MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 812 season finale

   Chapter 812 Finale

   A layer of frost condensed on his angular face, and a dim light flashed in his eyes.

   The low voice was as cold as ice: "What do you mean?"

   The person holding the wooden warehouse smiled and said triumphantly, "It doesn't make any sense, it's just that someone wants to buy your life. I really didn't expect you two brothers to be so affectionate. Hey, it really kills two birds with one stone."

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

  Those kidnappers immediately sensed something was wrong, he opened the wooden warehouse subconsciously, and Xie Jiangdao's hand was much better than they thought, and he easily escaped.

   A dozen men in black soon came outside the door, and they walked so quietly that they didn't realize it until now.

   This made them panic all of a sudden, and those few people were controlled with little effort.

  Xie Jiangdao didn't give them half of his eyes, turned around and put his hands on Wen Xien's shoulders, his stern eyebrows were as gentle as water.

   He asked softly, "Did you get hurt anywhere?"

Wen Xien was well protected by him, not a single strand of hair fell out, just about to shake his head, but through the man's shoulder, he saw a man rolling and crawling back to the wooden warehouse, his dark mouth facing them direction.

   His pupils shrank slightly, and Xie Jiangdao immediately noticed something was wrong with her. He seemed to have vaguely guessed it. He opened his hands, pressed the back of Wen Xien's head, and hugged her tightly.

boom!

   Wen Xien blinked blankly.

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

  Wen Xien couldn't tell what he was feeling for a while, so he was very sour.

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

   But Xie Jiangdao was still willful at this time, he depended on Wen Xien, and Wen Xien supported him.

   Wen Xien had to help him to the car.

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

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

  The delicate and beautiful person hugged the tall and handsome man, and the strong and petite man was shrinking in Wen Xien's arms, groaning and screaming in pain.

   The subordinates sitting in the driver's seat felt extremely hot eyes from the rearview mirror, and even felt that their three views were shattered.

  This, is this still their president? Are you sure it's not being worn?

  Wen Xien was stiff all over, her hands were covered with warm blood, and she pretended to be calm, "Go to the hospital quickly."

   Seeing the man's delicate and pretentious appearance, his subordinates only felt that they didn't see it, and they calmly answered "yes" and started the car.

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

   It smells good, he likes it.

In the sight that Wen Xien couldn't see, Xie Jiangdao still looked weak, and his eyes flashed with obsession with this person. The light black eyes were twisted into dark colors. Although Xie Jiangdao was extremely restrained, he still couldn't control his paranoia. Strong emotions are revealed.

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

  Xie Jiangdao still clearly remembers that when he first met Wen Xien, the little man had not yet reached his waist. When he talked, he sweetly called him brother.

But in fact, he was actually very resistant at first. He even hated this child who didn't understand anything because of his father, and showed the worst side in front of her. He knew that he did a lot of hateful things when he was a child, so Even if he tries to make up for it when he grows up, there will always be a wall between him and Wen Xien.

   I don't know when, he turned out to be the shadow of this lovely child.

  Xie Jiangdao is almost ten years older than Wen Xien. They say that every three years is a ditch, but he is twice the age of three. When Wen Xien was just in junior high school, he had already finished university and inherited his family's property.

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

   became more silent and more beautiful.

   Her skin is extraordinarily white and tender, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, her body is thin and thin, and her dark and moist eyes are always pale, as if there is an invisible layer of veil, and no one is reflected in his eyes.

  As she grew up, her facial features gradually unfolded. She has a beautiful and attractive soul. Her grades are also very good, and she is extremely excellent in all aspects. Her father will also focus more attention on her.

   And Xie Jiangdao couldn't help but keep his eyes on her.

   He would always casually observe everything about Wen Xien.

  Sometimes it was her cold voice, her cool and thick eyebrows, her fingers like green onions, and her long and thick eyelashes.

  She looks very charming when she reads books, and the warm sunlight shines on her body, she is like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world.

  It is human nature to prefer pure and beautiful things.

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

  Black always wants to stain white.

   Black always belongs to the selfish and paranoid side.

  When he was resting, the snow-white skin like a white orchid always flashed in his mind, and the fingers that would bend from turning the book.

   He peeped at everything about Wen Xien like a pervert. He would touch the books she touched, and the water she touched, as if he would get closer to her, and closer.

   Until she was on the bed, the person in the dream also turned into her appearance.

   He clearly knew how he fell. It was a scene that he had been hiding in the dark for a long time, and even just thinking about it made his whole body boil.

   That clean and beautiful person who looks like a fairy, the cool and thin eyebrows and eyes are dyed pink, like a layer of rouge.

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

   In the dream, her eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, and her red lips were wide open, which was actually a kind of drowning and charming color.

   The thick cold fragrance overflowed into the nose, followed by the soft, feather-like voice in the ear.

"elder brother."

  Black is still stained with white after all.

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

   is laughing at himself, laughing at his own body that has not yet dissipated the strong and fierce lust. It turns out that he has long since developed an extremely evil desire and paranoid affection for that person.

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

   Not till death.

   It's over, and behind it is my brother's way of chasing his wife.

   (end of this chapter)