The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Why are you afraid? Wen Ling didn't understand, so he tilted his head and asked.

Wen Heng's hand on the edge of the sofa slowly clenched into a fist after hearing Wen Ling's question.

He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the darker light in his eyes.

The voice he spoke again was low, with unspeakable depression: My parents didn't die normally, in fact my dad drank alcohol, killed my mom, and then committed suicide in prison, I'm grandma I was brought up, and then my grandmother was gone.

Having said this, Wen Heng laughed at himself: I have been called an ominous child since I was a child. I have killed my parents and my grandmother who loved me the most. Now I am alone, and I will be lonely in the future. Star's life.

However, their affairs and their lives are not decided by you. What does this have to do with you? Wen Ling said in a puzzled way, and there was great confusion in his small head.

Wen Heng was stunned when he heard it.

Since I was a child, I have listened to the comments of people around me, including the occasional taunts of children of the same age.

Said he was a broom star, and killed the whole family.

Even Wen Heng himself has been affected over the years.

On countless nights with no one, he was also asking himself, is it because of him that both parents died and grandma died too?

There is no answer, and no one can answer.

No one has ever come to tell him that the deaths of these people were not caused by him, so what does it have to do with him?

He was an excellent student and should have known from the start.

Life is an individual, everything depends on fate.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are not for outsiders to decide.

When his parents died, he was even a child who knew nothing.

So, why should the death of these people be turned into a shackle, which has been set on him forever?

Wanting to understand this, Wen Heng's eyes were indescribably wet.

I was afraid that my tears would fall on the little girl and scare people.

Wen Heng hurriedly got up and went to the bathroom, not even bothering to say hello to Wen Ling.

The little ginseng essence didn't ask any more questions, but just got up slowly and sat quietly on the sofa.

Wen Heng went to the bathroom to adjust his state by himself. After a long time, he came out and smoothed Wenling's hair: Go to sleep, we have class tomorrow.

Thinking of what Wen Ling said, she also has a share in that family, why do they want to kick her out for nothing, Wen Heng is still a little worried: I will help you find a lawyer tomorrow and ask, what should you do in such a situation in your family? .

No. Wen Ling waved his hand indifferently.

Wen Heng's hand that was still in Shun Mao stiffened, and he was a little uncomfortable with the little girl's refusal attitude.

On the other hand, Wen Ling responded quickly and excitedly.

Following Wen Heng's palm, he also took the initiative to rub: It's so troublesome to find a lawyer. I went to the media directly. I will send the Wen family to four tomorrow, and the C will debut.

Wen Heng: ...

Unexpectedly, the C-position debut can be so useful.

Looking for a lawyer, he couldn't make Wen Jia famous.

It's better to find the media interesting.

Which media are you looking for? As soon as Wen Ling said this, she knew that the little girl had her own plans, Wen Heng's voice was filled with a slight smile, and her gaze towards Wen Ling also softened.

Let love go home. After Wen Ling finished speaking, she rolled on the sofa.

This rolling, soft and soft, the warm eyes, a little deeper.

The bottom of his eyes are those surging, uncontrollable darkness.