The villain husband raises ginseng online

Chapter 42 The school grass's first love 42

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 brushed against the ears softly, making it so comfortable that people couldn't help but want to murmur.

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

"233, I was wrong. I shouldn't have dismissed entering the 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 was shut out of the house and not allowed in.

You can act in front of others, but Wen Ling thinks it's unnecessary in front of your benefactor.

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

The benefactor is a good man with a kind heart.

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

"Wen Heng, I'm locked out of the door." Mingming's voice was soft and soft.

But Wen Heng heard the grievance.

My heart was as uncomfortable as being roasted by hot oil, but there was a half-hearted warmth on my face. I gently took Wen Ling's small schoolbag, and said in a voice that was imperceptible: "Don't be afraid." , I still have a place to live there."

Fearing that Wen Ling felt that he had malicious intentions, Wen Heng quickly said again: "I can go to the boys' dormitory and spend the night with them."

It's not like it hasn't been done before.

In the boys' dormitory, there are always vacancies.

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

When the bed is vacant, Wen Heng can go over and make up for it.

Since I was a child, I have never suffered anything.

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

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

Wen Heng's breath tightened when asked.

Under the night sky, the little girl's eyes were as watery as the night sky filled with stars, so beautiful that it was unbearable to speak aloud, and she didn't even dare to have the slightest thought of blasphemy.

Suppressing all kinds of waves surging in his heart, Wen Heng withdrew his eyes, 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.

The voice of the opening was stained with a slight hoarseness: "It's not big."

I feel that my explanation seems to have no comparison.

Wen Heng thought for a while, then looked back, his voice was still slightly hoarse: "It's not as big as your house."

"The ground floor can always be used. I'll just use the floor. Anyway, the room I live at home is the worst room, 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 a Christmas tree.

Regardless of whether the inside is sweet or not, it is full of expectations: "Don't worry, I take up too little space to sleep, and I won't order you a lot of cheap ones."

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 watch myself turn into a devil.

These words had already reached their lips, but they were swallowed by Wen Heng forcefully.

"Well, I sleep on the floor." Wen Heng thought for a while, it was so late and it was difficult to get into school, so it was fine if he didn't go.

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

But compared to missing the night in the same room with the little girl, other things are not important.

small plot

Little Ginseng Essence: Hey, I want to discuss business with my benefactor every day, but my benefactor is so prudish.

233: ...

benefactor:……

(End of this chapter)