The angular face was condensed with a layer of frost, and the eyes were swirling with a dull light.

The deep voice was as cold as ice: "What do you mean by this?" ”

The person holding the wooden warehouse smiled, triumphant, "It's not interesting, it's just that someone wants to buy your life, I really didn't expect you two brothers to be so affectionate, hey, it's really a double win." ”

Xie Jiangdao didn't have any panic when he heard this, and even showed a smile.

The kidnappers immediately sensed that something was wrong, and he subconsciously opened the wooden warehouse, but Xie Jiangdao's hand was much better than they thought, and he easily dodged it.

Soon a dozen men in black came outside the door, and the sound of their steps was so small that they didn't notice it until now.

This made them panic for a while, and those few people were controlled almost effortlessly.

Xie Jiangdao didn't give them half of his gaze, turned around and pressed Wen Xien's shoulders with both hands, and his cold eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as water.

He asked softly, "Did you hurt anything?" ”

Wen Xien was well protected by him, not a single hair fell out, and he just wanted to shake his head, but through the man's shoulder, he saw a person crawling back to the wooden barn, and the black mouth was facing their direction.

The pupils constricted slightly, Xie Jiangdao instantly sensed that something was wrong with her, he seemed to vaguely guess, opened his hands, pressed the back of Wen Xien's head, and hugged her tightly.

Bang!

Wen Xien blinked dumbfounded.

A man's smiling and relieved voice sounded in his ears: "You're fine, it's fine." ”

Wen Xien couldn't say what he felt in his heart for a while, so he was very sour.

The man in black reacted quickly and hurriedly ran over to help.

But Xie Jiangdao was still willful at this time, he relied on Wen Xien's body, and Wen Xien helped him.

Wen Xien had no choice but to help him to the car.

The man's face was pale, his lips were purple, and he looked like he was dying.

Several black cars were parked outside the warehouse, their engines still braking and making a dull noise.

The delicate and beautiful man was holding the tall and handsome man, and the sturdy man, who was really not at all compatible with the petite, was shrinking into Wen Xi'an's arms, humming and crying out in pain.

The subordinates sitting in the driver's seat felt extremely spicy when they saw it in the rearview mirror, and even felt that their three views were shattered.

This, is this still their president? Are you sure you're not wearing it?

Wen Xien stiffened, her hands were stained with warm blood, and her face was forced to be calm, "Go to the hospital." ”

The subordinates only felt that they were blind when they saw the man's delicate and pretentious appearance, and calmly answered "yes" and started the car.

Xie Jiangdao hugged Wen Xien's slender and soft waist, and in addition to the strong smell of blood on the tip of his nose, there was also a faint cold fragrance on this person's body.

It smells good and he likes it very much.

In Wen Xien's sight, Xie Jiangdao still had a trace of weakness, his eyes flashed with obsession with this person, his light black eyes distorted into dark color, although Xie Jiangdao was extremely restrained, he still couldn't control the expression of paranoia.

This extreme restraint made Xie Jiangdao's handsome face look a little hideous and a little creepy.

Xie Jiangdao still clearly remembers that when he first met Wen Xien, the little man had not yet reached his waist, and he spoke in a milky voice, and called him brother sweetly as soon as they met.

But in fact, he was actually very resistant at first, and even disgusted this child who didn't understand anything because of his father, and showed the worst side in front of her, he knew that he had done a lot of hateful things when he was a child, so even if he tried to make up for it when he grew up, he would still be separated from Wen Xien forever by a wall.

I don't know when he turned out to be a shadow of this cute child.

Xie Jiangdao is nearly ten years older than Wen Xien, and it is said that he is three years old, but he is twice as old as three, and when Wen Xien was just in junior high school, he had already finished college and inherited the family industry.

Then I don't know when it started, the child who was originally soft and beautiful like a Barbie doll grew into a silent and noble child.

It's more silent, and it's more beautiful.

Her skin and flesh are extraordinarily white and tender, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, her body is thin and thin, and her dark and moist eyes are always faint, as if separated by an invisible veil, and no one is reflected in his eyes.

As she grows up, her facial features gradually unfold, the kind of beautiful and more captivating soul, her grades are also very good, she is extremely good in all aspects, and her father will focus more eyes on her.

And Xie Jiangdao couldn't avoid keeping his eyes on her.

He would always casually observe everything about Wen Xien.

Sometimes it's her cold voice, her thin and thick eyebrows, her green fingers, and her long, thick eyelashes.

The way she reads is particularly charming, and the warm sunlight shines on her body, and she is like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world.

Human nature is inclined to pure and beautiful things.

And Wen Xien and him are completely two worlds, one belongs to white and the other belongs to black.

Black always wants to stain white.

Black always belongs to the selfish and paranoid side.

When he is resting, his mind always flashes the snow-white skin like a white orchid, and the fingers that bend from turning a book.

He peered at everything about Wen Xien like a pervert, he would touch the books she had touched, he would touch the water she had touched, as if that would be closer to her, closer.

Until she was in bed, the person in the dream also became her appearance.

He knew exactly how he had fallen, it was a scene he had been hiding in the shadows for an unknown amount of time, and even the slightest thought about it made his whole body boil.

The clean and beautiful man was like an immortal, and his cool eyebrows and eyes were dyed pink, as if he had been smeared with a layer of rouge.

She is like a transparent butterfly, fragile and illusory, and she must be locked under her to make up for the desolation in her heart.

In the dream, her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and her red lips were open, which turned out to be a kind of drowning charm.

A thick cold fragrance spilled into his nose, followed by a soft, feather-like voice in his ears.

"Brother."

After all, black still stains white.

When he woke up from his dream, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and he sighed, and let out a hoarse, creepy chuckle in the night.

He was laughing at himself, laughing at his own body that had not yet dissipated the strong and fierce lust, it turned out that he had long ago bred extremely evil desires and paranoid feelings for that person.

He thought, I'm afraid he won't be able to let go of it in this life.

Not until death.

------Off topic------

It's over, and then it's my brother's way to chase his wife.

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