The villain husband raises ginseng online

Chapter 47 The school grass's first love 47

After getting in touch with it, 233 found out that pure and ignorant ass.

This little ginseng spirit has a deceptively good face, and he is more social than anyone else in his bones.

But, who let other people's faces be deceiving?

"Don't be busy, I sleep with you in the same way, don't choose." Wen Ling was behind him, and after visiting for a while, he opened his mouth.

As a result, after he finished speaking, he saw Wen Heng who was bending over to fix the sheets, and his body froze immediately.

This sentence……

OK.

Wen Heng told himself not to think about it, the little girl is still young, and now she is kicked out of the house again, she must not be in a good mood...

Grass.

As a result, after thinking about it for a while, my whole body became hot from thinking.

Once used to the cold and snow-like temperature, he couldn't control it in the end, turned around, and violently pushed Wen Ling to the edge of the wall.

"Are you implying something to me?" Wen Heng lowered his voice, but still couldn't hide the fact that he was completely dumb. When he spoke, his forehead directly touched Wen Ling's.

When the four eyes met, he saw bewilderment in the eyes of the little girl.

For a moment, Wen Heng felt like a beast again.

He has the mind of a hunter and the mind of a beast.

he……

Slightly closing his eyes, Wen Heng restrained his sinister aura as much as possible, and then slowly let go of Wen Ling.

Some stiff hands slowly stretched out, and gently rubbed Wen Ling's hair.

"Sorry for scaring you." Wen Heng didn't want to show such a dark side of himself to Wen Ling.

But sometimes he can't control the devil in his heart.

Fortunately, his sanity came online in time, and it didn't make him do anything more terrifying.

"Wen Heng, do you like me?" In the end, Wen Ling, a little ginseng spirit, was born with flirting skills.

Seeing that Wen Heng wanted to shrink back, he couldn't help tilting his head, and asked in a clear voice.

When Wen Heng was asked a single sentence, he froze in place. The hand that was originally outstretched, at this moment, seemed to grow on Wen Ling's head, and he did not dare to move.

The whole person froze there like a mechanical dance.

And the tip of the ear, at a speed visible to the naked eye, is rapidly turning red.

In the end, it was so red that it was about to bleed.

Only then did Wen Ling approach quietly, and her slightly cool lips touched the tip of the ear that was red as if it was about to burn.

Then he bent down and got out from Wen Heng's arms, and threw himself on the bed as if shy.

"I'm going to sleep." The voice was directly pressed against the quilt, muffled and filled with a little joy.

The joy was undisguised, as if with lovely wings, it flew out of the bed and flew to Wen Heng's heart.

When Wen Heng came to his senses, he leaned directly against the wall behind him.

His body was rarely relaxed, and his whole body seemed boneless, not as cold and hard as pine and cypress as he usually is.

The corners of his lips evoked a smile unconsciously, like soft cotton candy slowly melting on the tip of his heart, every inch of the syrup was sweet to the bone.

He looked at Wen Ling who was lying on the bed with his head buried in the quilt, and looked at his cute little jiojio still moving there.

Seeing that there is nowhere to put it, and a little uneasy, I want to turn my head to look at myself, and I am afraid that I haven't walked away yet.

Wen Heng felt his heart melt instantly.

He raised his hand and lightly touched the tip of his ear, which was still warm, and Wen Heng closed his eyes slightly.

This is all right, it was just a somersault.

Now I'm afraid it's my family's life, so I'm all planted in it.

4 more, ask for tickets, ask for collection

Thank you little angels for your reward

(End of this chapter)