How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 331 There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I raised my brows, but raised my heart (90)

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

   Finally, Wen Xien no longer had any fear or disgust for him.

   What if you scare her again.

  He Runcheng stepped forward and hugged Wen Xien regardless, rubbed her neck gently, and whispered in a low voice, full of infatuation and gloom.

   "I know yours, you can't like him, he must force you, right? Speak!"

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

"damn it!"

Fan Xian was furious, and he rushed straight to the top of his head. He jumped up and grabbed the man's collar. Xian reacted quickly to break free, and the two pulled away.

   "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, Enen, my love!"

   Fan Xian's long and narrow eyes narrowed unconsciously, and a sullen disgust filled his eyes, "If you harass my lover again, you will be at your own risk."

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

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

   She was sitting in the wheelchair so quietly, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and her pale face showed indifference outside of isolation.

   Indifference at the same time seems to be the default.

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

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

   He resisted his vigorous anger and wanted to say something, but he just looked at Wen Xien, trying to find out a little bit of reluctance or persecution from her face.

   But no.

  Not at all.

   There is no reluctance, no involuntary, so that 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 sovereignty.

   He looked at He Runcheng carefully from top to bottom, his aloof posture, the meaning of his eyes made people feel insulted, like provocation, but also like showing off.

   He Runcheng looks a little embarrassed now. His clean and white shirt is wrinkled in several places. At this moment, he is half-kneeling on the ground and looking at Wen Xien.

   He was tall, with long hands and feet, and even if he was half-kneeling, he looked at Wen Xien in a wheelchair.

   As long as Wen wants to show a little bit of unwillingness, he will…

   "She's still waiting for you, live with her."

   The words that were so light that they couldn't be lighter were passed into the ears and quickly dissipated in the air, like a basin of cold water poured over He Runcheng's head.

   He stood up slowly, his head bowed in an obscure expression, he thought it was ridiculous because of his expectations, and he also hated that he panicked when he met Wen Xien.

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

   A young master who can be sad for a dead cat, but can ruthlessly throw him, who was seriously injured, into the cold snow.

   As if he was a little beggar back then, because of a trivial matter, he was tricked by the young master and jumped into the cold lake to find the bracelet that was discarded by the master at will.

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

   What was he expecting?

   The fingers hanging on the side of the body slowly loosened, and the palms were full of blood, dripping down to the ground along the fingertips.

When    was released, his palm trembled slightly, his fingertips slid across the thin shirt, and the heat dissipated.

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

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

  Wen Xien's eyes flickered slightly, and then lowered her eyes, not knowing what she felt, she turned her head sharply to look.

  Liang Yujin stood on the spot with an expressionless face, her eyes were so dark that she couldn't forget it, she looked a little weird. She grabbed a suit jacket with both hands, and after meeting Wen Xien's gaze, she turned her head and left.

   She left in the same direction as He Runcheng.

  …

  The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. The full moon, the night that too many people look forward to, is also the night that too many people look forward to.

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

Fan Xian never concealed their relationship, and wished everyone knew, but in this era, the two were undoubtedly questioned a lot. I don't know how many people watched jokes, but more of them were disgusted. In the past, Wen Xien and When Shen Yue was playing hot, they all felt that Wen Xien was just playing, but the nature of being with Fan Xian was different.

Fan's 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 has no intention of retreating. Even if his leg is almost broken, the words are powerful, no matter what In this way, it is impossible to really kill someone, and in the end, it is not willing. After all, Fan Xian has also become the backbone of the Fan family. If something happens, they are anxious.

   I can only recognize it by pinching my nose.

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

   When he was young, Wen Xien played too late and didn't dare to go back, so he would hide at Fan Xian's house. At that time, Liang Zhongshan also wanted to see Wen Xien and Fan Xian getting along well, so he wouldn't say anything.

   Wen Xien and the elders of the Fan family were almost familiar with each other, and they were polite to her back then. Every time she came, she would have a smiling face, which is not like now.

Fan's mother is a woman with a very gentle and educated character. She also has good cooking skills. Every time Wen Xien comes, she will have a good time. Wen Xien has a sweet mouth. The fan's mother couldn't help but smile.

  Compared to Fan's father, Wen Xi'en had little contact, mainly because Fan's father was busy and seldom anxious, but the two had business contacts, so Fan's father would often send her some small toys.

   Now both of them have a calm face, which makes Wen Xien feel uncomfortable to some extent.

  The Fan family follows the habit of “no word, no sleep” and is very quiet when eating.

   Fan Xian glanced at the dishes, and subconsciously took a beet and put it in Wen Xien's bowl. When he retracted his chopsticks, he realized that his parents were looking at him in surprise.

   Just because Fan Xian really doesn't look like someone who can take care of others, they haven't eaten Fan Xian's dishes yet.

   Up to now, it is impossible for them to put on a face all the time. Fan's mother first served Wen Xien with public chopsticks: "Xian eat more, look at how thin your child is."

   (end of this chapter)