Chapter 762 Returning from the Death, Scattered Flowers (46)

But immediately he was frightened by Wen Xien's cold expression.

It was as cold as the condensed frost.

"Have I said I agree?"

Guo Zhenfei was stunned. The temperature on his body dropped rapidly, and he was helpless and didn't know how to let go.

There seemed to be a thorn stuck in his throat, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

Wen Xien looked at him, his pale lips slightly opened: "I don't want to, do you know?"

Look, she said such hurtful words, and her tone was still so light, as if she was saying something that was normal, but it extinguished the light in his eyes and hurt his heart one by one.

But she doesn't seem to be enough.

"I don't want to accept your likes."

"I don't want you to touch me."

"I don't want you to pester me."

She looked at Guo Zhenfei indifferently, like the fresh and tender green leaves that have just sprouted in spring, cold and gentle.

He said innocently and cruelly to the man who had lost his expression: "So, do you understand?"

Guo Zhenfei's dark eyes were not instantly instantly, and his eyelashes were hanging in a daze. He endured the suffocation of his heart and said in confusion: "I don't understand."

Wen Xien: “…”

But the man seemed to have a sharp horn, his eyebrows and eyes were suppressed and gloomy. He stubbornly pressed Wen Xien's thin shoulders, dull and slow.

"Why?"

Wen Xien seemed to be bored and turned his head, "There is no reason, I just don't want to."

She said so easily, as if she was too lazy to hide it anymore. Guo Zhenfei was still looking forward to something good to say - the fire suddenly went out, and his heart was like a knife.

"Who do you want to?" he asked paranoidly.

Wen Xien snatched the wooden spoon from his hand and bent over to water it himself, obviously not wanting to pay attention to the man behind him.

But the man still refused to give in. He pressed Wen Xien's shoulder and pulled her up. The two of them face to face, and Wen Xien was unwilling to look at him.

Guo Zhenfei leaned in front of Wen Xien, clenched his teeth, his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were sinister and angry and painful.

"Is it Zhou Wenying? You are willing to be with her, right?"

Since he expressed his feelings a little that day, Wen Xien has never smiled at him again, nor wanted to see him, nor accepted his kindness. The two of them are strangers.

Even if he bumped into it on the road, Wen Xien treated him like air.

Wen Xien was sick, but he was kicked out and he didn't even have the qualifications to take care of her. He was afraid that Wen Xien would be unhappy and aggravate his condition. He didn't even dare to go to see him head-on, so he could only ask Zhou Wenying to give her things, and he also specifically told him not to be discovered, because he was afraid that Wen Xien would not accept her.

As time goes by, Wen Xien and Zhou Wenying get along more and more harmoniously. Wen Xien even smiles at her and holds her hand. It is obviously his own authority, but now it has been transferred to another person.

Now when he mentioned Zhou Wenying, Wen Xien's original plain expression changed, as if he was panicked, as if he was said to be.

Wen Xien...Does he like...her?

A burst of pain was heard from his heart and was covered with malice jealousy. This negative emotion that had never been seen made him clench his teeth.

No! No! No!

He urgently observed Wen Xien's expression, trying to see the emotions he wanted from it.

Wen Xien didn't look at Guo Zhenfei, but only looked at the point in the void, his voice was calm and he had no emotions: "What are you talking nonsense? Can't you see it? Wenying likes you, she only has you in her eyes. Brother Guo is not a stupid person. Did you really not see it?"

Hearing Wen Xien's tone, it seemed that he did not have that kind of feelings for Zhou Wenying. Guo Zhenfei breathed a little relieved. In fact, for the unimportant person, Guo Zhenfei was too lazy to focus on that person. So what if Zhou Wenying likes him? He never cared about it.

His heart was so small that he could only leave Wen Xien alone.

Guo Zhenfei just said, "But I like you."

Wen Xien said calmly: "But I don't like you."

The inexplicable tingling and soreness in my heart,

As painful as a bone-attached gangrene, Guo Zhenfei was stubborn as a stone.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if I don't like it, I'll just like you."

Wen Xien sighed. She was not talking, and it was okay to know that it would be meaningless if she continued to talk.

When she watered her, the man watched from the side. When the water in the barrel was empty, the man quickly ran to the stream to fill the water.

Wen Xien couldn't stop him even if he wanted to stop him.

After a day of work, Wen Xien came home with something, and the man followed her like a silent shadow. Only Wen Xien turned around and she was there.

When Wen Xien returned home, he was still standing at the door stupidly.

Wen Xien finally turned around, "You go back."

The man was not annoyed by her merciless order to expel the guest. Before leaving, he carefully helped her close the door of the house. His voice came from outside the house in a muffled voice: "I can do these heavy tasks... If you come to me, I must be there."

There was no sound coming from the room. Guo Zhenfei lowered his head in disappointment and left in one step and three times.

Wen Xien leaned against the door, she looked up at the sunset, her pale and sick face was a dull reaction to things. It was strange that she clearly did not show any sad expression, but it seemed that people could clearly feel that she was sad.

She watched the pure and beautiful red glow slowly dye the Western sky red, like golden lotus flowers, rushing to bloom on the edge of the blue sky, and the clouds turned golden under the rays of the rays.

The spring breeze blew up her hair, and her thoughts seemed to have blew away with the breeze.

The sleeves were gently pulled.

Wen Xien lowered his head blankly, it was Xiaohua.

He seemed to have come out of the kitchen just now, and there was still dust on his face that was accidentally brought up.

Wen Xien reached out to wipe away the ashes from his face, and his straight waist was naturally bent, and slowly squatted down. She held the child's hand and looked at his eyes straight.

The child said nothing. He just kissed Wen Xien quickly on his snow-white and sickly but still beautiful and thrilling face.

Wen Xien's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the expressionless child in surprise, touched the kissed cheek, with a silly expression.

Very cute.

The child's eyebrows and eyes bent slightly curved.

He didn't know why, but just saw Wen Xien looking at the sky, and Wen Xien's whole body was filled with a powerless and illusory aura.

It seemed that she would leave with the breeze at any time, and there was no reason to panic. He subconsciously pulled the corner of Wen Xien's clothes to prevent her from leaving with the breeze.

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