This sentence had completely stepped on Fan Xian's thunder point, and he endured it, but he really didn't want to show his true nature in front of Wen Xien.

Finally, Wen Xien had no fear or dislike for him.

What if it scares her again.

He Runcheng stepped forward to hug Wen Xien regardless of it, rubbed her neck gently, and muttered in a low voice, full of fascination and gloomy tone.

"I know you, you can't like him, he must have forced you, right? Speak! ”

From the moment He Runcheng met Wen Xien, the patience of any bullshit disappeared.

"Fuck!"

Fan Xian's heart was on fire, and he rushed straight to the top of his head, he slammed up and grabbed the man's collar, and swung it with a punch, but He Runcheng's palm was against the fist, and he twisted his backhand, but Fan Xian reacted quickly and broke free, and the two opened the distance.

"Don't touch her with your dirty hands, do you have a problem with your ears, I've said it many times, but I don't mind repeating it again, Eun, it's my love!"

Fan Xian's narrow eyes narrowed unconsciously, and a sense of depression and disgust filled his eyes, "If you harass my lover again, you will bear the consequences." ”

This man is like a vicious dog, and he does not allow others to covet a unique bone.

This is not the most uncomfortable for He Runcheng, what makes him most uncomfortable is Wen Xien's attitude.

She sat quietly in a wheelchair, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and her pale and beautiful face was indifferent from isolation.

Indifferent and at the same time as if acquiescing.

Default to Fan Xian's words, default to Fan Xian's attitude.

This realization made He Runcheng's heart feel like it had been pierced by dense needles, leaving no gaps, and the pain was so painful that his breathing was disordered and heavy, and the tip of his tongue even seemed to taste a bitterness that was so thick that he wanted to lean over and vomit.

He tried to say something with a vigorous anger, but he only looked at Wen Xi'en, trying to find a little unwillingness or persecution from her face.

But no.

Not at all.

There is no reluctance, no involuntary, so it is silence, acquiescence.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing happily, his hand fell on Wen Xien's thin shoulder, and his fingertips rubbed ambiguously, with a sense of possessiveness and showing sovereignty.

He carefully looked at He Runcheng from top to bottom, his lofty posture and the meaning of his eyes made people feel insulted, like a provocation and a show off.

He Runcheng's current appearance is really a little embarrassed, his clean and snow-white shirt is wrinkled in several places, and at this moment he is half-kneeling on the ground, looking at Wen Xien.

He was tall, with long hands and feet, and even when he was half-kneeling, he was at eye level with Wen Xien, who was in a wheelchair.

As long as Wen Hope showed the slightest reluctance, he would ......

"She's still waiting for you, let's live a good life with her."

The words that couldn't be lighter came into his ears and quickly dissipated in the air, like a basin of cold water poured on He Runcheng's head.

He slowly stood up, his head bowed in a vague and uncertain manner, he felt ridiculous at his expectations, and he also felt bitter at the fact that he panicked when he met Wen Xien.

He didn't know whether to hate himself or Wen Xien.

The young master who can be sad for a dead cat can ruthlessly leave him in the cold snow who is seriously injured.

It's as if back then, when he was still a little beggar, he was tricked by the young master because of a trivial matter, jumping into the cold lake to find the bracelet that was discarded by the owner at will.

He can still remember that the young master standing on the shore looked like a fairy, but his expression was indifferent and mocking.

What exactly was he expecting?

The fingers hanging by his side slowly loosened, and the palms of his hands were full of blood, dripping down the fingertips to the ground.

When he released it, his palm trembled slightly, and his fingertips slid over the thin shirt, and the heat dissipated.

Wen Xien raised his head and looked at He Runcheng lightly.

And He Runcheng has already left without looking back, almost without a pause.

Wen Xien's eyes flickered slightly, and then lowered her eyes, I don't know what she felt, she turned her head to look at it sharply.

Liang Yujin was expressionless in place, her eyes were black and she couldn't forget the edges, she looked a little weird, she grabbed a blazer with both hands, and after meeting Wen Xien's gaze, she turned her head and left.

The direction she left was the same as that of He Runcheng.

……

The Mid-Autumn Festival is also coming, and the full moon, a night that too many people are looking forward to, is a night that too many people are looking forward to.

When he was in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fan Xian brought Wen Xien back to Fan's house.

Fan Xian never concealed their relationship, eager to let everyone know, but in this era, the two have undoubtedly been questioned a lot, I don't know how many people look at the jokes, but more disgusted, when Wen Xien and Shen Yue were hot before, they all felt that Wen Xien was just playing, but the nature of being with Fan Xian was different.

The Fan family really can't afford to lose this person, Fan's mother washes her face with tears every day, and Fan's father is also gloomy, but Fan Xian doesn't have any intention of retreating, even if he almost breaks his leg, he is also powerful, no matter what, it is impossible to really beat people to death, and he is not willing to do it in the end, after all, Fan Xian has also become the pillar of the Fan family, and if something happens, they are still in a hurry.

I can only pinch my nose and admit it.

So on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fan Xian happily pulled Wen Xien to Fan's house, and this was not the first time.

In the past, when he was young, Wen Xien played too late and didn't dare to go back, so he would hide in Fan Xian's house, and at that time, Liang Zhongshan was also willing to see Wen Xien and Fan Xian befriend, so he wouldn't say anything.

Wen Xien and the elders of the Fan family are almost familiar with each other, and they were polite to her at that time, and every time they come, they will be a smiling face, which is like now.

Fan's mother is a very gentle and well-educated woman, and she has good cooking skills, every time Wen Xien comes, she will have a mouthful, Wen Xi'en has a sweet mouth, watching people talk about people, and talking nonsense when she meets ghosts, she can always make the coaxing Fan mother smile from ear to ear.

Compared with Father Fan, Wen Xien has little contact, mainly because Father Fan is busy and rarely in a hurry, but when the two businesses have dealings, Father Fan will often send some small toys to her.

Now the two of them have a calm face, which makes Wen Xien feel uncomfortable somewhat.

The Fan family follows the habit of "eating without saying a word" and is very quiet when eating.

Fan Xian glanced at the dishes, subconsciously took a dish of beets and put it into Wen Xien's bowl, and when he took back the chopsticks, he realized that his parents were looking at him in surprise.

It's just because Fan Xian really doesn't look like a person who can take care of people, and they haven't eaten Fan Xianjia's dishes.

Up to now, it is impossible for them to keep a face, or Fan's mother first used chopsticks to pick up vegetables for Wen Xien: "Xi'en eat more, look at your child's thinness." ”

(End of chapter)