The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Wen Ling happened to sit next to Xie Ziqing.

Xie Ziqing looked at her a little helplessly, only to see the little girl raised her head, revealing a tender and fair face.

In the past, Xie Baozhu had the fairest face in the village.

But now in Xie Ziqing's eyes, he felt that Wen Ling's face was the fairest.

A small face, tender and pure, with clear eyes and rippling water.

Xie Ziqing felt a little hot at the tip of his heart, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he always felt a little uncomfortable in his body.

"It hurts..." In the end, the delicate little girl called out another word weakly to him in a crying voice.

That word still has a little ending sound.

The little girl's voice was originally as soft as the cotton grown in the village, and it was soft enough to touch her heart.

Now a single word from the little girl can directly soften his heart.

Xie Ziqing was even more at a loss, but the little girl was still looking at him eagerly.

When others saw it, Wen Ling stared at Xie Ziqing, and it was not easy to reach out.

Besides, there are big men around, women and girls are all around the front line, and men behind are all around.

It's not easy for the old men to do it, and the young people are also in front to watch the excitement.

So, in the end, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to do anything.

Xie Ziqing was also at a loss at first, but he found that the tender little girl stretched out her hand.

That little hand was weak and boneless, tenderer and whiter than a child's hand.

At this moment, it reached out to him brightly.

At this time, the sun has slowly moved to the west, but the light is not obvious.

But Xie Ziqing still felt that the little girl's hands were so white that they glistened.

The light reflected into his eyes like white rice grains.

When thinking of food, Xie Ziqing couldn't sit still.

Wen Ling saw that in this world, the benefactor was a bit naive, so he took the initiative.

The so-called, take the initiative to have a story.

If I don't take the initiative to deliver strawberries to my door, when will my benefactor grow strawberries with me?

Xie Ziqing didn't know how he was bewitched, and finally stretched out his big calloused hand, almost cautiously, pulling Wen Ling up gently.

When I pulled it up, I wanted to let go.

In the end, the little girl who was as soft as cotton said coquettishly, "I sprained my ankle, it hurts..."

Here we go again, here we go again.

Such a voice, such an ending, such a sweet voice, how could Xie Ziqing bear it?

He was older, but he was just a small, naive boy in the village who hadn't seen much of the world.

If it wasn't like this, he wouldn't have been cheated by the original owner, the scheming woman, and then repeatedly used by Xie Yindi, the vicious female supporting role, as in the plot.

"Then..." Xie Ziqing didn't speak often, and everyone didn't like him very much, so he didn't say much to these people.

Usually, everyone avoids him, and he tries not to have positive communication with everyone.

Just like watching the excitement at the moment, he actually kept a safe distance from everyone.

It was also because of this that Wen Ling could sit directly in front of him.

Because the space is big enough.

"Go to the health center and ask for help." Wen Ling said in a soft voice, with her mouth flattened as she spoke, coquettish and aggrieved.

Since childhood, Xie Ziqing has only seen women in the village.

Some grow savagely, wild and fierce.

There are also some, like Xie Baozhu, who are quiet, well-behaved and submissive.

However, he had never seen anything like Wen Ling.

It is delicate and soft, like a piece of fine jade, no one can touch it.