The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

  Chapter 9 The first love of the school grass 9

Wen Ling doesn't know what the benefactor thinks.

  Because she started a new round of copy and paste.

   “Next time we change to a status that doesn’t need to do homework, I’m going to cut off my hands every day. I’m not literate yet. I guess I’m not as good as the original owner in the exam.” Wen Ling copied one copy for a long time.

  She didn’t even know a few words. The pure natural and wild growth of ginseng essence has never been taken by anyone.

  I can recognize a few characters, or it is because I have made many friends, or else I don’t know one.

  Because I don’t know a few words, it’s also difficult to write.

  She doesn't understand the technique, she is drawing the gourd according to the original appearance.

  Wen Ling feels that he is probably the worst ginseng essence, not one of them.

   "Okay." 233 is also worried, countless, but the host is illiterate.

  This task is really difficult.

   So, at this time, Wen Ling mentioned it, he would immediately respond, and even wish to change the world with Wen Ling now.

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

  At this time, 233 only wants to come with a set of Bian Que Sanlian: It can’t be cured, take it away, and say goodbye.

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

  Wen Ling was copying his homework while pulling his hair back.

  The original owner's hair rope was broken, and the long hair over the shoulders, because she didn't have the hair rope, she ran forward from time to time. If she didn't pick it up, she would have to block the paper.

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

  Wen Heng's eyes deepened as she looked at the little girl from time to time and stretched out her hands to lift her hair.

  Mingming's little girl was flirting with her own hair, but I don't know why, Wen Heng imagined that hand and gently pressed it to the center of his eyebrows.

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

  This coolness made Wen Heng a little sober, lowered his head, and then read, but he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart. He would be distracted by things other than studying.

  It's just that the book hasn't turned a few pages yet, and the scent of fragrance in front is quietly approaching.

   "Wen Heng, have you written the comprehensive papers?" Wen Ling didn't want to copy, but she wouldn't understand it if she didn't copy it.

  So, in desperation, I was forced to copy and paste.

  Wen Heng just calmed down, and memorized two articles. As a result, the fragrance that could lure him into crime came again.

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

  At this time, the little girl’s chin was resting on the edge of the table, her small mouth was slightly raised, she seemed a little unhappy.

  The beautiful peach eyes are no longer sultry, but watery, simple and pure.

  The little girl seems a little unhappy?

When    realized this, Wen Heng's breath became a bit colder.

  She is tall or unhappy, what's up with her?

   is simply inexplicable thoughts.

  The direct manifestation of the colder breath is that Wen Heng’s lips are tightly collapsed, and it looks very uncomfortable at first glance.

Wen Heng’s tablemate was a boy named Gao Yiqiang. He looked at Wen Heng's complexion and squeezed his eyes to indicate: Go back soon, little idiot, Xueshen is not happy. Just let you go.

  As a result, Wen Ling asked very kindly: "Are you uncomfortable with your eyes? I have eye drops here."

  Higher one strong:? ? ?

ha? ?

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

  (End of this chapter)