The villain husband raises ginseng online

Chapter 9 The school grass's first love 9

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 someone who doesn't have to do homework. I'm going to lose my hand copying every day. I don't know how to read. I guess the test is worse than the original owner." Wen Ling copied for a long time before finishing one sheet.

She can't read a few words at all, and the pure natural ginseng essence that grows wildly has never been taken by anyone.

The fact that I can read a few characters is because I have made many friends, otherwise I don’t know a single character.

Because I don't know a few words, it is also difficult to write.

She doesn't know how to do it, so she just relies on her original appearance and is doing the same thing.

Wen Ling felt that she was probably the worst ginseng essence, not one of them.

"Okay." 233 was also worried. He had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't count that the host was illiterate.

This task is really difficult.

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

It's better not to come to this world, you are going to fail anyway, so don't struggle.

At this time, 233 just wanted to come up with a set of Bian Que San Lian: It can't be cured, so take it away, and leave.

At six o'clock in the evening, the school officially started evening self-study.

Wen Ling was copying homework while brushing her hair back.

The original owner's hair rope was broken, and her shoulder-length hair ran forward from time to time because she lost the hair rope. If she didn't flick it, it would block the paper.

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

Seeing the little girl stretching out her hand to brush 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 reason, Wen Heng actually imagined that hand, gently pressing the center of his eyebrows.

Thinking of this, Wen Heng felt a coolness coming from between his brows.

This coolness made Wen Heng wake up a little bit, lowered his head, and continued to read, but he couldn't help feeling annoyed that he was actually distracted by things other than studying.

It's just that the book has not turned a few pages, and the ray of fragrance in front quietly approached again.

"Wen Heng, have you written the comprehensive paper yet?" Wen Ling didn't want to copy it either, but if she didn't copy it, she wouldn't be able to understand it even more in class.

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

Wen Heng had just calmed down and memorized two articles, but the scent that could lure him to commit crimes came again.

Wen Heng's Adam's apple twitched, then raised his head, and took a deep look with his brows and eyes. 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, and her small mouth was slightly raised, as if she was not very happy.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes are no longer full of provocative 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.

Whether she is happy or not, what does it matter to me?

It's just an inexplicable thought.

The direct expression of the colder breath is that Wen Heng's lips are tight, which is very difficult to mess with at first glance.

Wen Heng's deskmate was a boy named Gao Yiqiang. Seeing Wen Heng's complexion was not very good-looking, he quickly winked Wen Ling's eyes and signaled: "Go back, little fool, Xueshen is not happy. If you can't say it, you will be in the next second." Just tell you to fuck off.

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

Gao Yiqiang:? ? ?

ha? ?

I kindly persuade you, do you think my eyes are cramping?

(End of this chapter)