Chapter 229 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (67)

"Aren't you sad?" Wen Xien tilted her head. Her skin was so pale that she always felt a fragile feeling.

sad?

Ma Junying didn't care. To him, Qiao Ling was just a tool to get close to Wen Xien. Apart from that, Qiao Ling was nothing.

"Yeah, come and eat apples, it's very sweet. Don't you still like to eat candy? If you eat fruits, I'll let you eat candy?" The man said incredible gentleness as if he was coaxing a child.

Wen Xien looked at Ma Junying very seriously, and she only saw the man's obsession with her and the uncovered heat.

But there is no trace of affection for Qiao Ling.

At this time, Wen Xien was extremely resentful of the man in front of her. The surging hatred made her wish that the man would disappear.

If it weren't for Ma Junying, nothing would have happened later.

My sister is dead, why is this person still alive?

The fresh flesh was handed to Wen Xien's mouth, and the light lips were stained with fragrant water stains.

Ma Junying felt that he was pretty beastly, and he could not deny that he had no self-control for Wen Xien. One expression or action of the other party could make him feel very moved. The turbid lust surged in his faint red eyes.

Wen Xien refused to open his mouth, and Ma Junying slowly approached Wen Xien.

The beautiful girl who seemed to be an angel, Ma Junying couldn't help but show her obsession, greed and desire for food, but a different, weird and hot look.

It seemed as if I had discovered some rare treasure, and it was fanatical and explicit in those emotionally unconscious eyes.

The hot hands were pressed against the girl's slender back, and she stroked her in a mess, and the eager kiss fell.

Wen Xien raised her eyes lightly, her pale lips pursed tighter and tighter. She raised her hand and slapped Ma Junying, grabbed the big hand in her chest and pulled it out, and threw it aside.

The noise was a bit loud. The fruit plate on Ma Junying's hand was overturned by her and fell to the ground and it was all over the bed.

Ma Junying was used to being beaten, so she didn't bother and laughed. "Did I love you? Yes, I want to listen to you."

He lowered his eyelashes and pretended not to see the strong hatred in Wen Xien's eyes and the tone of disgust of Ma Junying as usual.

Wen Xien just wanted to slap him again, but before he could wave his hand, he was caught by a man who had already prepared.

The man pinched the beautiful and beautiful hand that was pinched in the palm of his hand and put it beside his mouth and kissed him, "Yeah, the hand smells so good, too, even the feet are fragrant, how can it not be fragrant on your body?"

"Yeah, let me kiss you again."

The nasal cavity was filled with a faint cold fragrance. Ma Junying was obsessed with burying Wen Xien's shoulders, and the wet kiss fell down in slight crumbs, leaving a string of water stains.

A wet touch suddenly came from the back of his hand, and Ma Junying's whole body stiffened. He quickly raised his head and bumped into Wen Xien's tears.

Ma Junying suddenly panicked. He just said this. Maybe even Ma Junying didn't know. He always said that he didn't mind Wen Xien's disgusting gaze, but after all, who likes the person he likes to look at him like this, obviously he minds very much, and he's going to die.

He said such frivolous words, and was not hiding selfishness in his mind, as if he could be more balanced in his heart.

Ma Junying sucked Wen Xien's tears with pity.

"It's all my fault, it's me who made Eun-en angry."

Ma Junying grabbed Wen Xien's wrist and said with red eyes, "Can you hit me? It's my fault to hit me, so yeah, don't cry..."

Wen Xien wanted to retract his hand, but Ma Junying grabbed her hand and slapped his handsome face.

Wen Xien had a pale face and trembling lips, "Go out..."

Ma Junying was unwilling to go out, but she didn't dare to stimulate Wen Xien too much, so she had to go out first.

Later, Wen Xien's mood stabilized, but his mental state was not good at all.

She also loves looking out the window.

Their floor is very high, on the 16th floor.

Looking down from the window, the height is thrilling enough.

Wen Xien rarely got out of bed. On the few occasions when he saw her get out of bed, he saw her leaning against the window and looking down.

Every time Ma Junying found out, she felt so nervous that she offended her whole body, and she pulled her down with coaxing and pulling her down.

However, this situation is still repeated. When Ma Junying went out to answer the phone, she saw Wen Xien lying on the windowsill, half of her body was outside the window.

The thin body seemed to be drifting away with the wind.

Ma Junying's pupils shrank, her mind suddenly blanked. She rushed up and hugged her back and carried her back to the bed.

His movements were nervous and scared, so they were not gentle.

Wen Xien was a little confused when he fell onto the bed like this.

"What are you doing?" Ma Junying held her voice down, her voice full of hoarseness and depression, and she also had fear of anger afterwards.

"What the hell are you doing? Do you know how dangerous it was just now! Didn't I say not to go wherever you go? Why don't you listen to me?" He hit Wen Xien one by one, trying to let her dispel the thoughts that made him chill all over with a vicious attitude.

But Wen Xien always looked at him calmly, and there was no emotion in his clean and pure eyes, calmly like a pool of stagnant water.

Ma Junying looked at her like this, and her voice became lower and lower, and finally became silent.

He and Wen Xien, who was so lifeless, looked at each other speechlessly.

"I'm sorry..." Ma Junying buried her head in Wen Xien's arms, and he hugged her slender waist tightly, "I was wrong... I was wrong, don't scare me anymore, okay?"

How could he stop a person who was determined to die?

There was Qiao Ling in the past, but as long as he pinched Qiao Ling, he pinched Wen Xien.

But Qiao Ling is dead at this moment, and Ma Junying doesn't know what else to keep Wen Xien.

He raised his head and looked at Chaoci's beautiful but lifeless eyes.

The tall and strong man's eyes were red, and tears couldn't help but leave them in his eyes.

Ma Junying red eyes, held Wen Xien's hand, and looked at him in a pleading manner: "You still have me, I shouldn't be so beast. I promise in the future that I will not be like that, and I will never again..."

He said, tears in his eyes surging even more, but Wen Xien was still looking at him calmly and silently, his beautiful eyes were like inorganic glass beads at this time.

"Does it hurt to jump from here?" Wen Xien's voice was so gentle.

Ma Junying collapsed, and he hugged Wen Xien and begged her: "It hurts very much. Aren't you most afraid of the pain?"

He didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not, nor did he care about the sight of being tearful, but just repeated such begging over and over again.

(End of this chapter)
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