Chapter 1760: Slowly like you 9

Chapter 1760 slowly likes you 9
Wen Momo suddenly felt that the red jujube fruit in his mouth was sweeter than the candy he had eaten every time. I don't know if it is her illusion.
She slowly swallowed the fruit in her mouth, her head was lower, her ears were red, and she was even more blushing than the fruit she had in her mouth.
When she slowly took the fruit for half a pack, Jing Ling finally finished her work, picked up her backpack on the table and told her to leave.
Wen Momo nodded and took the unsalted fruit and followed the Jingling brother.
On the occasion of going out of the medicine court, Jing Ling and Mo Zhifei said that he first sent Wen Momo back and came over.
I don’t know why I nodded at the chest. "You can rest assured."
Luo Xi also nodded. "Be careful on the road."
Zhao Rushuang looked at Jing Ling and looked at Wen Momo. She finally wrote down her report. Although she already saw Jing Ling’s thoughts, her mood was still very complicated.
After all, it was placed on her heart. She couldn’t say that she could put it down and it would be uncomfortable.
But Wen Momo is very embarrassed to say goodbye to them, such an approachable, clever and sensible, it is difficult to make people do not like Wen Momo.
It is naturally impossible for Zhao Rushuang to resent the Wen Momo head unreasonably, but she is alone and depressed.
When Jing Ling and Wen Momo walked away, Luo Xi returned to the medicine rack to sort things out. Yu Guang inadvertently saw Zhao Rushuang quietly bowing his head and writing on the paper, slightly stunned.
At that time, after the palace, on both sides of Changlin Avenue, the sunset was yellow orange and orange covered the whole avenue, the gaps of the trees were shimmering, swaying on the ground, stretching on the avenue Two figures...
Jing Ling took the small hand of Wen Momo, but there is a feeling different from the past. It seems that when I used the hand of Wen Momo, it was taken for granted that she would not let her go, but this time... ...
He took her little hand and felt the softness and smoothness of her little hand, and it was softly ironed at the tip of her palm.
I don't know how long I have gone. In the mirror, I don't know it. His fingertips slightly rubbed her little finger.
However, Jing Ling did not feel that something was wrong, but Wen Momo had a feeling of crispy and numb in a flash...
Originally, Jing Ling brother only held her hand like an ordinary one. Wen Momo was quite happy and shook his hand, but it didn't take long for Wen Momo to feel that his brother's fingertips were gently touching. Lightly pinching her finger, the movement is very gentle.
Wen Momo seems to be uncomfortable to mix, but it is not resisting, but instead... a little shy like to be fingered by his brother.
That is... it’s just shame.
Jing Ling first discovered that Wen Momo's head was getting red and red, and then slowly reacted and pinched her finger and lost her position.
Jingling is also a little reddish in the ear. If it used to be, he would probably let go of Wenmomo and then be far away from her. But at this moment, Jingling knows what he is doing, but instead... The small hand of Wen Momo does not let go.
As he walked, he looked down at the purple and red eyes and looked at the red ears of Wen Momo. He was red and tender like a white rabbit.
Suddenly, the mirror throat twitched, grabbed her little hand and stopped.
When he stopped, Wen Momo was forced to stop, with a small face and a small mouth: "Brother... Why, don't you go?"
Jing Ling is still holding her white hands, pinching the knuckles little by little, seems to be suppressing anything.
But he did not restrain himself in the end.
(End of this chapter)