Chapter 233 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the evening clouds (71)

As soon as the driver drove away, a black Bentley drove to Wen Xien.

The window in the rear seat slowly descended, revealing a noble side face.

It just seemed that this person was in a bad mood. He did not look at Wen Xien, but looked straight ahead.

"Get into the car." His voice was also cold.

Wen Xien did not get in the car, but stood there and looked at him carelessly.

After waiting for a while, Duan Wensen's face became increasingly ugly. He turned his head and looked at Wen Xien with gloomy eyes.

"Get into the car, don't let me say it for the third time."

Wen Xien sat far away from Duan Wensen.

But he turned his head slightly and stared at Wen Xien.

And Wen Xien's beautiful, narrow and deep black eyes were only deep and calm like a cold pool.

The clear and cold fragrance on her body lingers faintly on the tip of her nose, as if it is there or not, but it is easy to grasp all her mind.

With a "bang", the door was closed.

Immediately, the car started slowly.

Duan Wensen withdrew his gaze and looked out the window with some annoyance. Wen Xien's smile just now appeared in his mind.

A sense of anger was in his heart, neither up nor down, and very uncomfortable.

In fact, the smile just now was the first time Duan Wensen saw Wen Xien laughing. This smile deeply hurt his eyes and made his nerves start to get anxious.

The car was very quiet, and each other could smell each other's breathing.

"You just follow me obediently?" Duan Wensen asked. When he spoke, his head didn't turn around and kept staring out the window.

Wen Xien, who was sitting next to him, raised his eyelashes: "If I don't follow you, will you let me go?"

Duan Wensen was silent and did not speak.

Finally, the car stopped in a small villa.

Duan Wensen got off the car first, but Wen Xien sat without moving.

He deliberately took a detour to Wen Xien's car door and helped her open the door, but he pulled Wen Xien down very rudely.

Wen Xien almost fell several times by his big moves.

Duan Wensen dragged her into the villa.

The thick door was closed as well.

Wen Xien took out her cell phone from her pocket. As soon as she opened the screen, a long shadow casted on the clean porcelain board, and then a powerful force came from behind, pushing her all the way inside!

The phone fell to the ground with a snap, and the light on the screen was still lit.

The slender girl was pressed against the cold white wall, and her back was hit hard, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Duan Wensen, who was standing in front of her, still had a smile on her face, but the light in her eyes became fierce, making him more scary than before.

He opened his thin lips lightly: "Take it off!"

Wen Xien's eyes were clearly black and white, and he looked at him coldly.

The man's body temperature is high, and it is even more terrifyingly hot in this summer.

Duan Wensen looked at Wen Xien from the somewhat hazy yellow light. The more he looked, the more he became more beautiful, and the more he looked, the more he became more moved.

I lay down, sniffed it carefully, touched it, and then solemnly fell a kiss on Wen Xien's forehead.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, I smiled, but before I could say a few words, my hanging neck was scratched hard, accompanied by Wen Xien's punch and kick.

Wen Xien didn't leave any effort. In just a few seconds, there were a few red marks on Duan Wensen's neck.

He touched his neck, smiled, and then suddenly grabbed Wen Xien's neck.

Wen Xien had difficulty breathing after being pinched on his neck, but he refused to beg for mercy.

Duan Wensen used his hand more force, and his arm strength was very terrifying. The slightly bulging muscles could be seen on the extended arm, with smooth and explosive lines.

Duan Wensen didn't say anything, but stretched out her other hand and touched Wen Xien's cheek. Her skin was white, and her neck was pinched at this moment, and her face began to turn white, which looked very pitiful.

"Give me a smile." Duan Wensen still resented Wen Xien's smile at the driver just now.

The skin is white, and the black hair is slightly longer and slid across the side neck and remains in the deep concave collarbone socket. It is really charming and beautiful.

"Why don't you laugh? You smile so slutty at others, but you can't laugh at me?" Duan Wensen's eyes began to change when he said the latter, "Smile! You're fucking laughing!"

The man's heart and mouth are fluctuating violently, and the muscles on his young arms are weak.

Wen Xien was pressed against the wall by him, pulling his hands hard with both hands, trying to gain some room for breath for himself: "Yes, I just can't laugh at you."

She was in trouble like this, and her fragile and stubborn look was more beautiful than before, like a dying swan.

Duan Wensen sneered and let go of his hand. Wen Xien immediately fell to the ground, coughing while covering her neck with her handprints, her thin back trembled slightly like the wings of a butterfly.

Duan Wensen's eyes flashed with a violent look, and he knew that the anxiety in his heart began to become active again.

He wants to bully Wen Xien even harder now, so he should bully him and cry out quickly.

He pressed his forehead and tried his best to calm his excitement, "You know my personality, Jon, you want to be good, do you know?"

The person who fell on the ground made a hoarse voice, "Duan Wensen...you are just a madman..."

After saying that, he started coughing violently again, and then he seemed to be unable to breathe for a while and fell to the ground, his eyes closed and he lost consciousness.

Seeing this, Duan Wensen immediately panicked, his mind was blank for a moment, and he quickly squatted down and pressed the side of her neck to test her pulse.

The moment he pressed Wen Xien's neck with his hand on his side, he felt the pulse under his palm. Duan Wensen subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but after relaxing in this moment, he felt a chill in his chest, and then a severe pain came!

He lowered his head in disbelief and saw that the unconscious person who was supposed to be lying on the ground now had a pair of cold eyes and a knife in his right hand.

The sharp knife's thin blade penetrated into his chest, and scarlet and warm blood dripped down Wen Xien's pale wrists, and the two of them were red.

Duan Wensen was completely shocked through Wen Xien's eyes - he really didn't expect Wen Xien to stab him so without hesitation.

Duan Wensen felt anger in his heart, and he wanted to take action, but he heard Wen Xien's voice sounding extremely calmly, "If you move again, your life will be lost."

Wen Xien was actually very famous when she was in that school. She was famous for her face, but because of some things later, the classmates around her turned their favor into disgust. Her face, coupled with a gloomy and indifferent expression, only makes people feel inaccessible.

It was just too difficult to get close to, so I wanted someone to pick out the shortcomings of her to show their distance, but it was actually not that far away.

Duan Wensen had heard many girls secretly discussing Wen Xien behind their backs. They called the male god and called her the flower of Gaoling, and they were full of longing for her.

(End of this chapter)
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