Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

Seeing this, Jing Ling frowned slightly and led her in.

Zhao Rushuang watched them walk past, finally realized something, brought a bamboo stool to Wen Momo, and said friendlyly, "Sit down."

Wen Momo was also good, she nodded and said thank you.

Then she sat down on the round stool, took off her backpack and put it on her lap, not daring to occupy the place on Jingling's table, and rubbed her backpack nervously with her little hands, but the next moment, Jingling put her backpack on the table Let go and ask her what she would like to eat.

Wen Momo looked up at him, swallowed and said, "Anything is fine."

Zhao Rushuang thoughtfully echoed and asked, "Do you want to eat Yangchun noodles?"

Wen Momo froze for a moment, nodded and said eat.

Zhao Rushuang looked at Jingling and said, "May I ask the chef from Tai Hospital to cook a bowl of Yangchun noodles for her?"

Jing Ling looked at Wen Momo, said "Yes" and said, "Let the cook add more vegetarian dishes to her."

Zhao Rushuang blinked, nodded without saying anything, put down the pack of herbs in her hand, and went out from the medicine cabinet.

There was a moment of silence in the Medicine Pavilion.

Wen Momo sat across the table from him, clenching her fingers a little at a loss, carefully raised her eyes to look at Jing Ling who had already sat down and started writing on the other side of the table, then lowered her head again, tangling her fingers , hesitated for a long time and finally couldn't help asking: "Brother, am I bothering you by coming here?"

Jing Ling wrote the pathology seriously and calmly, and didn't look up when she heard Wen Momo's words, but said lightly: "It's okay."

Wen Momo felt even more ashamed, "How about...I'd better go back."

If she stayed here, she would only interfere with her brother's work.

When Jing Ling heard this sentence, her fingers clinging to the pen tightened slightly, her movements also paused, and she raised her eyes to look at her: "I have already asked someone to cook for you."

Wen Momo muttered: "After eating..."

"I'll take you back later." Jing Ling calmly interrupted what she hadn't finished speaking, then paused for a moment, looked at her and asked, "Would you like to stay with me?"

Wen Momo seemed to have heard the big misunderstanding, and clarified by shaking her head vigorously like a rattle: "No! Momo likes to stay with brother!"

Jing Ling looked at her nervously anxious to explain without moving. For a moment, his lips hooked slightly, and a seemingly invisible arc crossed the corner of his mouth. He lowered his eyes lightly, and opened his lips loosely while writing. Said: "Then you stay here obediently."

Even though Jingling's tone could not be heard with any tenderness, it was still indifferent as always, but for some reason, Wen Momo felt a little bit sweet in her heart when she heard this sentence.

She obediently sat across his table in front of him, without making any noise, just watching him write quietly like this seemed to be a kind of enjoyment to her.

Not long after, Zhao Rushuang came over with noodles, Wen Momo hurriedly stood up to help, but Zhao Rushuang didn't let her touch it, "Hot girl, don't touch it first."

Zhao Rushuang looked at Glasses Ling again as she spoke, and asked what he meant, "Would you like to let Miss Momo eat at my table?"

She was afraid that Wen Momo would disturb Jingling's work.

But Jingling just said calmly: "It's okay, just let her eat at my place."

When Zhao Rushuang heard this sentence, she blinked her eyes lightly, but she was only stunned for a moment, then nodded with an "um", brought the meal and put it on the table, and did not forget to remind Wen Momo : "Be careful it's hot."