How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 170

   Chapter 170 Walking into the morning fog, falling into the twilight clouds (7)

   Feng Yansheng thought that he said so, Wen Xien should not be dangling in front of his eyes, but he didn't expect...

   Looking at the person sitting next to him, Feng Yansheng finally couldn't bear it any longer. It was class now, so he leaned over.

When    got close, Wen Xien tilted his head, and could clearly see Feng Yansheng's handsome face that was almost cold, and his eyes were dark, making it difficult to understand what this man was thinking.

   He glanced lightly at the pen that Wen Xien was holding in his hand. Unexpectedly, he didn't say much. His eyes returned to Wen Xien's face with thin red at the end of his eyes, and his eyes darkened.

   Wen Xien squeezed the pen in his hand, his long eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, but the people around him didn't say anything, Wen Xien breathed a sigh of relief.

   After school, Wen Xien packed her schoolbag earnestly. This time, instead of sluggishly, she packed up a little eagerly.

   Packed up, Wen Xien got up, and before he took a step, someone pressed his shoulders, not too hard, but he could easily hold Wen Xien.

   Feng Yansheng, who has always been the fastest runner after school, raised his eyebrows casually, "Why are you leaving so early, I'll take you to a fun place."

   This is not an interrogative sentence, but a declarative sentence. Feng Yansheng ignored Wen Xien's struggle, and firmly hooked her thin shoulder, the curvature of the corner of his mouth was extremely indifferent.

On the second floor of Huatian, in the splendid private room, a woman wearing a bright red deep V dress sat astride a man's lap, and her hand decorated with diamonds, like a work of art, grabbed the microphone, and her breath was almost ambiguous. Break the frivolous music.

  Alcohol and hormones mix into a strong taste that easily captures people's sanity.

  The reddish-brown leather sofa was full of people, and one of the men hooked the woman's neck and kissed it. It was extravagant and attractive, and the arms around the man's neck were intertwined like a snake.

  The soft voice has gone out of tune, and when you pull it off, it is a sweet sheen.

Feng Yansheng turned the doorknob and walked in, only to disturb the two people who were sitting by the door playing cards. The two of them didn't even lift their heads and said, "Why are you here so late today? punished."

   No one responded.

  Wen Xien, who was surrounded by Feng Yansheng under his arm, was standing at the door. His thin lines, thin and pale lips, and his eyes were blocked by the shadows under his long eyelashes.

   "Brother Feng, did you bring your friends here?" The person walking from behind giggled and patted Feng Yansheng on the shoulder.

He held Wen Xien's shoulder very familiarly, looked around, and stared blankly, his best speech became incoherent, "This... this **** is too long..." .

Before he could say the last two words   , Wen Xien pushed his hand away. She wanted to break free from Feng Yansheng's imprisonment, but she used all her strength to stop him.

   Everyone in the private room raised their heads.

   Feng Yansheng almost walked in with Wen Xien in his arms.

   There was a smoky atmosphere in the private room, and everyone's expressions changed subtly when they saw Wen Xien.

   "Yo, this person looks familiar." The young man twitched his lips, and there was an evil charm in his smile.

   Wen Xien heard the familiar voice, and her body almost trembled in conditioned reflex. She was so afraid of Duan Wensen that she subconsciously wanted to hide behind Feng Yansheng.

   looking for the protection of the murderer.

   She pulled Feng Yansheng's clothes helplessly and uneasy. The beautiful person was wearing an ordinary school uniform. The skin on the white neck was as delicate as beautiful porcelain, and there was a little more inexplicable strangeness.

   Her eyes were clean and spotless, incompatible with this dirty box.

   The soft voice seemed to be panicked, "Go home... I want to go home."

   People here look at her strangely and disgustingly. Only Feng Yansheng, who used to be easy to get along with, is better for Wen Xien.

   The atmosphere of the entire private room seemed to stagnate all of a sudden.

   Then they laughed playfully.

   "Brother Feng, where did you bring the kid from?"

   "I haven't weaned yet, so I'm clamoring to go home."

   Their eyes were glued to Wen Xien's body, and Wen Xien shivered and hid behind Feng Yansheng, trying to seek some protection.

   But Feng Yansheng just pulled Wen Xien in front of him extremely impatiently and exposed her to the public.

   Wen Xien's face became even paler,

   Duan Wensen leaned on the sofa with his chin in one hand and casually played with his mobile phone.

  The handsome eyebrows are arrogant and accustomed to being pampered, with a bit of laziness, indifference and laziness.

   He watched Wen Xien's timid and restless look, and seemed to find it interesting, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

   The school flower sitting next to him used a silver fork to fork a small piece of pulp and sent it to Duan Wensen's mouth.

   Duan Wensen turned his face lazily, without moving his eyes, he looked over there with interest.

  Xiaohua's gaze followed Duan Wensen's gaze.

   I saw people in school uniforms who were out of place here.

   "Vincent, what are you doing looking at her?" The school flower remembered that Duan Wensen hated Wen Xien very much, and she didn't have a good impression of Wen Xien. She was used to being sought after, and she never had a good face for such a stalker.

   But Duan Wensen seemed to think it was funny. He didn't know what to think, he raised his chin, "You told her to drink this."

   He moved the fruit wine in his hand to the school flower's hand and smiled maliciously.

  How could there be upright fruit wine in this box? This glass of fruit wine looks like fruit wine, and it tastes sweet, but it has a lot of stamina.

   When the school flower first came, she drank this cup by mistake. Duan Wensen didn't remind him when he saw it, but read her jokes like those people.

  Because of this incident, the school flower was still angry for a long time, but she didn't wait for Duan Wensen to coax her. As long as she didn't come to Duan Wensen, Duan Wensen would never come to her.

   Obviously Duan Wensen chased her first, but instead acted like she was posting backwards.

   But the school flower was unwilling to let it go. Duan Wensen's family is rich and handsome, and some willful school beauties are still accepted. After all, Duan Wensen is famous for his generosity.

   Although the school flower didn't know what kind of bad thoughts Duan Wensen had, she still picked up the fruit wine and walked over obediently.

  Wen Xien turned to look at Feng Yansheng, under the dim light, her chin became sharper, the whole chin was very shiny, and she was white again, like milk was about to drip.

  's gaze was so helpless and confused, Feng Yansheng's expression suddenly became indescribable, as if a thunder had struck him numb from start to finish.

   Feng Yansheng was amused again, he was the culprit who brought Wen Xien here, and this person kept coming to him for help.

   So stupid, why are you so stupid?

   He laughed out loud for Wen Xien's stupidity. Feng Yansheng's voice was full of laughter, and he said to the person next to him who was still staring at Wen Xien.

   "Look at her stupid appearance, she doesn't look like a mother and has a problem with her brain, right?"

   These highly insulting words made the people around them laugh softly. They were laughing, and Feng Yansheng was laughing too. Feng Yansheng was as disgusting as they laughed.

   Wen Xien lowered his head, his dull eyes lost their color.

   "Jon." The girl's pleasant voice was slightly cold.

  Wen Xien saw a glass of juice with a nice color in front of her eyes. Instead of reaching out to take it, she took a few steps back.

  The school flower originally had a cold face, mocking her brows and eyes, and she felt even more ironic when she saw Wen Xien being so conflicted.

   "Drink it." The school flower really didn't want to say a word to Wen Xiendo.

  Wen Xien tried to ignore the gazes of people not far away. She looked at the juice, put her hands behind her back, and her every move revealed resistance.

   Feeling a movement next to him, Duan Wensen changed his position.

   Wen Xien closed his eyes, but felt that someone was looking at her all the time, staring straight at her without blinking.

   It was like a cold poisonous snake spitting out snake letters at her.

"don't want……"

The soft voice had no deterrent strength. She pushed the school flower, squatted down and hugged her knees, and buried her face in her arms. She hugged herself like a little beast who was forced to have nowhere to go. .

   Fortunately, the school flower flashed quickly, and the fruit wine in her hand only spilled a little, but this still made the school flower very angry.

  The school flower wanted to pull Wen Xien up, but she was a woman after all and had little strength, so she didn't pull it for a long time.

   behind him, Feng Yansheng pulled impatiently, and easily pulled Wen Xien up. He held Wen Xien's struggling hands, and his dark eyes signaled the school flower.

  The school flower immediately knew what Feng Yansheng meant. She grabbed Wen Xien's chin, her nails sank into the snow-white flesh, and the wine glass was poured directly into the pale lips.

  These fruit wines were almost all sprinkled on him as Wen Xien shook his head and struggled, and the school flower slapped her in shame.

  The girl has little strength, but the slightly long nails are more dangerous, leaving a red mark on the pale and delicate skin.

  The school flower pinched Wen Xien's cheek and poured the remaining fruit wine into it.

   Wen Xien was caught off guard, choked on the liquor, and coughed while holding his neck down.

   Everyone in the private room stopped and turned to look.

  Wen Xien held one hand on the corner of the table, resting his forehead on his hand, and the slender shoulder bones behind him undulated slightly because of her movements.

  's scorching hot hands were placed on Wen Xien's shoulders, and his voice was still hoarse.

   Wen Xien subconsciously broke free as soon as he was touched, and sat upright against the corner of the table, but his eyes were half-squinted.

Duan Wensen turned his eyes and looked at Feng Yansheng, who had an indifferent expression next to him, he smiled, with an evil spirit on the corner of his mouth, "Feng Yansheng brought it here, I should let you see the world, right, sissy …”

The tail sound behind    is very long, with a bit of an indescribable taste.

   (end of this chapter)

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