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

Although it is cold, it gently brushes through the ears, and it is so comfortable that people can't help but want to whisper.

The little ginseng spirit 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 didn't forget to chat with 233 at this time.

At the same time, the steps under your feet are brisk.

It's not like a pitiful little person who was locked out of the house and not allowed to go in.

You can act in front of others, but Wen Ling feels that it is not necessary in front of her benefactor.

If the benefactor could save her, he would not have hurt her.

The benefactor is a good person and kind-hearted.

She showed her little fangs in front of his eyes, and the benefactor would not feel disgusted or angry.

"Wen Heng, I'm locked out." Obviously, the voice is very soft, and it is a little soft.

But Wen Heng heard the grievances.

His heart felt as uncomfortable as if he was being roasted by hot oil, but Wen Heng, who was not visible on his face, gently took Wen Ling's small schoolbag, and opened his voice with an imperceptible doting: "Don't be afraid, I still have a place to live there." ”

For fear that Wen Ling would feel that he had bad intentions, Wen Heng quickly said again: "I can go to the boys' dormitory and squeeze in with them for a night." ”

It's not like I haven't done it before.

There is always a vacant place in the boys' dormitory.

After all, there are still some people who don't like to study, and quietly climb out to surf the Internet all night at night.

When the bed is vacant, Wen Heng can go over and make up for it.

Since I was a child, I haven't suffered anything.

Just making up a bed is not a very uncomfortable thing for Wen Heng.

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

Wen Heng's breath tightened when asked.

Under the night sky, the little girl's eyes are as bright as the night sky carrying the stars, and the beauty makes people can't bear to speak loudly, and they don't even dare to have a trace of blasphemy.

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

The voice that opened his mouth was tinged with a slight hoarseness: "It's not big." ”

I feel that my explanation like this seems to be not contrasting.

After Wen Heng thought about it, he glanced back again, and his voice was still slightly hoarse: "It's not as big as your family." ”

"The floor shop can always be played, I'll just play the floor, anyway, it's the worst room at home, it's worse than the warehouse." Wen Ling said indifferently.

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

Whether it's sweet or not, it's full of expectations: "Don't worry, I take up a small space to sleep, and I won't order you a lot of cheap ones." ”

I'm not afraid you'll take advantage of me.

I'm just afraid that I won't be able to control my heart.

I also don't want to watch myself become a devil.

These words had reached his lips, but they were swallowed by Wen Heng strongly.

"Well, I sleep on the floor." Wen Heng thought about it, it's so late, the school is not easy to enter, and it is better if he doesn't go.

Although he was afraid that the little girl was 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, nothing else matters.