resisting something. When he thought of this person resisting him, he felt a little irritated, "You speak!"

There was also candy in the pocket of the coat. Feng Yansheng bought it himself. He didn't know what was wrong. He didn't like to eat sweets, but when he saw candy, he unconsciously wanted to buy it.

I originally wanted to give it to Wen Xien, but now it seems that I don’t give it to her if I give it to her. At least the dog has a conscience and will bark at you if I throw a bone at the dog.

Wen Xien pursed his lips tightly, his face becoming paler.

"Talk!!" Feng Yansheng was irritable just now, but now he is a little panicked.

"I don't want to talk." Wen Xien stood there, and she stood in the shadow.

Feng Yansheng was sad. No one could make him sad before, but this person was just a subtle move, and a word could make his heart start to hurt.

"Why?" Feng Yansheng asked softly.

Wen Xien was even more panicked when he called Feng Yansheng. He wanted to get closer to Wen Xien, but he didn't expect that as soon as he got closer, he was pushed away by Wen Xien again.

The second time, it hit the wall heavily.

Feng Yansheng was still asking, "Why?"

He still felt wronged. He obviously helped her. Why did this person become more and more cold to him?

Why was it pushed away?

The broken hair on the forehead covered her eyebrows and eyes, adding a little gloomy, and then her lips raised into a sarcastic arc, right in front of Feng Yansheng, the arc broke his heart again, "Is there any difference between you and them?"

Isn’t it the same type of person as them? What qualifications do such people have to pretend to be wronged in front of her?

Who do you want to ask for pity?

Feng Yansheng raised his hand to touch her face, but was thrown away hard, and his arm hit the wall. The moment it hit hard, as if it was resting on the bones of his wrist.

"Don't touch me."

Wen Xien's voice was so cold that it could form a piece of ice.

How can it be the same?!

How could he be like those people!

How can those people compare with him?

Feng Yansheng felt a great pain when he listened to her. Only by holding this cold lips in his mouth could he stop the pain.

He really did.

As Wen Xien approached, he suddenly lowered his head and bit Wen Xien's lips.

Feng Yansheng has never kissed anyone else. He just likes to play and is crazy, but he is not interested in love at all. He just holds a fantasy in his heart and thinks about his future partner like a fairy.

Wen Xien pushed him away again, and was very disgusted and pushed him away mercilessly.

Feng Yansheng's back hit the wall, and Wen Xien's lips were bitten by him, and his shiny saliva was still stained with his shiny saliva. He just put the lips between his lips and teeth.

Wen Xien raised his hand and wiped his lips, his lips too bright and red, which was particularly conspicuous on her pale and sickly face.

Feng Yansheng felt that there was an impulse in his heart to break it.

This is something he has never had before, and even reason has to lose his impulse.

He didn't know, he really didn't know why Wen Xien could be so cruel to him and always treat him like this.

He didn't know why this man showed a sad expression to him, he just wanted to show him everything about him.

Wen Xien was still wiping his lips, and Feng Yansheng, who had just been pushed away by him, suddenly pounced on him again. The force was too strong and he suddenly hit Wen Xien on the wall opposite, like a wolf cub. Feng Yansheng didn't even hold Wen Xien's hand, and chewed at Wen Xien's lips fiercely.

Wen Xien's lips were bitten, and there was a little pain, but in such a fierce posture, he could only feel his piety when he approached.

What he wants to prove.

Trying to prove something.

Wen Xien pushed him away again, Feng Yansheng hit the wall, couldn't stand and slid down, leaning against the wall, and then looked up and saw Wen Xien's face.

Wen Xien still had no feelings in his eyes, only disgust and no turmoil, as if he had not taken him seriously.

Feng Yansheng sat on the ground, looked up at Wen Xien with his head, and gasped quickly.

Wen Xien stood in front of him, and his posture brought a sense of condescending scent because of his condescending sensation.

But Wen Xien really didn't expect that this lawless young prince of the Feng family would hold her legs next.

There was a ridiculous idea breaking through the ground.

"Do you like me?" Wen Xien's voice was cold.

Feng Yansheng lowered his head, and Wen Xien couldn't see his expression clearly, but he felt his hands holding her legs trembling.
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