How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 205 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the twilight clouds (42)

Feng Yansheng suddenly heard a violent sob. He was caught off guard, and suddenly he was tense. Facing the complete defeat of Qiao Ling and Ma Junying's defenses, his whole body froze, listening to the low cry that was close at hand behind him. .

   He always saw this man crying.

  Qiao Ling thought that Wen Xien was wronged, "Enen, go back with me, do you know how long I've been looking for you? Don't let me worry anymore, okay?"

   This sentence was originally correct, but it was particularly harsh to Feng Yansheng.

   The hidden meaning of this sentence is to blame Wen Xien, to blame Wen Xien for being ignorant and not understanding her. Whose fault is it, doesn't Qiao Ling know?

   Whether it's clear or not, Qiao Ling may be really worried about Wen Xien, but he doesn't realize his mistake.

   She only regarded Wen Xien's extreme character as Wen Xien's disease. She didn't think her two words were so harmful. No one would like a sick person.

  Sometimes she is really tired of Wen Xien being sensitive and vulnerable.

   Just say a word and disappear for a day. Doesn't Wen Xien know how long she will be looking for after disappearing like this? How long to worry about?

  Wen Xien's eyes were filled with water vapor, as if the scattered stars would fall at any moment, "Go home..."

   "Don't go home!" He suppressed his voice, feeling a little bit gnashing his teeth, "Go home, go home!"

  Wen Xien looked at Feng Yansheng's bloodshot eyes and noticed that something was wrong. She looked at her face with anger and didn't know what was wrong.

  Feng Yansheng's eyes were full of hostility, and he stared at Ma Junying extremely gloomily. He saw with his own eyes that this man in the parking lot grabbed a kiss from Wen Xien, who was sister Wen Xien's boyfriend!

   Feng Yansheng's handsome and immature face flushed red, his eyes widened, anger gushing out, "That's not her home!"

   Wen Xien was hidden behind him. Just when Feng Yansheng was going crazy, he felt the corner of his clothes being pulled.

   He turned his head, his eyebrows still gloomy.

   Wen Xien looked at him and all his inexplicable emotions faded.

   That look was as cold as looking at a stranger.

  Feng Yansheng took a step back, pursed his lips in embarrassment, and suddenly felt ridiculous for his behavior just now.

  Even if this is the case, in Wen Xien's eyes, he may be no different from a stranger, but he is so cheap!

   Feng Yansheng grabbed Wen Xien's cold hand and asked hoarsely, "Do you want to go home?"

   He tried not to look too grim, he was bad enough in front of Wen Xien, and he didn't want Wen Xien to be afraid of him.

   Wen Sheen said, "Think."

   Feng Yansheng lowered his head and slowly let go of his hand, his broad and strong shoulders slumped, his profile face was angular, his eyebrows and eyes were fierce and wild.

  The temperature in his hand slowly disappeared, Feng Yansheng's fingertips shrank, as if he wanted to keep something, but in the end he didn't keep anything.

  Feng Yansheng looked at Wen Xien without looking at him, and walked towards Qiao Ling with light in his eyes.

   "Sister." Wen Xien smiled and held Qiao Ling's hand, her face was pale, but her eyes were bright.

   Feng Yansheng has never seen Wen Xien look like this. Does she also laugh?

   But this smile made Feng Yansheng greedy, but at the same time he felt particularly dazzling.

   He suddenly had a particularly dark idea. If your sister knew that her boyfriend had forcibly kissed Wen Xien, would Wen Xien still laugh at that time?

   I feel really uncomfortable, that scene is really annoying!

  Qiao Ling wrapped her hand in his palm and exhaled softly.

   Ma Junying looked at the hands they were shaking with a gloomy expression, and no one could clearly see the flashing emotions in his eyes.

  Wen Xien held hands tightly, and the two walked forward one after the other.

Feng Yansheng stood in the same place. He has never been like this time. The inexplicable pain in his heart and the soreness in his body made him slump on the ground all of a sudden. He watched Wen Xien slowly disappear, and then raised his head and wiped his cheek, as much as possible. is a warm liquid.

   Wen Xien went home, her home.

   Wronged? Wronged.

   Angry? anger.

   But after this grievance and anger, Feng Yansheng could only express his tears. He was extremely tired and painful. Wen Xien's figure had not disappeared, but he knew that he could not catch up.

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   Ma Junying did not leave after sending Wen Xien and Qiao Ling home, but followed them.

  Qiao Ling asked, "Enen, are you hungry? Can I cook noodles for you?"

   Wen Xien nodded. She originally wanted to follow Qiao Ling to the kitchen, but Qiao Ling did not agree.

  Wen Xien didn't sit either, standing there, turning his head from time to time to look at Qiao Ling's busy figure in the kitchen.

   The light in front of him was suddenly blocked by a tall figure. Before Wen Xien could react, he was dragged to the toilet by Ma Junying.

   "En, I'm there, can't you see?" Ma Junying lowered her voice, "Is it only Qiao Ling in your eyes?"

   She was pressed on the back of her neck, the handsome and dangerous man pressed against her forehead, and her dark eyes couldn't even refract any light.

"Are you blind? Why can't you see me? Couldn't you see me when I was by your side?" The tone of his voice was nice, like a cello, but at this time he kept his voice very low , unprovoked revealing some cold horror.

   Wen Xien's face was still pale, but she knew that Qiao Ling cared about this man very much.

   Care about not having her.

  Wen Xien suddenly felt very sad, his heart was like being pricked by a small needle, and it couldn't be pulled out. It wasn't very painful, but it was very painful.

   The eyelashes that are always hooked like a small fan are also lowered by the heavy fog, and there are some tiny water droplets.

   After hearing the man's question, she forced her wet and heavy eyes to open.

She did not answer immediately, but looked at Ma Junying earnestly as if she had met Ma Junying for the first time. At this moment, her light-colored eyes became more and more translucent like amber, clear and dirty in her eyes. .

   For the first time, she looked at Ma Junying with such an unfamiliar expression.

   In the end, the strangeness turned into a deep disgust, a frightening nausea.

"you like me?"

   Her voice was hoarse and soft, like she was acting like a spoiled child.

   But the disgust in his tone did not decrease by half, but instead became stronger.

   Such a look and words stinged Ma Junying instantly. His eyes suddenly seemed to seep with ink, and there was a little dark scarlet. He pulled Wen Xien's soft hair, forcing the man in his arms to raise his jaw.

   "Jon! Who do you think you are? How could I like you!"

   Ma Junying: I won't like you even if I die!

   (end of this chapter)