The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1314 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (102)

"Is Miss Li an old woman?" Lian Mo frowned.

Could it be that she is not a girl, but an old woman, and then she made up to look like a young girl to deceive the feelings of a young pure scholar?
"Uh..." Nangong Wubing looked at Lian Mo, but couldn't say a word. He couldn't help but admire Lian Mo's brain.

At this time, Jiuye came to the door of this guest room, which was ajar.

Jiuye knocked lightly on the door.

"Young Master Nangong." It called out, then gently opened the door and walked in.

"Young Master Nangong, Lian Daxia." It shouted, smiling at the two of them.

"Young Master Ye." Lian Mo called him, and smiled at him.

Jiuye nodded to him, and in her heart, Jiuye hoped that her master would call herself Ye Liu. At that time, Jiuye told him that she was called Ye Liu.

I always call Mr. Ye really out of touch, no matter how I think about it, I call him Lian Daxia, Nangong Wubing is Mr. Nangong, and I don’t think it’s appropriate to call him Ye Liu.

After thinking about it, I still think we should wait until later.

Why are you here again?Nangong Wubing thought so in his heart.

"Good morning, Mr. Nangong." Jiuye greeted Nangong Wubing again. Naturally, Jiuye also saw the ink stain on Nangong Wubing's face, which he hadn't washed yet.

Nangong Wubing was suddenly a little embarrassed, but he had no choice but to say hello to him: "Good morning, Mr. Ye."

"Master Ye, sit down." Lian Mo said.

Nangong Wubing also nodded, agreeing.

"Mr. Nangong, why is there a... black thing on your face? It looks like ink." Jiuye said, walked to the table and sat down, still looking at his face.

"I... I was sitting here writing last night. At the end of the writing, sleepiness hit me. I couldn't hold on anymore. I collapsed on the table and fell asleep..." Nangong Wubing said.

"That is to say, when Mr. Nangong was sleeping, he accidentally pressed the brush, so the ink on the brush got on his face." Jiuye said.

"It should be like this." Nangong Wubing nodded lightly without refuting.

Jiuye smiled and asked, "Young Master Nangong, what were you writing last night? After writing so late, you were so tired that you fell down on the table instead of going to bed?"

"Uh...I, I'm...writing...writing a story." He lied.

"Oh, what's the story?" Jiuye looked at him curiously.

"No illness, were you writing a story last night?" Lian Mo looked at him.

"Uh... yes." I had no choice but to bite the bullet and nod.

"Young Master Nangong, what is the story?" Jiuye asked him.

Is it the story of your confession to my master?I joked in my heart.

"I just made it up... I don't care if I don't say it, or I don't say it." Nangong Wubing shook his head and waved his hands.

"Hey!" Jiuye shook his head, "Say it and listen to it! I'm curious what story Mr. Nangong wrote."

"Presumably, this story must be very exciting, it really makes people want to see it!" Jiuye said again.

The more Jiuye said that, the more embarrassing Nangong Wubing became. He covered up the piece of paper he wrote last night deeper, fearing that it would show a little bit.

Not at all.

Jiuye thought in his heart: Even if he didn't stop it, Nangong Wubing would still be...covering it up...

(End of this chapter)