Wen Ling couldn't refuse, so he silently took it back.

What I thought to myself was that fortunately, the money had been paid, and I didn't eat for nothing.

But after thinking about sending candy to his benefactor, Wen Ling hurriedly pulled it from his pocket, opened the bag of sugar, grabbed a handful and handed it to Wen Heng.

The little porcelain white hand clenched into a cute little fist and landed in front of his eyes.

Originally, the fist was aimed at himself with the back of his hand, and Wen Heng could even see the green veins on it.

Little girl, it's too thin.

In the next second, Wen Ling reacted, and hurriedly turned his palm up, revealing the candy he was holding in his hand: "This is for you to eat." ”

Always remember to give candy to your benefactor.

Wen Ling felt that he was really a serious and responsible ginseng essence.

And Wen Heng's gaze fell on Wen Ling's palm.

The little girl's hands were small and white.

There are colorful candies in the palm of the hand, and the candy is not good-looking at this time, but it is the little girl's hand that looks good.

The fingertips were pink and tender, and after Wen Heng read it, he even had a few charming thoughts, and then covered it quietly in an instant.

"Okay." Wen Heng only hesitated slightly, then stretched out his hand and took the sugar.

Slender fingers slowly swiped over the little girl's palm.

The hands of the two men touched only slightly, and then they quickly parted.

The slightly cool temperature of the little girl's palm made Wen Heng's eyebrows and eyes move.

At that moment, the touch of electric shock did not make Wen Heng greedy, but it was the little girl's body temperature that made Wen Heng unconsciously feel a little different.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Wen Ling saw that Wen Heng had accepted it, tilted his head, said hello, and entered the dormitory building.

Wen Heng was left standing there and was silent for a long time.

When they came back, it was a little late, and many of their classmates had already returned to their dormitories.

Those who came back at this time also went out on dates, pinched the time before washing, and waited for the lights to go to bed.

There are not many people in the past, so Wen Heng dared to stand here for so long, and he was not afraid of anything.

After a long time, Wen Heng smiled lowly, but he didn't make a sound.

However, his hand was tightly gripped, and the small handful of colorful candy was gently but carefully put into his pocket.

Wen Ling didn't know this, and after returning to the bedroom, he took his things and went over to wash.

The dormitory conditions of Hwaseong No. 1 Middle School are still good.

The six-person room is not particularly crowded, although it is still a bunk bed, but there is a separate cabinet, and there is its own independent washing balcony, which is the best high school in the whole Hwaseong.

When Wen Ling came back, everyone washed up, and then lay on the bed, or read a book, or play with their mobile phones, or were ready to sleep.

When Wen Ling came back, they took a look, some said hello, and some didn't speak.

The original owner has a soft temperament and doesn't like to communicate with people, so he doesn't have many friends.

But the dormitory is full of people who are easy to get along with, so the original owner didn't have a bad relationship with anyone, and the relationship was not bad.

Wen Ling quickly finished washing up, and then crawled back to the bed.

It is impossible to read a book, and what the little ginseng essence needs to think about now is......

How to make money.

I tore Wen Yu up happily today, and I cried Wen Yu angrily.

But what about tomorrow?

That family of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, who knows what excessive things will be done.

The original owner's weekly living expenses will not come out, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come out in the future, and he will be swept out of the house if he can't say it.

So, reading is not the most important thing these days.

Making money is.