The villain husband raises ginseng online

Chapter 903 The Old Dream of the Republic of China 93

Hearing this charming voice, Wen Ling squinted her eyes, and then gently leaned her side face into the palm of Chen Qi's too late to withdraw.

Then, rub it lightly.

Chen Qi's heart suddenly became angry.

Wen Ling has been teasing him like this recently, but he can't do anything.

Chen Qi already had a plan in mind.

A few days after Wen Ling returned to Wen's house, she had already entered the hospital under the guidance of her aunt, and now she started to learn nursing knowledge.

Because of this relationship, he took Chen Jiu to the hospital for several checkups.

Chen Jiu was congenitally deficient. To put it bluntly, he was deficient in both qi and blood. He was in poor health and needed long-term warming.

There is no way to cure it all at once.

But it can be raised.

As long as it is well maintained, it will not be a problem to live for more than ten years.

In this way, Chen Qi can rest assured.

Recently, he is trying to figure out a way to see if he can vote for someone, and then go to the battlefield with him.

He doesn't have the identity to match Wen Ling, nor does he have the financial resources to match him.

He has nothing but this life, and he can still fight.

However, if you want to go to the battlefield and fight for a future, it's not that easy.

After Wen Ling knew what he was thinking, she hooked Chen Qi up.

Now there are three major warlord forces in front of Chen Qi, who can be chosen by him.

Chen Qi was still hesitating, mainly because he was reluctant to separate from Wen Ling like this.

But without separation, maybe there will be no future between them.

Who would want to marry their precious daughter to a poor boy?

And even if Wen Ling was willing, Chen Qi didn't want Wen Ling to suffer with him.

Therefore, we still have to fight for a future.

No matter how reluctant you are, if you don't abandon the temporary tenderness, staying together for a long time in the future will be just a mirror image, which will be broken at the first touch.

"I want to choose Young Marshal Chen. Everyone's surname is Chen, and he has better character." Feeling Wen Ling's soft skin gently rubbing against his palm, Chen Qi spoke slowly, his voice already hoarse up.

"Well, I also think that Young Master Chen is a nice person, but it's a bit far away. You'll probably have to suffer a lot along the way." Hearing what Chen Qi said, Wen Ling was not surprised.

Originally, she had an idea to prompt Chen Qi to go out and make some troubles.

The benefactor was originally supposed to be in a high position, but now it's just that the dragon is stranded, and everything is only temporary.

Going out to make a living is not only because you want to marry yourself, but also because you can only protect the people around you if you stand at a high enough position, which is not like in the plot.

Regarding Wen Sheng's shameless behavior, there was nothing he could do. In the end, he could only choose to vent his anger.

However, Young Marshal Chen was in the northern battlefield, and it might not be easy for Chen Qi to go all the way.

Hearing what Ling said, Chen Qi swallowed his saliva, and after a long time, he said in a low, almost whispered voice: "For you, I will not feel hard."

In this case, Chen Qi didn't dare to speak loudly, but only dared to whisper in a low voice.

He was afraid that Wen Ling would hear, but also afraid that Wen Ling would not hear.

In fact, it is a very contradictory psychology.

But the little ginseng essence has such sharp ears, how could it be impossible for it not to hear?

"Then I'll wait for you, Chen Qi, I'll always be here waiting for you." Wen Ling heard it, and didn't rush to turn around to expose anything, but said something softly.

Chen Qi only felt that his heart was on fire, and all of them were on fire.

If Wen Ling turned his head, he would see that Chen Qi's eyeballs were completely red.

The breath on his body also carried a shocking heat.

I always feel that Chen Qi can burn just by touching it.

However, he firmly restrained his fire, for fear of burning Wen Ling.

(End of this chapter)