The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

  Chapter 38 The first love of the school grass 38

   "No, it's not far, just a few stops." Wenjia is not far away. If you take a car, it will take six stops and about 20 minutes.

Wen Ling didn't want to toss Wen Heng.

  It was nine o'clock after they left for the evening self-study, and this car is also the last trip.

  Wen Heng escorted her back, and when he comes back, there is no bus, and she needs to take a taxi back.

  If Wen Heng is a rich second generation who is not bad for money like the male protagonist in this world, then Wen Ling might still consider it.

  Unfortunately, it is not.

  Wen Heng's conditions are not good. Even saying that he can grow to this age is because of his own destiny and ability.

  Otherwise, I am afraid it will be cold.

  It may be because of this growth environment, so it was decided that he was paranoid in his bones afterwards.

  Considering these, Wen Ling waved his hand.

   "Be obedient, let's go." Wen Heng didn't think much, pulled the small bag Wen Ling put in his hand, and at the same time waved his big hand, imaginarily holding Wen Ling towards the bus.

  At this point in time, there are a lot of students after class, and many of them need to go home by car.

  But this part is still a minority.

  Most of them are picked up by parents or the school district room, which is nearby.

  Farther away, parents would rather live on campus.

  One is to save time and the other is to be safe.

  It’s safer inside school than outside.

  There are still some students who take the car, and they naturally saw Wen Heng and Wen Ling together.

  The boys are cold and noble, while the girls are gentle and tender.

  After reading it, many students immediately shared it with themselves in the group.

  【I'm so good, share a big melon, that person really got the school grass ah ah ah ah ah ah, I am unwilling. 】

  【Isn't it? Really hit it? 】

  [I guess it’s looking at the face, although the character is hard to say, but the face can be beaten, she is still the long-legged Yujie. 】

   [Don’t talk nonsense upstairs, if you have really contacted her, you will know that the long-legged Yujie is a fake, she is really cute...]

  ……

  "Is it cold?" Wen Ling was wearing a pink shirt with three-quarter sleeves, and a pair of black trousers.

  October night, it was already a bit cold.

  But Wen Heng didn't wear much. He didn't have to take off the white sweater with jeans, Wen Ling was so cold.

  I just don’t worry, I asked one more question.

  After asking, I regretted it again.

  The lip line collapsed tightly, and Wen Heng was thinking, going back to get a piece of clothing by himself, can he catch up with the car.

  After all, the last class is on. If he can't make it, Wen Ling won't be able to return home.

   "It's not cold." Wen Ling has been buried by the snow before, so why is he afraid of the cold?

  After Wen Heng finished asking, he shook his head cleverly.

  Although the person looks tall, his face is small and his lips are gently pressed, his appearance is small and cute.

  Wen Heng felt that his heart was starting to beat out of rhythm again, and he couldn't live up to the slightest.

  If the night is not dark, his reddish eartips, I am afraid that people will also be able to see clearly.

  The little girl is so attractive.

  In fact, it’s also strange. Wen Heng felt that the opponent’s eyes were light and the acting was clumsy.

   But now, just normal conversations make Wen Heng feel that the apex of his heart trembles.

  Wen Heng doesn’t understand why this is happening. He wants to take out his mobile phone to search, but he is afraid that Wen Ling will see him, so ask more questions.

   Endure forbearance, the car has arrived.

  Most of the people who take the bus at this point are students, because this is not the departure station, but just passing by, so there will be some other people on the bus.

  Some are office workers who just got off work, and there are others.

  All kinds of people, not many people.

  But there are more men.

   Seeing this scene, Wen Heng pursed his lips, his complexion suddenly sinking.

  (End of this chapter)