How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 173 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the twilight clouds (10)

   "You have a good relationship with Feng Yansheng?" Duan Wensen squatted down beside Wen Xien's head.

  Wen Xien's eyes were red all over, and his long eyelashes were trembling, and he looked extraordinarily helpless.

   Duan Wensen's hands were cold, and they touched Wen Xien's hot face, which was extraordinarily comfortable.

   eyes narrowed.

   spread his five fingers and inserted them into Wen Xien's hair, then pulled Wen Xien's head up by his hair, "Why do you become a dumb as soon as you meet me?"

   Duan Wensen mentioned in his voice, "Speak!"

  Wen Xien's eyes were dizzy with a layer of water, but her pale lips were still tightly pursed, and she was unwilling to say a word to the person in front of her.

   "Very good, you are fine!"

   Duan Wensen's expression was obviously not right, his good-looking eyebrows showed anger and irritability, and then he grabbed Wen Xien's arm and dragged her to the black glass table and pushed her down.

  The glass table was full of broken glass balls. As soon as Wen Xien's body was thrown up, he curled up because of the broken pain behind him.

  **** (indescribable)

  …

  's outstretched hand was caught, and Duan Wensen saw Wen Xien's eyes as soon as he looked up.

"boom!"

   The sound of the broken wine bottle, some glass **** splashed on Wen Xien's face, her expression was so calm, if it wasn't for the broken wine bottle in her hand, the tip of the bottle was still dripping with blood.

   Then there was a tingling pain in his head. After a while, Duan Wensen saw blood on his head. He didn't seem to react, and he shook his fainted head.

   As the broken wine bottle in Wen Xien's hand fell to the ground, Duan Wensen collapsed to the ground.

   Wen Xien took a few steps back, buttoned two buttons randomly, picked up a coat on the ground, put it on his body to block the blood seeping from his back, and stumbled out.

   The door of the private room was slammed.

  The paralyzed Duan Wensen leaned against the wall and climbed up, his face gloomy and scary, but he suddenly pulled out a smile, and the blood slid down his forehead all the way to his chin, indescribably terrifying.

   Wen Xien, who ran out, was still not very clear. He stood at the door, and the cold wind blew for a while before continuing to walk out.

   It was very late when Wen Xien returned to the door of the house. She took out the key and pushed the door open. She thought she was greeted by her sister's worried face.

   However, the fact is that there is only a cold room, Wen Xien is autistic on the surface, but hehe inwardly.

   Finally, there is no need to pretend to be an autistic child! .

  The door was knocked on by Qiao Ling, she didn't know when she came back.

  Qiao Ling knocked a few times, but never heard any movement inside, "En, it's time to eat."

   Qiao Ling thought that Wen Xien would come down to eat after a meeting as usual, but this time she waited for a long time and did not wait for Wen Xien to come down.

   "Enen?" Qiao Ling shouted from below, and Qiao Ling couldn't wait until the breakfast was almost cold.

   Standing at the door of the room, Qiao Ling knocked twice, "En, I'm in?"

   Silence.

  Qiao Ling turned the door handle and found that it was locked from the inside. Her expression changed and she began to slap the door vigorously, "Enen! Enen, don't scare me! Open the door, Enen!"

   "En, I'm my sister!"

   No matter how Qiao Ling shouted, the people inside did not respond to her voice.

   Finally, Qiao Ling pulled out a spare key from the drawer in the living room before opening the door.

   The room was pitch black, and the curtains were drawn tightly, blocking the sunlight outside and not revealing a trace of light.

   The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and there was no figure of that person.

  Qiao Ling's face turned pale when she was frightened, she immediately turned her head and saw a thin figure huddled in the corner.

   She breathed a sigh of relief, her face slowly turned ugly, Qiao Ling said coldly, "Why didn't you answer when I called you, do you know how worried I am about you?!"

   Even now, Qiao Ling still has lingering fears, she thought...

   She worked hard to make money outside. She gave all her youth and hard work for Wen Xien. Qiao Ling wanted Wen Xien to live carefree.

   If something happened to Wen Xien, she really didn't know what to do.

  Wen Xien hugged her knees, the broken hair on her forehead covered her eyebrows and eyes, revealing a shadow, her exposed skin was almost scary white under the dark light.

  Silence...

  A dead silence...

  Qiao Ling said something serious, "If you do this again, I won't want you anymore."

   This is what she has always threatened Wen Xien to say, almost when she said this, Wen Xien would be forced to speak by her.

   Sure enough.

Wen Xien's whole body stiffened, he pulled Qiao Ling's clothes, and there was an intermittent whimper like a small beast from his lips that had been silent. Pain to the apex.

  Qiao Ling couldn't maintain the indifference on her face. She hugged the trembling person, and her thin body was much thinner than Qiao Ling imagined. She gently patted Wen Xien's back.

"elder sister……"

   But Qiao Ling's comfort not only failed to make the person in his arms quiet, but trembled even more, and even crystal tears fell from those misty eyes, "Don't want me..."

   "Then are you obedient, okay?" Qiao Ling endured softheartedness, otherwise Wen Xien wouldn't let her worry about dying next time when she locked the door so silently.

   "I...I don't want to go to school, sister..." The soft voice didn't carry any emotion. It could be said that Wen Xien seemed to be born with less emotion.

   The previous chapter was blocked, and it will be released tomorrow

   (end of this chapter)