The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1311 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (99)

Every time I want to talk to him, on the one hand, it is blocked by external forces, and on the other hand, I am too embarrassed to say it.

Nangong Wuyi hadn't slept yet. He walked up and down in the room, back and forth, and finally, he walked to the table, sat down, and wrote with a pen.

Brother Lian Mo, write what I want to tell you on paper again, see if this paper can still be passed into your hand, see, can you read the content on this paper, see, Is there any fate between us?

I don't believe that God will stop me again and again!I do not believe!

With this thought in his mind, the pen he held in his hand became more determined, and the words he wrote on the paper became more determined.

Jiuye could see the situation on his side. Jiuye looked at him and shook his head slightly, wondering if he should stop him.

He was really firm and persistent, and Jiuye was a little moved in his heart.

After thinking about it again: blindly preventing him from confessing to his master, and his master has always treated him as a friend, in fact, this is not very good.

Let him confess to his master and see how his master behaves.

Thinking so in his heart, Jiuye didn't intend to stop him again.

Nangong Wubing was still sitting at the table writing. This time, he wrote longer and took longer.

He was afraid that he could not express his meaning clearly, and he was also afraid that after writing this time, he would not have the opportunity to write to him again in the future.

He had to write in more detail, he had to write in detail, he had to write everything he wanted to say, and he had to clearly convey his feelings to Lian Mo.

He sat at the table and wrote under the lamp. He wrote every stroke with his own heart, earnest and sincere.

But time waits for no one, the night outside the window is darker, and the sound of people sleeping soundly is quieter, Nangong Wubing thought to himself: I probably won't be able to show this letter to Brother Lian Mo tonight.

Since this is the case, why not write it well and show it to him tomorrow.

Therefore, Nangong Wubing wrote more slowly, pondering slowly, and finally, he was writing while lying on the table.

The lamp is still burning, shining quietly, and the wind blows gently, shaking the lamp.

……

The next morning, Brother Lian Mo pushed open the door of this guest room. Nangong Wubing was still lying on the table. It was early in the morning and most people hadn't woken up yet. Lian Mo walked to Nangong Wubing's side. Wubing was still lying on the table without any movement, so he should still be in a deep sleep.

He was lying on the table, showing one side of his face, Lian Mo looked at him, his eyes were quietly closed, his breathing was even, and he was sleeping soundly, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Lian Mo couldn't bear to disturb him, and thought of getting something to cover him, but he didn't know what to get to cover him, and it was impossible to go to the bed and hug the quilt to cover him, so it didn't look like it Ya Guan, ready to find some clothes.

Lian Mo walked there. Nangong Wubing was sleeping, and suddenly heard footsteps around him. Moreover, the footsteps sounded like Brother Lian Mo's footsteps, and he suddenly woke up.

The first thing he said when he woke up was: "Brother Lian Mo!"

All the attention was on Lian Mo, or rather, on the footsteps he just heard.

"No, no illness..." Hearing Nangong Wubing's voice, Lian Mo stopped, turned his head to look, and saw the person lying on the table raised his head. Dazed, looking around in a daze.

(End of this chapter)