Chapter 227 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (65)

Salty, astringent, and astringent taste.

Rubbing the cold cheeks, Wen Xien's tears fell one by one, and she struggled to move her lower lip, and she said, "...what should I do."

She was extremely confused when she said this, like a child who lost his direction.

...

Ma Junying didn't find Wen Xien when she went to find Wen Xien. He didn't know why he was always very nervous. It seemed that something was out of his control. Now he really wanted to hug Wen Xien and kiss her again. Only in this way can he no longer feel so insecure.

But the empty house slowly widened Ma Junying's uneasiness. He picked up the phone and asked his subordinates to find out Wen Xien's current location.

In the end, Ma Junying found the thin figure in a small corner of the hospital.

Wen Xien squatted in the corner, holding his knees with his hands, and buried his head in his arms. She was so thin, and she could be a small ball wherever she shrank.

Ma Junying ran up. His neat suit without any wrinkles was slightly messy at this time. A few hairs combed in his mind also hung down, and there was inexplicably a sense of embarrassment.

But he was a little afraid to go over at this moment and dared not face Wen Xien. He was so scared that Wen Xien hated him.

On the way here, Ma Junying already knew what happened, but Qiao Ling's death was really unexpected and expected.

But it is undeniable that he has no idea of ​​hurting Wen Xien.

The hand hanging on the side of his legs tightly clenched and loosened, and over and over again, he came to Wen Xien with heavy steps. Ma Junying slowly squatted down and opened her arms to hug the person who was still trembling slightly.

The person in her arms did not struggle or made any noise. She just let Ma Junying hold her, and there was no reaction except for her slightly trembling body.

Seeing this, Ma Junying couldn't help but tighten her arms and hugged Wen Xien even tighter.

As night fell gradually, a man in a gray suit stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly watching the traffic under his feet.

A man has a grand figure, deep and handsome facial features, mature and noble.

The phone suddenly vibrated, breaking the tranquility of this room.

"Sir, Young Master Qiao's mood has stabilized and he has rested now."

Ma Junying tightened her phone and said a little favor. He breathed a sigh of relief. He came to Wen Xien's room and quietly watched the door for a long time before leaving.

He brought Wen Xien back to his private apartment, and was worried for a moment, but also had selfish intentions. Now Wen Xien has no relatives or even good friends to play with. As long as he locked Wen Xien here, no one could find out. By then, Wen Xien will truly become him alone.

Now Wen Xien is definitely a rare treasure that all hunters dream of, greedy and want to occupy.

Ma Junying fell into a state of anxiety.

Ma Junying knew why he was uneasy and impatient. He knew why he couldn't stand it. It was because the man had no safe haven, but he was powerless to change. In fact, he didn't want to change.

Ma Junying never felt that he was so perverted, or that he had never discovered his true face.

When he comforted Wen Xien over and over again and said, "It's okay, I'm still there." He thought in his heart whether he could step closer when Wen Xien fell into the dust like a broken jade.

Picking up the broken bones left by God, looking for a jade-colored rib, and creating her bones and flesh.

Eve, who was the only one of him.

This idea can only be thought a little bit, even if it has not been practiced, it can make his blood boil.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with this...bad...

Ma Junying stood in the corner of the wall, her tall body blocking the light tightly, covering a cloud of shadows.

Like a traitor crawling from the darkness back to the sun.

He stared at Wen Xien's room in a daze, holding his hands tightly, and his whole body was so gloomy and terrible.

When it was late at night, my beautiful white feet stepped on the solid wood floor, making no big or small sounds.

One sound after another, the time intervals seemed to be carefully calculated and accurate and cold.

She walked into the bathroom and lit a light.

The light was not bright, but the figures in the mirror looked very clearly.

——She walked to the bathtub and looked at it calmly.

The bathtub was filled with water, so clear that it could show her appearance. What kind of face was that.

A face that is enough to drive any man crazy.

But the owner of the face seemed to be very annoying. She closed her eyes and was unwilling to look at herself more.

The faucet of the bathtub is turned on, and the lukewarm and hot water flows out.

What is the meaning of life?

This is a question that Wen Xien has never understood. If you live too hard, will it still be meaningful to live?

Why do all the people she wants to cherish leave her and leave her here alone?

She obviously had a happy family at the beginning, but now she is the only one left.

Qiao Ling is everything to her.

She was sick, and she was very serious and could not be cured. The only antidote was Qiao Ling.

But nothing matters.

Who is the murderer?

If it weren't for her, Qiao Ling would have lived a happy life.

She ruined her sister and she ruined herself.

Wen Xien stepped into the bathtub and lay down slowly.

So disgusting, so disgusting, getting more and more disgusting...

I really want to have a knife that can cut off all the flesh on my body and burn it clean with a fire.

She lay in the bathroom, her body slowly sinks, and the water spreads to her chest, collarbone, neck, chin, and nose...

My sister is gone, how dare she survive alone?

Ma Junying was awakened by a dream. He sat up suddenly, gasping heavily, and the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and it felt uncomfortable to stick to his face. Ma Junying, who had always been very obsessed with cleanliness, did not go to take a shower as soon as possible, but ran to Wen Xien's room.

He had no time to think about anything now, his mind was blank, and now he only had one idea, which was to meet Wen Xien.

Can't wait!

Can't delay any delay!

He pushed open the door, and because he tried too hard, he made a deafening sound. He walked in quickly. The person who was supposed to be lying on the bed was gone. His heart tightened, and only the light in the bathroom was still on.

Ma Junying almost ran over and opened the door to see the scene inside. At that moment, the blood on her limbs and bones seemed to have frozen.

The girl was lying quietly in the bathtub, not even her head exposed, and the faucet was on. The wet and wet sound of water stimulated Ma Junying's eardrums and magnified several times in his ears.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!