Wen Ling copied and pasted it for a while, feeling so boring.

The little head moved, then turned its head.

The peach blossom eyes that were as bright as the stars blinked, and the voice that opened his mouth was soft and Su: "Wen Heng, have you written the math paper?" ”

Liu Xinhan, who was still copying homework, was startled, thinking that he should be a scumbag, why did he still find a school god?

And how could it be that the scroll of learning God was not written?

The problem is that it's not easy to borrow it.

Wen Heng had just returned to his position and was about to take the language book to review it, when he heard the little girl's soft voice like cotton.

Qing Leng eyes lifted slightly, and he saw clearly that in the past few days, he was always a little fool who had nothing to do with him, and Wen Heng originally wanted to sneer lightly and politely refused.

But when the little girl blinked non-stop, and there were some pitiful big eyes, the words that had been prepared couldn't be said somehow.

It's like those words prepared by yourself, the temperature is too high, and it has already begun to burn your mouth.

Wen Heng didn't quite understand this complex emotion, and after reacting, he pursed his lips unhappily, and then slowly found his math paper and handed it over.

"Give me back before class for evening self-study." The voice of the mouth seems to be a clear mountain breeze, revealing the natural taste and sweetness.

Wen Ling likes the smell of nature the most, and it is even better if it is the earthy smell.

However, the voice of the benefactor must be the best in the world.

So, this voice, she also likes to listen.

"Hmm." After Wen Ling responded obediently, he turned around.

Leave Wen Heng with a thin back, and a faint, sweet smell, like the smell of shampoo?

The little face with the size of a palm shook in front of his eyes, and Wen Heng didn't feel any impression.

But when he lowered his head to read, his eyes were always shaking unconsciously, and the girl's pink lips gently pursed up and down, and then nodded his little head and responded: "Hmm." ”

Even the voice is soft.

At first, he felt that the sound was soft like cotton, but now Wen Heng felt that it was softer than cotton, like a cloud that was blown away by the wind.

It's soft and you can't help but want to explore more.

The chaotic emotions suddenly broke into his mind that only pretended to be knowledge.

Wen Heng closed his eyes a little irritably, and then opened his eyes, although the bottom of his eyes was a little clearer, but the efficiency of reading books still decreased.

Wen Heng is not stupid, it is impossible not to know the teasing of the little fool sitting in front of him.

It's just that he always likes to watch stupid people who think they are smart jumping around, so he lets her make trouble there.

Don't bother yourself, everything is easy to say, plus, every day to receive love letters are soft, Wen Heng is also annoying.

If you have a girlfriend, whether it's real or fake, it's okay to look real in the eyes of others.

Let her go to block the peach blossoms, and she will be happy to be relaxed.

Therefore, the little trick in the front seat, he saw it in his eyes, but he never picked it out, and even had the meaning of letting it develop.

However, the mood was not right tonight.

No, no, no, it's not that he's not emotionally right.

It's that the front seat isn't quite right.

In the past, the eyes of the people in the front seat were all lightly picky, and the whole person was a in a.

But the glance just now was simple and clean, and it seemed to have a trace of small worship.

What do you say about that look?

It's like looking at my dad......

After reacting, Wen Heng's lips pursed deeper, and his eyebrows and eyes became a little colder.

Fuck daddy, the front seat can't be crazy, right?