Chapter 42： School Grass First Love 42

Chapter 42 The first love of the school grass 42

Not wanting to scare Wen Ling, Wen Heng beckoned to the little girl, and the voice of his mouth seemed to be the evening breeze in September.

Although it is cold, it brushes softly across the ears. It is so comfortable that people can't help but want to whisper.

Little Ginseng sniffed the air greedily, and felt the sound again.

"233, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been dismissive of entering the small world before. The small world with benefactors is simply heaven." Wen Ling did not forget to chat with 233 at this time.

At the same time, the steps under her feet are extremely brisk.

It’s not like being shut out of the house and prevented from entering the poor little one.

You can act in front of others, but Wen Ling feels that it is unnecessary in front of the benefactor.

The benefactor would not hurt her if he could save her.

The benefactor is a good person with a kind heart.

She is showing small fangs in front of him, and the benefactor will not feel disgusted or angry.

"Wen Heng, I'm locked out of the door." The voice was obviously very soft, and it was a little soft.

But Wen Heng heard the grievance.

I felt as though I was being roasted by fiery hot oil, but there was a half-hearted Wen Heng on the face. He lightly accepted Wen Ling’s small schoolbag, and the voice of his mouth was imperceptible: "Don’t be afraid. , I still have a place to live there."

Fearing that Wen Ling would feel bad, Wen Heng quickly said: "I can go to the boys' dormitory and squeeze with them all night."

I haven’t done it before.

There is always a place in the boys’ bedroom.

After all, there are still some people who don’t like to learn, and they sneak out to surf the Internet at night.

The bed becomes vacant, and Wen Heng can go over and make up.

Since I was young, I have never had any hardships.

It's just to make up a bed. For Wen Heng, it is not too uncomfortable.

"Wen Heng, is your house big?" Wen Ling didn't care about this, but asked in a low voice, tilting his head.

Wen Heng breathed tightly when asked.

Under the night sky, the eyes of the little girl are like the night sky carrying a galaxy, and the beauty makes people unbearable to speak loudly, even a trace of profanity.

Depressing the various waves that were surging in his heart, Wen Heng retracted his gaze, staring at the ground in front of him, ignoring as much as possible the appearance of the little girl who kept shaking in his mind.

The voice of   's mouth was stained with a slight hoarseness: "Not big."

I feel that this kind of explanation does not seem to be contrastive.

After thinking about it, Wen Heng glanced back, his voice was still slightly muted: "Not as big as yours."

"That floor shop can always be hit, I'll just hit the floor shop. Anyway, I live in the worst room at home, not as good as the warehouse." Wen Ling said indifferently.

After finishing speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, tilted his head, and his voice was soft, like a candy on a Christmas tree.

No matter whether it is sweet or not, it is full of expectation: "Don't worry, the space I occupies for sleeping is small, and I won't make you much cheaper."

I am not afraid that you will take advantage of me.

I'm just afraid that I can't control my heart.

I don’t want to see myself become a devil.

These words had reached their lips, but they were swallowed by Wen Heng forcefully.

"Well, I slept on the floor." Wen Heng thought for a while. It's too late to enter the school, so it's okay if he doesn't go.

Although he was afraid of the little girl by his side, he released the devil in his heart again.

But compared to missing the night in the same room with the little girl, everything else is not important.

Small plot

Little Ginseng Jing: Hey, I want to talk business with my benefactor every day, but my benefactor is fake and serious.

233:...

Benefactor:……

(End of this chapter)