The air was silent for a moment.

The transfer students on the stage were carrying schoolbags, their slender fingers were shrunk like jade, their long eyelashes were lifted, their eyes were clear and pure like lake water under the moonlight, and their side faces were noble and graceful.

The light and slow tone is like the wind, making people want to grab and touch the emptiness of a hand.

"I'm Wen Sheen."

Extremely simple self-introduction, only these five words, and then pursed the pale lips, rolled his eyes slightly, and looked at the teacher.

Only then did the teacher react, "Student Wen, there is just a seat in the fourth row of the third group, you can sit there." ”

Ignoring the burning gaze of everyone, Wen Xien strolled over and sat down.

The books in the second year of high school are all unified, and the books in Wen Xien's schoolbag are very complete.

The class began to talk again, but the minds of the students in the audience had already drifted elsewhere, and they all secretly used their spare eyes to look at the strangely beautiful transfer students.

Wen Xien has long been accustomed to this kind of gaze.

Her tablemate was a handsome boy with a sunny smile.

He put the book up to cover his face, leaned his head against Wen Xien, and whispered in his voice.

"Hello, my name is Duan Ning."

The transfer student with a snow-white and noble side face ignored him, his white jade-like fingers pinched the book, his eyelashes were long and dense, and he pursed his lips slightly to reveal indifference.

Duan Ning didn't feel embarrassed either, he took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from the pocket of his school uniform, and put it on Wen Xien's table as if flattering.

"Give it to you, we will be at the same table in the future, take care of it."

The beautiful transfer student was like a jade person, indifferent like an ice cube, she didn't even look at the candy, indifferent and disdainful.

Duan Ning was deflated for the first time, touched his nose in embarrassment, and did not speak.

As soon as class ended, there were a lot of people at the transfer students' table, and I don't know if it was because of curiosity or what they were doing, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Wen Xien, who was surrounded in the middle, seemed to be out of the way, her words were really rare, and sometimes she was silent like a delicate doll.

But her indifference did not discourage those who were enthusiastic, but only made them even more fiery.

Duan Ning looked a little unhappy, and he slapped the table vigorously to make the noisy crowd quieter.

The boy's handsome face sank slightly: "What are you doing here?" Are you all full and have nothing to do? ”

Xu is boy is still quite prestigious in the class, and as soon as he said this, some people left one after another, although he was very unwilling.

When it's time to get out of school, there is already a car at the door.

Wen Xien wore headphones and leaned against the car window and fell asleep.

The driver glanced at it and suddenly said, "The eldest young master is back." ”

Originally, his brain was still a little confused, Wen Xien woke up instantly, his little face turned pale, and his eyelashes trembled as if he thought of something terrible.

Pale pink fingertips nervously tugging at the corners of his clothes.

It occurred to her that the road could be a little longer, so that she wouldn't have to face the man so early.

But no matter how much she prayed in her heart, the car still stopped steadily at the door of the house.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door, but Wen Xien didn't go down immediately, but stiffened for nearly a minute before getting out of the car.

The living room was quieter than ever, and the maids didn't seem to dare to walk too hard.

Wen Xien grabbed the schoolbag strap and walked in step by step.

On the expensive sofa sat a man, his legs in trousers spread widely, a casual and very controlling posture.

His silhouette was extremely handsome, cold as ice, and the outline of his side face was like a knife.

Holding a magazine in his hand, he flipped through it casually.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he slowly lifted his eyes, and his dark eyes like ink changed out for a while.

The thin lips pursed slightly, and he actually bent an arc: "En, come here." ”

His warm smile only made Wen Xien even more frightened, she took a step back almost reflexively, and the surface of indifference and dignity was broken at once, revealing a fragile and pitiful scene, enough to break anyone's heart.

The man seemed to be very dissatisfied with the movement of Wen Xien's hind legs, and regained his expressionless face, and his deep voice became heavier: "I repeat, come here." ”

The snow-white man had a pale face, endured the fear engraved in his bones, and slowly walked to the man's side.

As soon as she stood still in front of the man, her wrist was pinched hard.

It was an adult male's hand, with rough fingertips and great strength.

The hand pinched him, hurting her.

Then with a simple pull, he pulled her to the sofa, and the two of them sat very close, their legs close to their legs, and the thin fabric was transparent, as if they could feel each other's temperature.

"Why did my brother become so disobedient when he didn't come back for a few days?"

A low, magnetic male voice sounded overhead.

Wen Xien's eyelashes trembled, her whole body trembling with fear, and the fingers that pinched her wrist were rough and hot.

Wen Xien raised his eyes, just glanced at the man, and then looked away, his voice was soft and soft, "I'm not disobedient." ”

The man still didn't seem to be happy, he frowned, unconsciously increased the strength in his hand, and his tone was indistinguishable, "Why don't you call my brother?" ”

Wen Xien was inexplicably resistant to the title of his brother.

Because when he was a child, Wen Xien was told by Wen Xin to get along with his brother well and listen to his brother.

Naively, she thought that this brother would be like someone else's brother, who would protect her and play with her.

But unfortunately, from the first day she moved into this house, this dream was shattered.

She called out to her brother timidly.

The arrogant teenager pushed her to the ground in disgust, with a look of disdain.

"Who do you call me that? I don't know where the wild seed came from, do you also deserve it? ”

Little Winseyne, who fell to the ground, was blindfolded in his head.

She looked at the boy with her little head raised, and her knees hurt hotly.

It happened to be summer at that time, and she was wearing small suspenders, which were short, and she was exposed below the knees, and the skin on her knees was broken, blood beads were coming out, and her elbows were rubbed into a bruise.

She felt sluggish pain, and after a while she felt a lot of pain, her snow-white skin was bruised and purple, and she looked at the blood, and left tears helplessly.

looked at the boy pitifully, wanting him to coax him soft-heartedly.

Of course, the young man had no intention of coaxing, he folded his arms and looked coldly at the child sitting on the ground with red eyes and crying.

Little Wen Xien is a sweet and sweet personality, when she was a child, her street neighbors liked her very much, and she didn't see the ill-intentioned in the eyes of the teenager at a young age.

still has wet and beautiful eyes, and sells miserably to the young man's timidity.

"Brother, it hurts ......"

She stretched out her chubby, white and tender arm like a white lotus root, and asked the boy for help.

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Recently, I was inspired to make up the ending.

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