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

After Wen Momo finished eating the noodles in a bit of depression, she obediently put away the bowls and chopsticks. Zhao Rushuang looked up and saw that she had finished eating, and was about to get up to help her take it out. Just go.

The voice is very low, for fear of disturbing Jingling on the other side.

After Wen Momo took out the bowls and chopsticks, when she came in, she secretly glanced at Jing Ling at the desk, saw that he was writing with a cold face, pursed his lips, and dared not go to look for him. He didn't dare to sit by his side when he spoke, so he still walked over to Zhao Rushuang's side.

But not long after she took her footsteps, she heard his rather cold and stern voice from Jingling, "Come back."

Wen Momo was stunned for a moment, a little unresponsive, and subconsciously glanced at Jingling to make sure that Jingling was talking to her. She murmured and wanted to ask him something, but under the pressure of his indifferent eyes, I dare not ask anything.

She walked over slowly, feeling a little uneasy in her heart, not knowing why she was in the mirror again.

Wen Momo walked to his desk, clenched her cuffs nervously with her small hands, pursed her lips, looked at Jing Ling, and called him hesitantly, with a soft voice: "Brother..."

Jingling gave a "hmm" and motioned her to sit down.

Wen Momo sat down obediently, but still very reserved, straightened her body, and folded her little hands on her lap neatly.

Jing Ling looked at her for a while, then pursed her lips slightly, and pointed to her backpack with the pen in her hand, "Did the Taifu in the academy assign any tasks?"

Wen Momo nodded blankly, "Copy... the text."

Jing Ling: "Then write it."

Wen Momo suspected that she had heard it wrong, so she couldn't help but open her eyes wide, and confirmed with Jingling: "Did you write it here, brother?"

She was still afraid of disturbing her brother.

But Jingling's eyes became a little displeased, and she said with a cold "hmm", "Just write it here."

"oh."

Jingling had already spoken, so Wen Momo naturally didn't dare not listen.

She carefully turned out the pen and ink in her book, opened her book, picked up the pen, lowered her head slightly, and began to write.

It was impossible for Jing Ling to concentrate.

He just wrote casually for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Wen Momo lightly for a while.

The night was getting dark, the lamp on the table glowed with pale yellow light, reflecting on Wen Momo's slightly drooping cheeks, adding a bit of softness, the mist of light seemed to fall on her curly eyelashes hazyly, The small face is reflected in the orange light, with a bit of baby fat, it looks like a soft grandma, and I really want to pinch it.

And Wen Momo didn't know it, she still wrote her handwriting very seriously, she was so obedient and well-behaved, she wrote when he asked her to write, and never missed a job from the beginning to the end.

Jing Ling stared at it for a long time, not knowing that his deep and cold purple eyes were melting a little bit by the orange mist.

He still doesn't know the change in his expression, but Zhao Rushuang, who is sitting on the other side, sees Jing Ling writing something for a while, and then looks up at Wen Momo for a while, his eyes are warm and indifferent, and Jing Ling usually looks at people. The look of indifference is not the same at all.

Zhao Rushuang looked at it, and suddenly realized who Wen Momo was from Jingling.

Zhao Rushuang slowly lowered her head, and suddenly lost her mind to get medicine.

She thought about it, after all, he could be regarded as the person she had kept in her heart for a long time,