The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

When Wen Ling visited the medicine field recently, he was always on duty at night.

It was too rough last night, so 233 watched it remotely.

Otherwise, Wen Ling, a little love brain, would not think about anything when talking about business, so how could he care about the medicine field?

As for Rong Zixian?

It is even more impossible for him to care, and at that time, how could he have thought about other things?

Because they are all on night shift, there is nothing to do during the day.

People like them who practice qi still need to sleep to replenish their physical strength and energy.

Of course, Rong Zixian didn't need it.

But Wen Ling needs it, at least on the surface.

In addition, talking about business is too exhausting, so now Wen Ling urgently needs to rest.

"Zixian, do you want to come with me?" Wen Ling saw that Rong Zixian followed him all the way into the room, turned his head, and asked in a low voice.

Qing Lingling's voice made Rong Zixian's eyes, which had gradually darkened along the way, gradually spread out a lot, gradually being replaced by Qingming.

However, after entering the room, looking at Wen Ling's small bed, Rong Zixian's originally clear eyebrows and eyes slowly gathered a thick dark color at this moment.

Wen Ling knew at a glance that this was the small look in his eyes before discussing business.

"Yeah." Rong Zixian really had a lot of thoughts at this moment.

As for what happened in broad daylight, what should I do if I was heard by other people or something happened?

Rong Zixian didn't think about these things at all.

And he is not a person who wants or needs to think for others.

To put it bluntly, he even loathes himself, so is it possible that he still expects him to be good to others?

It can't be said that he is selfish, he is too world-weary in his bones, and everyone looks like "you don't seem to want to live".

This "you" also includes Rong Zixian himself.

Therefore, he didn't even think about whether he would ruin the little girl's reputation if he entered Wen Ling's room in broad daylight, and whether Wen Ling would be gossiped about.

Wen Ling didn't care even more, the little spirit never thought about it.

Have fun in time, because you never know, which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

Back then, if it wasn't for her benefactor, she would have been poached to drink soup.

Therefore, cherish the happiness you can have now.

But before that, Wen Ling needs to do one thing first.

From his arms, he took out the paper crane that Senior Brother Jin Cheng had given to him before. The registration matter needs to be submitted to him. He counts the list, which is also convenient for the management of this trip.

Although he is not the big brother who leads the team, at least he needs to lead these little rookies from Danfeng.

As soon as the paper crane was taken out, Rong Zixian's face turned black.

"Other people's breath." Rong Zixian stared at the paper crane with deep eyes, always feeling that the paper crane would turn into a mass of ashes in the next second.

Wen Ling was taken aback by Rong Zixian's sudden sound and breathing.

Realizing that this was indirect jealousy, Wen Ling had no choice but to explain softly: "This is a messenger tool given by Senior Brother Jin Cheng. I don't know how to transmit voices for thousands of miles, and I can't just enter the inner door, so he asked me to use it. This message to him is about the list of people who will go out to practice tomorrow."

The little girl's voice seemed to be a cloud floating in the sky, soft and comfortable, and it was also like a warm wind blowing on the face, warm and gentle.

Rong Zi admired the darkened eyes and heart, because of Wen Ling's explanation, he recovered bit by bit.

It's just that his complexion is still a little dark, not very good-looking.