The anger that he tried to suppress poured out like an out-of-control flood, Fan Xian glared at her fiercely, and his cold voice trembled a little because of the extreme anger.

"Can't you still forget him? Sheehan, be sober and don't make yourself like this, okay? ”

Fan Xian's expression was angry and out of control, but what he said was indeed not aggressive.

He understands Wen Xien, eats soft and not hard, as Wen Xien's good brother, he will dig out the people who hurt Wen Xien inch by inch from the bottom of her heart.

Wen Xien's back hit the cold, hard wall, and in front of her was a huge shadow covering Fan Xian, and her gloomy and violent eyes were like an impenetrable net that bound her firmly.

Her neckline was clutched tightly by Fan Xian, and the breathing that leaked out was a little unsteady, and her eyes were red, "You always have to give me a little time, don't you?" I don't want to do that, but ...... But I just can't control myself......"

It's really uncompromising, it's really useless, just a little mention of that person, and I can't hold back the tears.

After listening to her words, Fan Xian finally let go, his dark eyes were as deep as a hidden forest, and the ghost light hidden in them hid in the shadows without a trace.

His lips were slightly raised, and his faint smile showed a rare tenderness and tolerance.

"I'm your friend, I'm worried about you, I said a long time ago that you can't be together."

Fan Xian is not as impetuous as a year ago, and he will not directly use violence to solve the problem, he is now seducing and wearing a gorgeous human skin.

He touched Wen Sheen's cheek and comforted him lightly, "I know what I said is not very good, you will just do it, don't blame me......"

Wen Xien looked at his sincere expression and said softly, "I don't blame you for a long time." ”

Fan Xian brushed the hair that fluttered on her forehead, then hugged him and buried her head around her neck.

There was a scorching breath spraying on her neck, like a snake gradually wrapping around her neck, although it was very uncomfortable, but Wen Xien still endured it and didn't push it away.

In his ears was Fan Xian's beautiful voice, full of gloomy loss.

"Is it that if I hadn't come to you today, you wouldn't have come to me."

He was aggrieved like a deceived child at this time, but he didn't retort angrily, just asked in a pitiful whisper.

Wen Xien smiled, the sadness in her heart was also disturbed by him, she gently grabbed his slightly stiff hair with both hands, looking at his sad and sad look, suddenly covered with a slight sense of guilt.

"How can it, I'm afraid you don't want to see me."

Wen Xien and Fan Xian can be regarded as reconciled, Fan Xian often asks Wen Xien to come out to play when he is free, Fan Xian knows Wen Xiwen, knows what she likes to play, and can make her very happy every time.

But Fan Xian noticed a detail, although Wen Xien said that he wanted to forget, but the ring on her ring finger never took her off, and every time she saw it, she felt particularly eye-catching.

The thunderstorm continued, and the glass windows splashed with large expanses of transparent water, followed by a thunderbolt that exploded in the gray air, and the dazzling silver light flashed in a corner and then dissipated.

The torrential rain pounded on the windows with a crisp sound, and the smell of rain in the house gathered into a cloud and hit the room from all sides.

Wen Xien was originally reading a book in bed, but she was frightened when she heard the roaring thunder, and her face instantly became extremely pale.

Between the flashes and thunder of the movie, Wen Xien seemed to see a dead face vaguely.

It's Du Jiang.

Wen Xien screamed, looking empty.

His heart began to beat abnormally, and Wen Xien actually broke out in a cold sweat in this cold winter.

When the subordinates outside heard the voice, they knocked on the door anxiously and asked softly what was the matter.

Wen Xien hid under the quilt, and the book in his hand fell on the carpet.

Recently, a new teahouse was opened on West Street, the decoration is antique, and the tea inside is also first-class.

Fan Xian called Wen Xien over, but was startled when he saw Wen Xien's pale and bloodless face.

"What's wrong? Is it not a good sleep? Why is your face so bad, or is you not feeling well? ”

Fan Xian's noisy voice kept ringing around my ears, like countless mosquitoes buzzing.

"Nope." Wen Xien said not salty, his pale lips pursed tightly.

Fan Xian looked at Wen Xien without any expression, he hesitated for a long time, and finally said excitedly: "I have a surprise for you." ”

After a pause in the fingers of the tea, Wen Xien put down the teacup, bent his eyes and said, "Okay." ”

The environment and hygiene of this tea room are very good, and there is a faint fragrance of tea, which makes Wen Xien's tense nerves slightly relaxed, and she is a little curious about the surprise that Fan Xian said.

Probably because of the nightmare at night, Wen Xien's expression has always been disgusted, and Fan Xian said to go out to the toilet.

Wen Xien closed his eyes and almost fell asleep in a daze.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Wen Xien felt a strange moist sensation in his fingers.

I opened my eyes gently, but when I saw the scene, I woke up suddenly.

At her feet knelt a young man, meekly sticking out his tongue and licking her fingertips.

The red soft tongue brushed over and over again, and the fingertips seemed to be wrapped in a ball of soft cotton, which gave Wen Xien goosebumps all over his body.

Wen Xien hurriedly grabbed the boy by the hair and pulled him back, but the boy did not stop because of this, as if there was still a tendency to climb up.

"What are you doing? Who let you in! Wen Xien looked at him angrily.

The young man then looked at Wen Xien nervously, his black eyelashes fluttering slightly, and his rosy lips pursed slightly.

He didn't speak, and slowly approached Wen Xien, and his innocent face was magnified little by little.

Wen Xien wanted to push him away, but when he saw the young man's eyes clearly, he was stunned, and when the young man's lips were about to kiss him, someone grabbed his hair and pulled him back.

A loud sound of "plopping ———" sounded, and the boy was dragged to the ground.

In the next second, an indifferent and cold face appeared in front of Wen Xien's eyes.

Fan Xian's expression looked extremely gloomy under the light, and his lips were about to open several times, but he still didn't lose his temper at Wen Xien, but gritted his teeth at the young man and said, "Who allowed you to come in?" Didn't I tell you to wait outside? Who gives you the guts to touch her! ”

Fan Xian was obviously furious, his face was extremely terrifying, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were bursting up, suppressing violent thoughts.

The young man knelt on the ground, begging for mercy in a panic, he was also confused by the ghost for a while, and saw Wen Xien's side face in the crack of the door.

The man only showed a side face, fair and clear, handsome, with a cold expression, and a little tiredness, he was the best-looking person Lin had ever seen in a day, just like a hidden glass beauty, weak and delicate.

And the devil sent God in.

He knew that he was serving this guest today, so he boldly came in without permission.

And he was still nervous at first, but what surprised him later was that Wen Xien didn't push him away.

(End of chapter)