Chapter 1730: Remove Wushan is not cloud 280

Chapter 1730 removes Wushan from the cloud 280
After Wen Momo had some depressed eating, she picked up the dishes. Zhao Rushuang looked up and saw that she had finished eating. She was about to get up and help her out. Wen Momo whispered to her, she took it out. Just go.
The sound is very small, for fear of quarreling to the other side of the mirror.
After Wen Momo took the dishes out, when he came in, he sneaked a peek at the mirror on the desk. He saw his cold face writing, licking his lips, slamming the ground, and dare not look for it. He did not dare to sit on his side, but he went to Zhao Rushuang.
But after her footsteps had just passed, I heard that there was some cold and stern voice on the side of Jingling. "Come back."
Wen Momo bowed, a little did not react too much, subconsciously looked at the mirror Ling, determined that Jing Ling was talking to her, she was clamoring to ask him, but under his indifferent eyes, Nothing dare to ask.
She walked slowly, and she was a little uneasy, not knowing how she was mirrored.
Wen Momo walked up to his desk. The little hand rubbed his cuffs nervously. He rubbed his lips and looked at Jing Ling. He hesitated and shouted at him. The voice was soft: "Brother..."
Jing Ling "hmm", her eyes signaled her to sit down.
Wen Momo sat down obediently, but still very cautious, straighten the small body, the two small hands cleverly overlapped on the legs.
Jing Ling looked at her for a while, and the corner of her mouth slammed down. She pointed her backpack with her pen. "What task does Tai Fu have in the college?"
Wen Momo nodded, "copying... the text."
Jing Ling: "Then you write."
Wen Momo was a bit skeptical that he had misunderstood and couldn't help but squint his eyes. He confirmed with Jing Ling: "Is it written here by my brother?"
She is still afraid of disturbing her brother.
However, Jing Ling’s eyes have become somewhat unpleasant, and he said very coldly,
Here,
he wrote here.
"Oh."
Jing Ling has made a speech, and Wen Momo naturally does not dare not listen.
She carefully turned her book out of ink, opened her book, picked up the pen, bowed her head and began to write.
Jing Ling is impossible to concentrate on.
He just wrote carelessly for a while, and looked up and faintly looked at Wen Momo.
The night was dark, and the lamp on the table was covered with light yellow light, which was reflected on the slightly drooping cheeks of Wen Momo, adding a bit of softness, and the mist was like falling on her curled eyelashes. The little face is reflected in the orange light, with a little baby fat, looks soft and soft, and wants to pinch.
And Wen Momo did not know what she was, she still wrote her words very seriously. She was so obedient. He told her to write and she wrote, and she didn’t make a small difference from beginning to end.
Jing Ling looked at it for a while, but I don’t know that my deep purple scorpion was melted a little by the orange mist.
He still doesn't know his own change of character, but Zhao Rushuang, who is sitting on the other side, sees Jing Ling from time to time, and then looks up and looks at Wen Momo for a while. The eyes are warm and faint. The look of indifference is not the same.
Zhao Rushuang looked at it and suddenly realized that Wen Momo was the person of Jing Ling.
Zhao Rushuang slowly lowered his head, and suddenly he did not think about taking medicine.
She thought about it, after all, it can be regarded as the person she has been in for a long time,
(End of this chapter)