The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

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

The little head moved a little, then turned his head.

Can Ruo Xingchen's peach blossom eyes blinked, and her voice was soft and soothing: "Wen Heng, have you written your math paper?"

Liu Xinhan, who was still copying homework, was taken aback and thought to be a good student, why did she find a school god?

And how could it be possible that the paper for studying God was not written?

The problem is that it is not very good to write.

Wen Heng had just returned to his position and was about to take the language book to review it when he heard the little girl's soft voice like cotton.

The cold eyes were slightly lifted, and it was clear that in the past few days, there was always nothing to do with him. Wen Heng wanted to snort and politely refused.

But when she blinked at the little girl and had some pitiful big eyes, she had prepared a speech, but she couldn't say it for some reason.

Just like the words I prepared, the temperature is too high, and it has begun to burn my mouth.

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

"Return to me before the evening self-study is over." His voice seemed like a clear mountain breeze, revealing a natural taste and sweetness.

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

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

Therefore, she also likes to hear this voice.

"Yeah." Wen Ling replied obediently, and then turned around.

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

The small face the size of a palm swayed 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 pursed gently up and down, and then he nodded his head and said, "Yeah."

Even the sound is soft.

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

Soft makes people want to explore more.

The messy emotions suddenly broke into his mind, which was only pretending to be knowledge.

Wen Heng closed his eyes a little irritably, and then opened them again. Although the bottom of his eyes became more clear, the efficiency of reading books was still reduced.

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

It's just that he used to like to see stupid people jumping around thinking they were smart, so he let her make trouble there.

Don't disturb yourself, everything is easy to talk about, plus, it is easy to receive love letters every day, and Wen Heng is also annoying.

If you have a girlfriend, whether it's real or fake, it's okay to see it as real in the eyes of others.

Let her go to block the peach blossoms, and she is also happy.

Therefore, he saw the little trick in the front seat, but he never picked it up, and even meant to let it develop.

However, the mood tonight is not right.

No, no, it's not that he's in a bad mood.

But the front seat is not quite right.

In the past, the front seat looked at people with light scorn, and the whole person was a bitch.

But the glance just now was simple and clean, and there seemed to be a little bit of worship.

What about the eyes?

It's like looking at dad...

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

Go to his mother's father, won't the front seat be crazy?