The villain husband raises ginseng online

Chapter 8 The school grass's first love 8

Wen Ling copied and pasted for a while, feeling very boring.

The little head moved, then turned around.

The peach blossom eyes that were as bright as stars blinked, and the voice of his mouth was soft and sullen: "Wen Heng, have you written your math paper yet?"

Liu Xinhan, who was still copying homework, was taken aback, and thought to herself that she should be a scumbag, why did she still find a school god?

And how could it be possible that the student's test paper was not written?

The problem is that it is not easy to borrow after writing.

Just as Wen Heng got back to his seat, he was about to take his language books to review, when he heard the little girl's voice as soft as cotton.

His cold eyes were lifted slightly, and he could clearly see that in the past few days, he was always teasing the little idiot who had nothing to do with him. Originally, Wen Heng wanted to sneer and politely refused.

But when facing the little girl who was blinking non-stop, and still had some pitiful big eyes, he had already prepared a speech, but he couldn't say it for some reason.

It's like the words I prepared, the temperature is too high, it's already starting to burn my mouth.

Wen Heng didn't quite understand this complicated emotion. After he realized it, he pursed his lips in displeasure, and then slowly found out his math paper and handed it over.

"Return it to me before the evening self-study is over." The voice that spoke, seemed to be a clear mountain breeze, revealing a natural taste and sweetness.

Wen Ling likes the smell of nature the most, and it would be even better if it is the earthy smell of the earth.

However, the benefactor's voice must be the best in the world.

Therefore, she also likes to hear this voice.

"En." After Wen Ling obediently responded, she turned around.

Leaving Wen Heng with a thin back, and a faint, sweet smell, like the smell of shampoo?

The palm-sized face dangled in front of his eyes, but Wen Heng didn't feel any impression.

But when he lowered his head to read the book, his eyes were always shaking unconsciously. The girl's pink lips were slightly pursed up and down, and then she nodded her head and said, "En."

Even the voice is soft.

At first, he felt that the sound was soft like cotton, but now Wen Heng felt that it was softer than cotton, like clouds blown away by the wind.

It's so soft that people can't help but want to explore more.

Messy emotions suddenly broke into my mind, which only pretended to be knowledge.

Wen Heng closed his eyes a little irritably, and then opened them again. Although the bottom of his eyes became clearer, the efficiency of reading still dropped after all.

Wen Heng is not stupid, it is impossible not to know about the teasing of the little fool sitting in front.

It's just that he always likes to see fools jumping around thinking they are smart, so he let her make trouble there.

Don't bother yourself, everything is easy to talk about, plus, receiving love letters every day and receiving soft hands, Wen Heng is also annoyed.

If you have a girlfriend, no matter it is real or fake, it only needs to look real in the eyes of others.

Let her block the peach blossoms, and I am also happy.

Therefore, he saw the little trick in the front seat, but never pointed it out, and even had the intention of allowing it to develop.

However, the mood is not right tonight.

No, no, it's not that he's in the wrong mood.

But the front seat is not quite right.

The eyes in the front seat used to look at people with scorn, and the whole person was a bitch.

But the glance just now was simple and clean, and there seemed to be a trace of admiration.

What about the eyes?

It's like watching Dad...

After reacting, Wen Heng pursed his lips deeper, and his brows and eyes became a little colder.

Fuck his father, the front seat must be insane, right?

(End of this chapter)