The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1312 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (100)

"Brother Lian Mo!" Nangong Wubing found Lian Mo's direction, and was very happy to see that it was really him.

"Wu Yi, you're awake." Lian Mo said with a smile.

"Brother Lian Mo, I heard your footsteps just now. When I woke up, I saw that it was really you." He said with a smile, with a glistening line of drool dripping from his mouth.

Only at this time did he realize that there was a stream of saliva hanging from his mouth.

"Ah..." He was very ashamed, lowered his head, wiped the drool on his lips with his hands, and blushed unconsciously, "I'm really sorry, Brother Lian Mo, for letting you see me like this... ..." he said apologetically.

"There is no need to blame yourself for being healthy." Lian Mo shook his head, "Have you been sleeping here since last night? Is it cold?" Lian Mo asked him concerned.

really care.

"Thank you Lian Mo for your concern. I don't feel cold. The weather is not cold." Nangong Wubing shook his head.

When he shook his head, he saw that the piece of paper he wrote last night was pressed under his face. Now, the paper was stained with a puddle of saliva, and his pen was also poured on the paper, and the ink from the brush was on the paper. It was heavily stained with ink, and the ink-stained handwriting was no longer recognizable.

I don't know if my face is stained with ink... Nangong Wubing thought so in his heart.

He wanted to look up at Lian Mo, but he didn't dare to look up at him.

In fact, his face was stained with ink, Lian Mo saw it just now, but Lian Mo didn't say anything.

"Brother Lian Mo... I... Is there something strange on my face?" Nangong Wubing lowered his head and asked Lian Mo gently, but it was more like asking himself.

Ask Lian Mo, the voice is too low.

He stretched out his hand to rub his face, and when he rubbed it off, there was a black substance. Looking carefully, it was ink.

The black ink stain on his face was rubbed by him just now, and it expanded a little...

However, now he is more concerned about the ink on his face than the ink on his face. The paper on the table is full of words. He wrote it last night... He fell asleep after writing it. ...

He has probably finished writing what he wants to write, and if he adds a few more words, he can show it to Lian Mo, but now, he doesn't want to let Lian Mo read this paper.

Not only because the paper was stained with saliva and ink, but also because, sorry...

Yes, what are you doing?

His admiration for Lian Mo was written on this piece of paper, and it was written in such detail that it was quite disgusting to look at carefully.

He is a man, and even Mo is a man, how can he be ashamed?

Even though when he wrote it last night, he was all about showing it to Lian Mo, but when it really came to this point, he was coy and secretive, sorry...

He hurriedly covered the paper, Lian Mo saw a piece of paper on his desk, the paper was full of words, before Lian Mo had time to see what the words were, Nangong Wubing covered the paper Woke up.

"No disease, this...you wrote it?" Lian Mo asked him.

"Uh..." Nangong Wubing blushed again for a moment.

"What's written on this piece of paper?" Lian Mo asked him.

"Brother Lian Mo, this piece of paper is stained with the saliva from my sleeping water last night, and there is such a big blob of ink on it, it's really unsightly..." Nangong Wubing shook his head and said.

It means, don't even look at the ink.

(End of this chapter)