The villain husband raises ginseng online

Chapter 39 The school grass's first love 39

At this time, Wen Heng was extremely fortunate that he took the initiative to send the little girl home.

Otherwise, there are so many boys and men in this car, how can they be safe.

If anyone has any unruly thoughts again, won't the little girl suffer?

His little girl, like a single-minded little fool, was bullied, and probably she could only cry.

Looking at these people, after Wen Heng strengthened himself, he wanted to send Wen Ling home.

Wen Ling didn't think too much about it. At this point in time, the people in the car were not that exaggerated, and there were still seats.

Wen Heng pulled Wen Ling to sit in the back seat of the two, surrounded by students from his school who were chattering.

Everyone quietly looked at these two people, and then quickly shared news in their hands.

Really together! ! !

Everyone can’t believe it anymore, but there are pictures and the truth, there is always someone who dares to take a photo quietly for everyone to see.

This section of the road is not particularly long, and it takes more than 20 minutes to reach Wen Ling's house.

After getting off the bus, the two of them still had to walk for a while and entered the community, and only then did they truly arrive at Wen Ling's house.

Compared with Wen Yu and the others returning by car, Wen Ling's speed was much slower.

"The one above the first and second floors is my home, you should go back quickly." Wen Ling pointed to a house for Wen Heng to see, and then said softly.

The little girl under the moonlight had clear eyes, and when she spoke, she raised her head proudly, as if to show off: "Look, that's my home."

In fact, Little Ginseng's thought is: Look, there are a group of idiots living in that room.

233 said that it was getting late, and it was time for him to go to sleep, and he didn't want to ask about the world anymore.

You can watch it for yourself, as long as the villain doesn't become black, I can keep silent.

"Well, I know, I'll watch you enter the house before leaving." Wen Heng was not at ease, the little girl had to walk on his own for such a stretch of the road, so he looked at the house with the lights on over there, and opened his mouth slowly.

The young man has passed the period of changing his voice, his current voice seems to be like a clear moon and a clear breeze, and also like green pines and cedars, full of natural breath everywhere.

Wen Ling, on the other hand, likes this kind of breath the most.

Just listening to one ear, I feel that the apex of my heart is slightly hot.

"My benefactor's voice is really nice." Wen Ling subconsciously said something to 233, with a little pride in her tone.

233 means that the heart is very tired. It's late at night, can you let it sleep peacefully, knowing that you are the benefactor's little licking dog, so don't talk about it?

"It sounds much better than your voice." However, Wen Ling wanted to find something to do when he had nothing to do, so after he finished speaking, he dissed 233 by the way.

But 233 was so angry that he jumped up again in the middle of the night and said: "My voice is the latest smart voice from AI. It's 100% nice, absolutely nice, super nice."

233 was so angry that the leaves trembled.

In the end, Wen Ling just smiled and said: "Oh."

233 was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but it was a system and couldn't vomit, but the code was messed up, and it needed to adjust slowly.

"Then I'll go back." Wen Heng insisted, although Wen Ling felt sorry for his benefactor, but after thinking about it, if he didn't leave, Wen Heng would probably stay here forever.

Besides, the benefactor is a man, and he is tall and strong, so he shouldn't be robbed of his wealth by some female bandit, right?

"Well, see you tomorrow." Hearing that the spirit response had gone down, the little girl's voice was mixed in the night wind and drifted into his ears. Wen Heng felt that the tips of his ears were getting hot, so he turned his body slightly to let the heat follow the wind. Floating together, while speaking softly.

(End of this chapter)