Chapter 225 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (63)

Feng Yansheng blushed and stammered, "Then... I'll go back first."

His hand reached halfway and shrank back, looking at Wen Xien with a gaze, like a big dog.

Wen Xien nodded and wanted to leave, but seeing Feng Yansheng's appearance was strange, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No, no..." Feng Yansheng was hesitantly, and a tall figure blocked in front of Wen Xien. Under the street light, his handsome face seemed to be light and dark. Under the cover of the night, Wen Xien did not notice the flushing on his cheeks, nor the fiery love in his eyes.

"See you tomorrow... Yes." The boy's voice was a little hoarse. He clenched his hands and felt a cold sweat all over his hands.

"Okay." Wen Xien was anxious to go home, but Feng Yansheng was stuck again, "See you tomorrow."

Sigh.

The heart suddenly crashed into the chest, and a cluster of brilliant sparks splashed out as dying as it was.

The enthusiasm burned from his heart, and he suddenly felt at a loss.

He just stood there blankly, watching Wen Xien's back disappear. Feng Yansheng saw the most that Wen Xien's back, but he never looked like today.

Maybe Wen Xien had never responded to him, but he actually responded today, which made him reluctant to leave. He wanted to stay more by Wen Xien's side and stay more.

It was not until the person had disappeared that Feng Yansheng woke up like a dream and walked home in the darkness of the night.

The figure of the boy was pulled long and long under the street lights.

He couldn't wait to welcome tomorrow.

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Wen Xien took a few deep breaths at the door of his house, and after he had done his mental construction, he took out the key and opened the door.

She changed her shoes, and the dining table was clean and there were no many hearty dishes as usual.

Qiao Ling sat on the sofa and did not move when she heard the movement.

Wen Xien was relieved when he saw Qiao Ling coming back.

She stood there for a while before walking to Qiao Ling, and called out tentatively, "Sister."

"Don't call me sister." Qiao Ling's voice was very calm, and it was a little abnormal. "I don't have a younger brother like you."

These two gentle words scared Wen Xien. She squatted down, grabbed Qiao Ling's hand on her legs, and raised her head in panic, "Sister, sister... Ma Junying is not a good person, he is just a beast..."

From this direction, Wen Xien saw Qiao Ling's face clearly. Qiao Ling's eyes were red and swollen, her eyebrows and eyes were gloomy. There was no gentleness in her eyes, only a strong disgust and disgust.

Yes, disgust.

All the words behind seemed to be stuck in my throat and could not be said.

Wen Xien's face turned pale, and her eyes turned red, spreading into a classical flower, enchanting, red and stunning rain, which was commensurate with her jade-like face. When she squatted down like this, Qiao Ling could see the flowing collarbone under her collar, which only added a bit of a breathtaking and eye-catching look.

Her eyes were as beautiful as the breeze and bright moon, her lips were tightly pursed, and her lips, which were always light, were like agate-red jade shattering, flowing out a sweet and confusing fat color, which was stunning at one glance and stunning at one glance.

A particularly dark thought appeared in Qiao Ling's mind, that she had been kissed by Ma Junying.

Will she also seduce Ma Junying with this expression in front of him? Relying on her beautiful face, she would not even let her sister's boyfriend go?

She should have discovered it long ago. Whenever they were together, Ma Junying would pretend to inquire about Wen Xien. She thought that Ma Junying was like this because of her pressure. She was stupid and she was too stupid.

Looking back now, there are all kinds of problems.

Ma Junying is indeed very good to Wen Xien. She doesn't come to pick up his girlfriend as soon as she gets off work, but to pick up his girlfriend's younger brother.

Many times, I don’t even remember her birthday, but I will always remember Wen Xien’s birthday.

As long as Wen Xien has a problem, Ma Junying promises to arrive as soon as possible, and even her sister is not that qualified.

Was she blind at that time?

How could she not notice it at all if she showed it so clearly?

Qiao Ling wanted to pull out his hand, but Wen Xien held it hard.

"Let go..." Qiao Ling closed her eyes, not wanting to see the person in front of her.

Wen Xien shook his head and grabbed it tighter, as if he would disappear as soon as he let go of Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling's eyelashes were trembling violently. She closed her eyes and the dazzling scene of that day appeared in her mind. The nerves that had been tense in her heart seemed to be broken. She pushed Wen Xien away and stood up.

Wen Xien was pushed out of control.

"Jon, if you really treat me as your sister, would you do such shameless things? I have given you the best since I was a child. Why did you even snatch Junying from me? What am I sorry for you!"

The woman's voice was heart-wrenching, sharp as if she was crazy, her beautiful face was full of pain and tears.

Her initial goal was to cure Wen Xien's illness and then provide Wen Xien with college, and then she could consider her life.

But what about now?

Everything was ruined, and she had no goal at all. She didn't know what the meaning of her life was.

She started to study since high school to support her younger brother in school. Her elder sister was like a mother, and she would also complain, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.

At the beginning, she didn't have a diploma, and she did everything, no matter how dirty or tired she was, and she endured all the hardships. In order to allow her brother to live a good life, she kept sleeping and tried everything.

She had no other thoughts in her mind, just to make her younger brother live no worse than others.

Her brother should have it if others have it.

But what about reality?

Her dearest brother, her most precious brother, her only brother, betrayed her.

After seeing Qiao Ling's brief suffocation, Wen Xien drowned her almost instantly, making her breathless.

"Sister..." Wen Xien spoke, his voice hoarse and terrifying, "No, he doesn't deserve you, that man doesn't deserve you!"

Qiao Ling reluctantly restrained the trembling in his voice and looked at the person on the ground with a panicked look, "I love him, do you understand?"

The expression on Wen Xien's face froze, his eyes slowly turned red, and tears gathered.

"Do you love him that way?" Wen Xien asked crying.

As Qiao Ling looked at it, tears flowed silently, and her heart felt like she was being held tightly by an invisible big hand, almost unable to breathe.

I don't love her very much, but she has worked so hard to walk alone for so long, no matter how tired or thirsty she hasn't stopped. Suddenly someone broke into your life and said to you, "You don't have to work so hard, I have everything."

She could finally give her a breath and stop and take a break.

This sentence is even better than all love words.

(End of this chapter)
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