How can it be overthinking?

Wen Heng, who has seen a lot of good and evil in this world, heard these clearly in the classroom.

He also heard about the incident between Wen Ling and Wen Yu yesterday, and the gossip inside was also picked up from various small groups in the school.

Wen Ling is really home now, and life is definitely not easy.

Wen Heng was annoyed and angry in his heart, because of this, the fingers holding the lunch box were pinched white, because they were pinched too tightly.

If it weren't for the footsteps behind him, Wen Heng might have broken the lunch box.

"Eat." Wen Heng eased his emotions a little, so as not to let his eyebrows and eyes look so scary.

The violent things in the bones were slowly pressed back.

The voice that opened his mouth was a little cold, but it revealed the subtle doting that he himself had not noticed.

The data of 233 is particularly accurate, and it was detected at once that although the villain is in a bad mood now, he is still very patient with the little ginseng essence.

It's a pity that the stupid ginseng essence in front of me doesn't seem to know.

Hearing Wen Heng say this, he raised his hand and pointed at himself, his small appearance was well-behaved and confused: "Me?" ”

"Or else?" Wen Heng's eyebrows moved, his face was ice and snow that had not melted for many years, but there was already a smile in his eyes.

"Uh-oh." When Wen Ling heard him say this, he didn't ask much, and obediently followed him back to his seat.

233 thought that Wen Ling didn't understand, but the villain is now loose, and he is still a little special to her, and he originally wanted to remind her.

After all, their mission is to be a villain.

Now that I look at it, there is hope.

As a result, in the next second, I heard a slow, soft voice in my consciousness: "I think the benefactor may want to talk to me about business." ”

233：？？？

Can you be a person, I spent a night of meowing, forgetting to talk about business, and you actually brought it up again?

233 was so angry that the leaves trembled.

As a result, Wen Ling didn't look at it at all.

"I can't finish eating so much." Looking at the rice in front of him, a box full of rice, a box of green onions, and a piece of diced meat, Wen Ling bit the chopsticks in embarrassment.

"Don't bite, eat." Wen Heng couldn't help frowning when he saw her bite the chopsticks, but the amplitude was not large.

Just the center of his eyebrows moved, and he raised his hand and patted the back of Wen Ling's hand gently.

As a result, the little girl's hands were too white, and when she slapped herself like this, she instantly turned red.

That piece of red stimulated Wen Heng's eyes and also stimulated Wen Heng's heart.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the violent aura that surged up again in his heart, Wen Heng calmed his breath as much as possible and said, "Eat well." ”

"Oh." Wen Ling didn't understand, so he rubbed his hands carefully, and then he stuffed his head and ate in small bites.

The rice is a little hard, and the quality of the rice is not good, not as delicious as the rice made by the orchid essence himself.

The green onion fragrant short ribs, not to mention the hard bones and teeth, the meat quality is also old, and the taste is even worse, far less delicious than the pig essence that was given to me.

Wen Ling still remembered that the drama spirit pig spirit was wiping her empty tears at that time, and whispered: "My poor descendants, my ancestors are sorry for you, and they just ate you like this, it's really uncomfortable." ”

Eating while talking, no one eats as much as he does.

Hmph, the essence of the play.

Although it wasn't very tasty, Wen Ling still ate some.

Wen Heng sat on the side, seemingly reading a book, but the corner of his eye was all on Wen Ling.

Looking at the little girl's delicate mouth moving and occasionally puffing out her cheeks, Wen Heng only felt that his heart was itching again.