The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Not wanting to scare Wen Ling, Wen Heng waved at the little girl, his voice sounded like the evening breeze in September.

Although it was cold, it gently brushed the ear, so comfortable that people couldn't help but want to whisper.

The little ginseng essence sniffed the air greedily and felt the sound again.

"233, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been dismissive of entering a small world before. A small world with benefactors is simply heaven." Wen Ling still didn't forget to chat with 233 at this time.

At the same time, the steps under his feet were extremely brisk.

It doesn't look like a poor little guy who is locked out of the house and not allowed in.

You can act in front of others, but Wen Ling feels that it is not necessary in front of her benefactor.

If the benefactor could save her in the first place, he would not hurt her.

The benefactor is a good man with a good heart.

Even if she showed her small fangs in front of his eyes, the benefactor would not feel disgusted or angry.

"Wenheng, I've been locked out." Mingming's voice was soft and soft.

But Wen Heng heard the grievance.

Her heart felt as if it was being roasted by fiery hot oil, but her face was full of unremarkable warmth. She gently took Wen Ling's small schoolbag, and said in a voice that was imperceptibly spoiled: "I'm not afraid. , I still have a place to live there."

Afraid that Wen Ling would feel that he had bad intentions, Wen Heng quickly said, "I can go to the boys' dormitory and spend the night with them."

Haven't done it before.

There is always room for a boy's bedroom.

After all, there are still some people who don't like to study, and they quietly crawl out at night to surf the Internet all night.

When the bed is vacant, Wen Heng can go over and get together.

From childhood to adulthood, I have never eaten anything.

It's not too uncomfortable for Wen Heng to just make a bed.

"Wen Heng, is your house very big?" Wen Ling didn't care about this, but asked in a low voice with her head tilted.

Wen Heng took a tight breath when asked.

Under the night sky, the little girl's eyes were as watery as the night sky carrying the stars, and the beauty of her was unbearable to speak loudly, and she didn't even dare to have a hint of blasphemy.

Suppressing the various waves in his heart, Wen Heng retracted his gaze, stared at the ground in front of him, and tried his best to ignore the appearance of the little girl that kept shaking in his mind.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "Not much."

I feel that my explanation seems to be incomparable.

After Wen Heng thought for a while, he looked back again, his voice still slightly hoarse: "Not as big as yours."

"The ground floor can always be used. I'll just lay the floor. Anyway, I live in the worst room at home, even worse than the warehouse." Wen Ling said indifferently.

After speaking, he seemed to think of something, tilted his head, and his voice was soft, like candies placed on the Christmas tree.

Whether it's sweet or not, it's full of expectations: "Don't worry, I occupy a small space for sleeping, and I won't order you a lot of cheap."

I'm not afraid of you taking advantage of me.

I'm just afraid that I can't control my heart.

I also don't want to see myself turned into a devil.

These words had reached his lips, but they were swallowed hard by Wen Heng.

"Well, I sleep on the floor." Wen Heng thought about it, it's so late, it's not easy to get into the school, so it's fine if he doesn't go.

Although he was afraid that the little girl was by his side, he released the devil in his heart.

But compared to missing the night in the same room as the little girl, nothing else matters.

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Little Ginseng Extract: Hey, I want to talk business with my benefactor every day, but my benefactor is serious.

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