The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Compared to before, it was just an undisguised gesture, but now Wen Ling's words directly tell everyone that she has a master, and there is no need to worry about it in the future.

This kind of outspokenness is not Wen Ling's usual style.

Could it be, what is so special about this little spicy chicken Rong Xian?

Song Fenglin's eyes were on Rong Zixian's body, looking back and forth three ways.

If it wasn't for Wen Ling's generous confession, active approach, and even gentle holding of his hand, Rong Zixian felt that he could slap Song Fenglin's ten small brains to pieces.

However, what he cherishes more now is...

Gently lowering her eyes, she watched Wen Ling holding his hand.

Both of them have extraordinarily fair skin, and Rong Zixian's whiteness has a sickly, abnormal whiteness, and it's too white.

And Wen Ling's whiteness is the delicate whiteness of the little girl, just looking at it is pleasing to the eye.

Of course, what made Rong Zixian happy was that the two of them were holding hands and interlocking their fingers.

One is warm and the other is cold, but the little girl doesn't dislike it at all, she even holds her tightly, occasionally she will touch her palm with her fingertips, the teasing meaning is not too obvious.

If it wasn't for the wrong time and occasion, Rong Zixian would let Wen Ling know what the consequences of a few random teasing at any time would be.

Unfortunately, not yet.

Last night, he had exhausted the little girl, and if he continued to torment, he would feel distressed.

So, you have to be patient.

Rong Zixian would present himself as weak, pitiful and helpless, even standing beside Wen Ling without daring to speak.

Seeing Rong Zixian like this made Song Fenglin even angrier.

What's the difference between this and raising a little boy?

Although he didn't think that Wen Ling was a smart person, compared to other female cultivators in the sect, Wen Ling had at least some brains, but looking at it now.

She has a little brain, but when she meets a man, her brain becomes a love brain.

In Song Fenglin's eyes, Rong Zixian didn't want to be capable, didn't want money, didn't want anything, what about Wen Lingtu?

She is a female cultivator who has no benefits and can't get up early. No one outside the disciples knows her.

Now this is...

Could it be that Rong Zixian still has trouble hiding his identity?

Considering this, Song Fenglin didn't want to make a fuss too much.

So, nodding slightly, it was regarded as a greeting, but he just looked at Rong Zixian, very unfriendly.

Unfortunately, Wen Ling didn't want to pay attention to him, and even wanted to give him a blank stare.

But thinking about it, we are still from the same school, so save some face and don't make too much noise.

In addition, I really gave him a supercilious look, what if he angered Rong Zixian again.

It's really hard for a creature like Biaojiao to guess his mind.

Therefore, Wen Ling decided to ignore it directly, which is the safest way and the most reassuring for Rong Zixian.

Facts have proved that Wen Ling's approach is correct.

Seeing that Wen Ling didn't look much, didn't ask much, and just passed by indifferently, the darkness that had surged up in Rong Zixian's heart slowly returned to calm.

Although he is still in the dark and ready to get restless at any time, at least he won't just run out right now and become abnormal.

"From now on, when there is no one, call me Zixian." Rong Zixian felt that hearing the name Rongxian from Wen Ling's mouth was really not very pleasant.

Although that was also his name, it was still a simplified name after all.

Rong Zixian didn't care what other people called him.

But the beloved little girl, he hoped that the other party could call him by her real name.

The very intimate kind.