How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 172

   Chapter 172 Walking into the morning fog, falling into the twilight clouds (9)

   Just as the school flower was about to take the last step, the white cloth wrapped around her chest also appeared a little, and the long hair scattered behind her was caught.

   "Ah—" With a painful cry, the school flower was dragged by her hair and fell off Wen Xien's body.

   Wen Xien breathed a sigh of relief, and buttoned his collar calmly.

   "Do you really dare to go? You can't wait to give me a green hat?" Duan Wensen's hand was still tugging at the school flower's hair, and his lips were bent down, which meant he was very unhappy.

  Xiaohua suddenly woke up from the bewildered gaze, looked at Duan Wensen's face, and shrank back subconsciously.

   "No...you didn't say that..." The words behind the school flower couldn't be said, because Duan Wensen's eyes became more and more terrifying.

   Duan Wensen dragged the school flower's hair, dragged her to the black glass table, and pressed her head against the cold glass.

   His expression was icy cold, as if he had never had any tenderness with this woman at all.

   "Vincent, I was wrong, Vincent-" The woman was so frightened that her tears fell, and she waved her hands indiscriminately, trying to grab Duan Wensen's clothes.

  The school flower has seen Duan Wensen lose his temper, and there has always been a shadow in his heart. Such Duan Wensen is not like the usual Duan Wensen.

  Duan Wensen didn't even look at it, he reached out and grabbed an empty wine bottle, pressed the bottom of the bottle against the woman's temple, bent down, and brought his lips close to the woman's side hair.

   "Look at you, Sissy is scared to cry, how pitiful it is to cry."

  Xiaohua's body twisted, her face was full of horror, and she brought it with her usual softness, "Vincent, I don't dare, I don't dare any more—"

   A small chuckle.

   Duan Wensen straightened up and smashed the glass bottle amidst the woman's hysterical screams.

The    glass bottle smashed open on the table next to Li Xuehua's face, not too close, but there were still splashes of glass **** that slipped across her delicate skin.

   "Ah ah-" The school flower closed her eyes in fright.

   Duan Wensen released his hand, the school flower with messy hair collapsed under the table, stretched out his arms to hug his head, and screamed desperately.

   Duan Wensen just frowned, and someone dragged the school girl out.

  As soon as the school flower was dragged out, the entire private room fell into a dead silence.

   Wen Xien was lying on the sofa panting, Duan Wensen turned his head and glanced at her, then threw away the half-shattered bottleneck in his hand and walked to the side of the sofa.

   Feng Yansheng frowned.

   Duan Wensen bent down, inserted his hand into Wen Xien's soft hair, and then stroked it back, revealing Wen Xien's slightly closed eyes, still dripping with tears.

"it's beautiful."

   Duan Wensen complimented like this, then tilted his head and branded a kiss on the corner of Wen Xien's mouth.

   "Duan Wensen!" Feng Yansheng's face changed greatly, he thought it was strange, and he frowned.

   The atmosphere of the entire private room suddenly became subtle.

Duan Wensen just kissed Wen Xien's mouth. Although he is a very open player in the circle, he has never played this kind of game before. He is very arrogant, no one can get into his eyes, and he also dislikes it. dirty.

   But the people around him have never stopped, and his girlfriends are beautiful.

  Feng Yansheng watched Duan Wensen straighten his body, and the heart that was lifted just now fell.

   After all, he still understands what kind of person Duan Wensen is. This dead sissy is attracted by this lunatic, and he has to lose a layer of skin.

   Feng Yansheng just wanted to scare Wen Xien, but didn't want her to be in trouble.

   "What are you calling?" Duan Wensen looked natural, as if it was natural for him to kiss Wen Xien.

   A man took a step back in fright at that glance.

   Duan Wensen rubbed his brow bone, picked up a piece of clothing from the ground, and put it on Wen Xien's body.

The people around    watched Wen Xien's movements.

  Wen Xien, who was put on a layer of clothes, lowered his eyelashes, and his snow-white face became paler against the reddish-brown sofa.

   Duan Wensen raised his hand in front of a group of people, "That's it for tonight, let's go."

   Duan Wensen is the one with the deepest background in the group, no one dared to refute his words, so as soon as his words came out, people walked out one after another.

   Feng Yansheng glanced at Duan Wensen and walked over to take Wen Xien away.

   Before he could meet him, Wen Xien might have noticed that Feng Yansheng was going to take her away.

   But covering her hand was another big hot hand, wrapping her hand.

   "I didn't let you go." Duan Wensen squinted at Wen Xien.

   Feng Yansheng asked, "What are you keeping her for? I brought her, and I am qualified to take her away."

   Feng Yansheng didn't want something uncontrollable to happen at that time, he hated trouble.

   Duan Wensen also knew Feng Yansheng's temperament, he laughed, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it if something goes wrong."

   Having already said this, Feng Yansheng was just too lazy to take care of it. He took one last look at Wen Xien, turned and left.

   When the entire private room was empty, Duan Wensen lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, poured a glass of wine from the table, and walked to the window with it.

   After a while, Wen Xien, who was lying on the sofa, moved, put his hand on the sofa, and sat up with his forehead reluctantly.

   Duan Wensen was still standing by the window, but he had an eye behind him, and turned his head when Wen Xien sat up.

   "Awake?"

   Wen Xien looked up at him, then lowered his head.

   Duan Wensen took a sip of wine and his eyes fell on Wen Xien.

   Wen Xien lifted the clothes on her body and stood up. She was already slightly drunk, so she could stabilize her body by holding on to the table.

   Duan Wensen laughed, not knowing what he was laughing at, and tilted his head, "What are you going to do now?"

   Wen Xien, who has been silent, pursed her lips. She didn't want to talk to Duan Wensen, but she was afraid that Duan Wensen would not be happy and would not let her go, so she spit out two words, "Go back."

   "Where to go back?" Duan Wensen deliberately bit a title in the next sentence, "Go back to your sister?"

   Wen Xienhao raised his eyes and looked directly at Duan Wensen, frankly, with a bit of alertness.

   She said, "Sister... don't worry about it."

   Duan Wensen finds it funny, every time she mentions her sister, this dumb person will be forced to say a few more words.

   He was suddenly very interested in the "sister" in Wen Xien's mouth.

   Duan Wensen sat on the sofa, his legs crossed, and he put the cup in his hand on the table, "Come here."

   Wen Xien didn't move.

   Duan Wensen changed his posture, his fingers on the armrest were slightly curved, "How about I ask someone to invite your sister over?"

   Wen Xien came over, was pulled by Duan Wensen's arm, and immediately sat down on the sofa.

   Duan Wensen took advantage of the moment Wen Xien wanted to stand up, turned over and pressed him on Wen Xien's body.

  Wen Xien put his hand on Duan Wensen's shoulder, her snow-white face showed no expression, but she could easily sense her unease and fear.

   Duan Wensen's lips curved, the breath from his lips was ambiguous, "Are you so afraid of me?"

  Wen Xien tilted his head, and there was a cold feeling on the side of his face.

   "Where am I talking to you?" Duan Wensen said while observing Wen Xien's expression, "I haven't hit you before, why are you so afraid of me?"

  Wen Sheen:…

   As soon as I mentioned this Wen Xien, I thought of when Duan Wensen blocked her in the alley, and the pain seemed to remain on her body, so when Duan Wensen said these words, Wen Xien's breathing tightened unconsciously.

   "Look, I drove that woman away for you." Duan Wensen looked at Wen Xien from top to bottom, and then frivolously stretched out his fingers to lift Wen Xien's chin.

  's hand was directly slapped away, and the back of Duan Wensen's hand was slapped red. He was stunned, and was pushed away by Wen Xien.

   Wen Xien got up, because he was too flustered, his steps were chaotic, and he was suddenly unprepared, and rolled from the sofa to the floor.

   Duan Wensen stood up.

   Wen Xien held the floor and wanted to stand up. Duan Wensen was beside her. Seeing that Wen Xien wanted to get up, he pressed it down again before that.

  Wen Xien lay on his stomach suddenly, his hot face pressed to the ground.

   (end of this chapter)

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