The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Wen Ling didn't know what the benefactor was thinking.

Because she started a new round of copy and paste.

Next time, let's change to another person who doesn't need to do homework. I'm going to break my copying hand every day. I don't know how to read. I guess the test is not as good as the original owner. Wen Ling copied it for a long time, and only finished one copy.

She didn't even know a few words in total, and the little ginseng essence that grows wildly and naturally has never been taken by anyone.

If I can recognize a few characters, it is because I have made many friends, otherwise I don't know one big character.

It is also difficult to write because I don't know a few words.

She doesn't know the skills, she is drawing the gourd according to her original appearance.

Wen Ling felt that she was probably the worst ginseng essence, no one.

Okay. 233 was also worried, no matter how many calculations, it didn't count that the host was illiterate.

This task is really difficult.

Therefore, at this time, when Wen Ling mentioned it, he immediately responded, and even wished he could take Wen Ling to change the world right now.

Don't come to this world. Anyway, you are going to fail, so don't struggle.

At this time, 233 just wanted a set of Bian Que Sanlian: If it can't be cured, carry it away and leave.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, the school officially began to study in the evening.

Wen Ling copied her homework and brushed her hair back.

The original owner's hair rope was broken, and the long hair over the shoulders, because there was no hair rope, she would run forward from time to time.

When Wen Ling was copying and pasting, Wen Heng's gaze fell on her back unconsciously.

Seeing the little girl reaching out and brushing her hair from time to time, Wen Heng's eyes deepened.

It was obvious that the little girl was pulling her own hair, but for some unknown reason, Wen Heng imagined that hand and gently pressed it between his eyebrows.

Thinking of this, Wen Heng felt a cool breeze coming from the center of his eyebrows.

This coolness made Wen Heng a little awake, he lowered his head, and continued to read, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed that he would be distracted by things other than studying.

It's just that the book hadn't turned a few pages, and the fragrance in front of him was quietly approaching again.

Wen Heng, have you written the comprehensive paper? Wen Ling didn't want to copy it, but if she didn't copy it, she would not be able to understand it in class.

So, in desperation, forced to copy and paste.

Wen Heng just calmed down and memorized two articles, but the aroma that could lure him to sin came again.

Wen Heng's Adam's apple moved, then raised his head and took a deep look at his eyebrows. Before today, in his eyes, he was still the front seat of a little fool.

At this moment, the little girl's chin was resting on the edge of the table, her mouth was slightly raised, and she seemed a little unhappy.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes are no longer glowing with sultry water waves, but watery, simple and pure.

The little girl seems a little unhappy?

When he realized this, the breath on Wen Heng's body became a little colder.

Is she happy or not, what does it have to do with herself?

It's just an inexplicable thought.

The direct manifestation of the colder breath is that Wen Heng's lips collapsed tightly, and at first glance, he looked very difficult to mess with.

Wen Heng's deskmate was a boy named Gao Yiqiang. Seeing that Wen Heng's face was not very good-looking, he hurriedly winked Wen Ling's eyes and signaled: Go back, little fool, Xue Shen is not happy. Just get you out of here.

In the end, Wen Ling asked kindly, Are your eyes uncomfortable? I have eye drops here.

Gao Yiqiang: ? ? ?

ha? ?

I kindly advise you, do you think my eyes cramp?