The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

"You, you...don't your ginseng move with the wind and reproduce asexually?" 233 was stunned, saying that a good ginseng essence, how can it be said that it is yellow?

But again, it's not right.

Ginseng is originally yellow.

Hey……

I dare not think about it.

"Then who doesn't have two or three good friends? The Rabbit Spirit I knew told me that they belong to the Rabbit family..." Wen Ling began to set up a yellow dyeing workshop with a soft, agile and somewhat childish voice.

And after hearing 233, it was almost impossible to listen.

What kind of rabbit is very fast. Hundreds of times a night, but the single time is a little too short.

What kind of tortoise has the biggest tool for committing crimes, the kind that kills people at once.

...

Speaking of which, 233 was already facing his own messy data and wanted to cry without tears.

Okay, what about the simple-minded little ginseng essence?

Lord God, this is deceiving people!

And Wen Ling finally finished the math class after a morning dyeing workshop.

Wen Ling listened to the question marks on the forehead, sorry, but I didn't understand a single one.

Looking at the math, it's kind of awkward to draw, but let yourself be...

Forget it, let's do the dyeing workshop.

One class, one paper can't be finished, but it doesn't matter, take your time, the next class is still a math class.

After entering the third year of high school, the students realized how compact and abnormal the school's curriculum arrangement is.

This is the kind of two big classes that are taught together. The end of this session is not liberation, but another beginning.

Seeing that the next lesson was still math class, Wen Ling's eyes started to darken.

"233, I've been poisoned by mathematics, and I need the math teacher to disappear to get better." Wen Ling sighed at his own paper, and couldn't understand a single one. What should I do?

I haven't eaten breakfast, and I'm still hungry, so I don't have the energy to watch anything at the moment.

He took out a piece of candy from his small bag for a long time.

Peel it off and put it in your mouth.

"Well, this toffee tastes good. It tastes much better than the one made by the cow essence. The toffee it makes has a smell of mutton." Wen Ling commented while eating.

233: ? ? ?

Did I bring you candy?

I asked you to deliver candy to the villain, but you actually eat it yourself?

233 was almost out of anger.

The culprit didn't know it yet, and his voice was still soft, like a cloud floating in a person's ear: "Hey, did this teacher say something just now, but I didn't understand..."

After one sentence fell, 233 was already bald.

As a result, Wen Ling had turned her head, her chin rested on the edge of the table, and looked at Wen Heng eagerly.

Wen Heng was already reading other books.

These papers are in his plenary meeting. When the teacher is teaching, he is already brushing other papers, occasionally looking up.

The distance between learning gods and learning scum is probably like this.

The little girl turned around quite a bit, and Wen Heng had already noticed it.

Moreover, before the person arrives, the milk taste comes first.

The little girl had candy in her mouth, and Wen Heng smelled Zijian immediately.

"Wen Heng, I don't know this question." The soft and waxy voice sounded like cotton candy.

It was obvious that she was eating toffee, but Wen Heng felt that it was a soft, marshmallow that went down when she pinched it.

The tip of his heart seemed to be swept by a marshmallow, moving and moving, Wen Heng's hand turning the book, and even following him.

Lifting his eyelids a little, he saw the little girl, blinking her big smart eyes, looking at him eagerly.