The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1315 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (103)

It seems that Nangong Wubing is still too embarrassed to confess his love to Lian Mo.

"Mr. Nangong, put your two hands on the table, under his hands, is there... something?" Jiuye asked a little meanly.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I just want to ask if there are tigers in the mountains.

"Uh...no...no!" Nangong Wubing kept shaking his head, fearing that the paper beneath his hands would be exposed.

The most important thing is that I am afraid that the secrets in my heart will be exposed.

"Why are you putting both hands on the table? Take your hands off and put them on the table instead of lying down. In fact, it's quite tiring." Jiuye said.

Hearing what it said, Nangong Wubing felt a lot more embarrassment. He didn't know what to do for a while. Even Mo and Jiuye were here. If his movements were too large, they would find out ... He wanted to press the paper underneath with both hands and crump it into a ball, but his hands were not easy to rub, and his arms were not easy to rub, besides, the two Arm rubbing, this is really not good-looking.

This feeling is like playing mahjong.

"No disease, even if we see that piece of paper, it doesn't matter." Lian Mo said.

"Yes, Mr. Nangong, please show us the story you wrote last night." Jiuye said.

"Uh...no...don't watch it." Nangong Wubing shook his head.

He thought about it again, and then he gently and slowly grabbed the piece of paper with one hand, and then slowly kneaded the piece of paper into a ball in his hand.

Kneading all the paper into a ball and holding it in his hands, Nangong Wubing let out a long sigh of relief.

"Mr. Nangong, what are you holding in your hand? Is it the piece of paper you wrote last night? The story you wrote?" Jiuye asked him.

Mr. Nangong's hands were on the table, not under the table. Jiuye and Lian Mo could still see and detect his hands and their movements.

Nangong Wubing looked nervous, he didn't know how to answer, and looked embarrassed.

"Young Master Nangong, bring it here and show us." Jiuye said again.

Nangong shook his head without illness, just shook his head.

"Can't you just take a look?" Jiuye smiled lightly.

"I...I'll wash my face first." After he finished speaking, he stood up and left as if fleeing.

Looking at his figure, Jiuye said jokingly, "I don't know what was written on that piece of paper, why he kept it so secretive."

Could it be something that has a color story?Jiuye thought by the way.

"Maybe Wubing wrote something that we don't want us to see." Lian Mo said.

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Today, he planned to go out to play again, but Nangong Wubing said: He didn't want to go out to play and planned to stay in the inn.

In his heart, he hoped that even Mo would stay in the inn.

However, Lian Mo still planned to go out for a walk, so they went out, and Nangong stayed in the inn without illness.

Nangong Wubing's back injury has healed a lot, he has to continue to drink the medicine, the medicine is still very bitter, he is biting the bullet and holding his nose to drink, there is no way.

As for the sudden fainting, the medicine prescribed by the doctor doesn't matter whether you drink it or not.

Nangong Wubing did not throw away the piece of paper in the morning, he still kept it. This piece of paper, the words on the paper, he wrote for so long last night, stroke by stroke, word by word, carefully pondering, and slowly wrote , full of his admiration for Lian Mo, how could he be willing to throw it away?

(End of this chapter)