[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Wen Ling licked his lips in fear, and stammered to explain.

"No, no, I gave the money!!"

Qiao Zirong scolded at the side: "You stole my cold noodles, and I also..."

Shen Yan's gaze casually fell on Qiao Zirong, and Qiao Zirong immediately tied the beautiful Chinese words in his mouth and swallowed them.

"I also gave money from his mother and my aunt!"

Wen Ling ignored him, and handed the roasted cold noodles to Shen Yan with both hands: "I woke up and found that you were missing. These are roasted cold noodles specially bought for you!"

Qiao Zirong was dumbfounded when he heard Wen Ling's shocking words. He glanced aside and saw a red mark on Wen Ling's collarbone without fail.

this this this?These two people! !

"You, you!!"

Qiao Zirong pointed at them with trembling fingers, and was at a loss for words for a while.

Seeing Qiao Zirong pointing at him, Wen Ling thought he was here to bake cold noodles, so he put his little hands on his hips and wrinkled his baby-fat faces together: "What are you looking at! It's not for you!"

Qiao Zirong's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost: "I'm not crazy about it! Perverted!!"

As she said that, Qiao Zirong ran away without a trace.

Standing behind Wen Ling, Shen Yan's face was as dark as an abyss, and the undercurrent in his eyes seemed to start to surge.

He pinched the back of Wen Ling's neck like he was educating a house cat.

"If you say something more that I don't want to hear, maybe I will help you behave better, in other ways."

Wen Ling thought that Shen Yan was going to hit him, so he immediately shook his head, pouted and drooped his little head: "I won't talk anymore, don't hit me."

The little guy's eyes were reddish, and he seemed to be extremely wronged. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake.

His stepmother and the former school violence were shadows that he couldn't get out of. No matter how many psychological hints the villains gave him, Wen Ling would still be uncontrollably afraid.

Shen Yan rolled his Adam's apple, and slowly lowered his big hand, and finally touched Wen Ling's head.

"You don't need to be afraid of me. I won't beat you at any time. But bad kids who do wrong things will always be punished, right? As for the price, I have the final say."

Shen Yan threw the roasted cold noodles into the trash can and sent Wen Ling directly to the door of the classroom.

"Call out, brother, I'll go buy you breakfast."

Wen Ling felt the warmth of those hands, raised a smile and called out crisply: "Brother!"

That voice was delicate and soft with a hint of sweetness, which made Shen Yan's heart itch.

Shen Yan clicked his tongue lightly, and the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth irritably.

This cry may be more flavorful on other occasions.