How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 290 There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I raised my brows, but my heart (48)

   For some reason, his mind moved, "You have a conflict with... that person?"

   As for why Wen Xien returned to Liang's house, everyone in the circle was guessing, and they all thought that she had had enough fun, so she came back.

   But Fan Xian knew that it was definitely not the case. When the two of them quarreled in Liyuan, Wen Xien's attitude didn't seem to be playing around. She must have been genuine.

  Many people would use that actor to make fun of Wen Xien, but Wen Xien, who was very joking, was uncharacteristically and almost got into a fight with others. After that, no one dared to mention that actor in front of Wen Xien.

  No one knows what the depths of this relationship are, so it's best not to point fingers.

  Master Liang's eyebrows are deep but morbidly pale, with a cold light, his eyelashes like crow's wings are slender and drooping, and his thin lips are as red as blood.

   She said casually, "Players are ruthless, it's human nature."

   This sentence secretly means that Wen Xien and the actor are not as simple as having a conflict, and the two may just break up directly.

   The smile on Fan Xian's face was real, leaning on Wen Xien's body slightly, playing with the wine glass in his hand, his pleasant voice was extremely low, as gentle as soft water in spring.

   "Isn't it just a show? If you like it, I can find a lot of beautiful ones for you."

  If Fan Xian had said that before, Wen Xien would have lost his temper. He took out the cigarette case from the glass table and took a cigarette in his mouth.

   Fan Xian stopped what he was doing and looked up, with an unconscious smile in his eyes.

   He looked at the hand with slender knuckles, and the blue-purple blood vessels were faintly visible under the white skin, with a morbid look.

   A string of red coral bracelets hangs loosely between his wrists, protruding from the mottled shadows, making people think about it, and I can't wait to jump up and squeeze that hand tightly.

   The most eye-catching thing is the ring on her ring finger, the meaning of wearing it on the ring finger is undeniable.

   Fan Xian blinked, and a dark color flashed in his eyes.

   The pair of skinny fingers with sharp knuckles clamped a thin cigarette, lowered his head and lit the cigarette, but the lighter did not live up to its expectations, and there was no flame after half a ring.

  Wen Xien lit a cigarette but couldn't light it, threw the lighter in front of him angrily, making a clicking sound.

   This movement was not big, but everyone was silent for a moment, and it was Lu Qian who came out to liven up the atmosphere, and it became lively.

  Wen Xien clutched his hair irritably, looking gloomy.

   Anyone can see that she is in a bad mood.

   Fan Xian sighed, and leaned over to ignite Wen Xien. The lit cigarette **** was like a touch of red in the chaotic night sky, and was quickly drowned by the smoke that spewed out.

   "Why do you do this for yourself, for that person?"

"Can you not mention him?" Wen Xien with dark eyebrows took a deep breath of a slightly choked cigarette. Yan Hong'er's lips were bitten by Yan Hong'er's lips and soaked in a few dark water stains. She leaned on the sofa, as if in a Giving alms is like seduction.

   is like a fallen god, and clearly top-notch porn.

   Fan Xian just tried it out, and he was relieved when Wen Xien didn't seem to care.

   Wen Xien has always loved and hated him. He understood that Wen Xien would try slowly and start to let go.

   In the process of letting go, Fan Xian can add fuel to the flames.

   He really regarded Wen Xien as a friend and a brother, and he didn't want to see Wen Xien make a mess of himself for an unworthy person.

   Not to mention, because of that person, they had a cold war for a year.

   Fan Xian drank the wine in the glass in his hand. He put his arms around Wen Xien's shoulders, as if he had returned to the way they used to play together.

   "Xian, people, look forward and don't do such stupid things again in the future."

   At this moment, he doesn't have the mature and stable appearance of others, and he is long-winded like an old man.

When    approached, Fan Xian smelled the smell he had been thinking about for a long time, and this question had been haunting him since he was young.

   What kind of man can be so fragrant?

   Even a woman doesn't have that cold, faint fragrance on her body.

   So what brand of perfume did Wen Xien use?

   Fan Xian approached Wen Xien calmly, took a deep breath, and his throat was dry and itchy.

   "Why don't you talk? Are you still angry with me because of the Liyuan incident?" Fan Xian felt aggrieved when he said this, which made him less mature.

   Wen Xien put out the cigarette, slowly brought his face close to Fan Xian, and stopped until his breathing intertwined with each other.

   Fan Xian looked at Wen Xien nervously, and kept swallowing, his **** Adam's apple moving up and down.

   Wen Xien rolled his eyes, laughed and said, "I'm not angry for a long time, I just feel that you have changed a lot."

   Fan Xian immediately relaxed when he heard Wen Xien say this. He exhaled and complained: "It scared me to death, I thought you were still angry."

   Fan Xian has indeed changed a lot and looks better. Both of them are restrained, but looking at Wen Xien now, his eyes seem to have many stars and sparkle.

  The upper body, which was blocked by the black shirt, was propped up, like a goblin in Goulan's courtyard, with mist in his eyes, half-closed lightly disturbed.

   Fan Xian was stunned, then with red ears, he said softly, "You have also changed a lot..."

   Maybe Fan Xian's blushing look is too funny, Wen Xien laughed sullenly.

  I don't know if it's because of the lighting problem, Fan Xian seemed to see water stains in her eyes, and the waves were shining.

   It was originally estranged and noble, inaccessible, like a bright moon that was plucked off, and when it was held in the palm, it became soft and amiable.

   But Fan Xian couldn't laugh anymore. He reached out and touched Wen Xien's hair. Wen Xien's hair was not as unapproachable as her appearance. It was soft and felt like fine silk.

   An absurd thought suddenly popped up in his mind, Fan Xian felt chills in his heart, looking at Wen Xien's seemingly indifferent expression, there was a momentary darkness in front of him.

   The heart seemed to be tightly tightened by the cold and hard iron wire, even the flesh and blood were stirred together, the pain was dull and huge.

   Wen Xien still didn't let go, which really made him unable to understand.

  He stared blankly at Wen Xien who was smiling quietly for a few seconds, then clasped her wrist, turned around and said to Lu Qian.

   "You guys play first, I'll go out and talk with Sheen."

  Lu Qian saw that Fan Xian's expression was not quite right, and then looked at Wen Xien. He knew that Fan Xian would not mess around, so he agreed.

   After finishing speaking, Fan Xian dragged Wen Xien out, holding his wrist so hard that he almost crushed the bones.

  Wen Xien frowned in pain, pursed his lips and did not speak, stumbled and barely followed his pace.

   They came to a corner with no one outside, Fan Xian pushed her to the wall, Wen Xien was silent from beginning to end.

   (end of this chapter)