Chapter 219 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (57)

Wen Xien said expressionlessly, "What about that?"

Feng Yansheng no longer smiled and looked at the person who looked like an angel in front of him, but his low voice was soft, as if he was begging, "He doesn't look good, yes, don't go back with him, I'll send you back."

Meeting Wen Xien's gaze, his fingers wrapped around Wen Xien's palms like clingy snakes, and the more he said, the less he sounded, "Okay? Yes."

Wen Xien's mood has been in a bad mood since she saw that man, and even Feng Yansheng, who was obviously uneasy in front of him, was a little bored.

"You want to send me back?" Wen Xien's eyes were very cold.

Feng Yansheng grinned and was delighted. The wheat-colored skin color could not tell any other colors, otherwise Wen Xien would know how excited the young man in front of him was.

"Yes, yes, I'll take you back. Is your house far away? If it's far away, you can take the bus. If it's not far away, let's walk back." Feng Yansheng had already started thinking about how to go back, and he didn't notice Wen Xien's already cold face.

Wen Xien listened quietly to him and waited until Feng Yansheng saw it, saying, "Did I ask you to give it to me?"

The short black hair raised a little casually, revealing the delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the pale skin was filled with a morbidity. It was obviously an angel-like face, but what he said made people feel chilled for no reason. "Feng Yansheng, you go back first."

Wen Xien pushed the motionless boy in front of him with force and wanted to walk past him, but the sudden powerful force grabbed Wen Xien's shoulder tightly.

She could only turn her head, Wen Xien thought she would meet the boy's angry expression, but not.

Feng Yansheng lowered his face, making it impossible to see the expression on his face. His hands clenched his fists, and his blocky biceps were full of strength.

Could it be that Wen Xien swallowed quietly, and he would go to the hospital if he went down with this punch.

Feng Yansheng raised his head again, he smiled, revealing his small tiger teeth, "Be careful, see you tomorrow!"

Wen Xien didn't expect that this would be the case. She looked at Feng Yansheng's smile for no reason, and was unwilling to guess his thoughts. She nodded casually and walked towards Ma Junying.

Feng Yansheng looked at her thin back and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, but he never expected that Wen Xien would look back at him.

Looking at Wen Xien's pale face, Feng Yansheng immediately showed a bright smile again, raised his arm and waved his hand.

In a trance, Feng Yansheng seemed to see Wen Xien laughing. When he wanted to look carefully, Wen Xien had turned his head.

Thinking that Wen Xien might smile at him, his heart heated up quickly, and the blood in his body seemed to surge, and the temperature on his face slowly heated up, he couldn't help but giggle.

Just now Jon smiled at him... she smiled at him alone...

Wen Xien walked to Ma Junying and grabbed the bag.

Ma Junying flirted with her and lowered her eyes.

"who is he?"

Before Wen Xien could answer, Ma Junying suddenly squirted lightly and said with a smile, "Go home."

A look that I don't want to say anything more.

Wen Xien really said nothing, and his heart was silent, and his face was slightly cold.

Seeing this, Ma Junying's face was a little heavy.

I was so happy to smile at others just now, and I had a cold face towards him. This obvious contrast made Ma Junying's eyes darker.

Thinking of this, the man's eyes sank, and then he opened the driver's seat door and went in, without giving Wen Xien a look throughout the whole process.

Seeing this, Wen Xien didn't say much, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

The private car rushed by in the dark, and the atmosphere inside the car was a bit dull.

Ma Junying in the driver's seat pulled a button of her shirt, "You have nothing you want to say?"

Wen Xien paused and turned his face toward Ma Junying, "What should I say?"

Ma Junying's tongue pressed against her upper palate, slowing down her surging restlessness.

The car was pressed at the entrance of the apartment area. The guard looked at the license plate and made a gesture to release it.

The yellow street lights were projected on this private car. At a steady speed, Ma Junying let go of one of the hand on the driving wheel, pressed the middle of her eyebrows and slowed down.

"Yeah, stay away from him."

Wen Xien kept looking out the car window, and heard it, just sneered coldly, "You have to take care of my business."

The car stopped suddenly, and the forward inertia surprised Wen Xien. She turned her head suddenly, "What are you sending..."

Suddenly he stopped talking, Wen Xien hurriedly turned away and said nothing.

Because she stared at her without a moment, she was so deep that she was almost ink, and she didn't dare or wanted to explore it.

If you intuition continues, something will happen.

Wen Xien shrank his shoulders and leaned himself against the car door.

"Look at what you look like now? Do you know that he has taught you badly? Don't get along with such people in the future."

"Hmm?" The cold tail sounded a little, revealing an inexplicable danger.

Seeing that Wen Xien did not respond, he seemed to be resisting speechlessly.

The man lowered his eyes, leaned over, supported his arms on the back of the passenger driver, pressed his hands against the car door, and placed Wen Xien's cage tightly in his chest.

Wen Xien hurriedly reached out to Ma Junying.

His expression was stunned, but he looked like he didn't react.

The distance between the two was so close that Wen Xien could smell the mellow tobacco smell on the man's body and a coldness that was pressing against him.

Wen Xien looked away with a little unbearable, and his pale lips also pursed slightly.

The man approached again calmly, and the Adam's apple on the neckline rolled up and down.

“Yeah…”

The eyes that looked at Wen Xien were dark and thick as ink.

The man unconsciously licked his upper jaw, slowed down, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a fierce beast about to be hunted, and was forced to restrain himself by the chains, "I don't want this either, huh... If you don't obey, I will lock you up until you are obedient."

Wen Xien couldn't help but tighten his fingers against Ma Junying's chest, and his thin shoulders shrank out.

Ma Junying's eyes became deeper, "………Are you afraid of me?"

"You... don't do this." The trembling ending sound showed a tone similar to sob.

The two men's bodies were getting tighter and tighter. Wen Xien panicked and struggled hard, and his wrists, which were covered by his wide school uniform, were exposed.

The hand was slender and slender, almost transparent, and the fingernails were faintly pink.

Her hand pushed, and she used too much force to make a touch of bright red and cold white fingertips, and a sense of fragility arose.

Ma Junying's eyes were slightly dark, her voice was hoarse, but she felt a little soft, "So Yen, you must be obedient. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you last time. Don't think about Qiao Ling anymore, okay? I will treat you better. Yen, I will give you whatever you want."

Ma Junying approached her ears, like ambiguous whisper between lovers, "I will make it clear when Qiao Ling comes back, your sister will bless us..."

Wen Xien trembled against his hand, unconsciously clasped his fingertips, and his joints turned white.

Suddenly, as if he had surrendered, Wen Xien paused and let go of his hand against the man's chest.

She looked up and looked at the man calmly, her eyes flashing inexplicably.

"good."

This gentle word shocked Ma Junying, his body stiffened, and a burst of ecstasy surged on his face, but Wen Xien's next sentence made Ma Junying's smile close.

"When my sister comes back, you will make it clear to her, and then...I'll be with you."

Ma Junying was furious when she heard the previous sentence, and the next sentence calmed his anger. He stared at Wen Xien's pale face. He touched Wen Xien's face like stroking his pet. His broad palm pressed down on Wen Xien's neck and rubbed the small piece of flesh, which was a bit savory. "I just knew that thinking about Qiao Ling, you can't think of me."

(End of this chapter)
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