Chapter 111 Saving the Paranoid 3
"and many more."
Murong Jing behind her suddenly stood up and called her.
Lingyao thought about her empty pockets, turned around and put the food box on the table.
Lingyao did not salute Murong Jing, but Murong Jing did not seem to think there was anything wrong.
Perhaps he had long been accustomed to the servants' opportunism and insolence.
There were two meat dishes and one vegetable dish in the lunch box, and the aroma of the food drifted into the air with the hot steam.
Murong Jing glanced over but did not move.
He simply took the silk handkerchief beside him and slowly wiped the cup in his hand.
The voice was low and cold: "New here?"
Only a new palace maid would be so foolish as to bring him such hot dishes.
But she couldn't send him that gift for long. Once she found out what an unpopular prince he was, she would naturally stop sending him that gift.
Lingyao hummed coldly with a serious expression.
In fact, I was thinking about how to make money from the God of Wealth.
It seems a bit abrupt to just touch someone.
Lingyao thought about it, walked to the side and brought the dishes to the table, then quickly stuffed the chopsticks into the hands of the God of Wealth.
But someone grabbed my wrist.
Murong Jing still had that lazy and leisurely attitude.
Her face was calm and her long eyelashes covered the darkness in the room.
If someone else saw them, they might think that the distance between the two was too intimate.
However, Lingyao cursed in her heart again.
There was a chill where my wrist was being held.
A thin needle was pressed against the inside of the arm. If it moved slightly, it would penetrate into the most vulnerable artery, causing blood to splatter.
Lingyao was about to take action, but he took his hand back.
His eyelids were half raised, and his cold eyes made people's hair stand on end.
“Don’t go up on the roof in the middle of the night anymore.”
This is recognition of her.
Lingyao was not panicked...
Don't panic!
She was panicking!
How did the God of Wealth recognize him? It was just a shot in the arm.
At worst, let her cum back.
Why are you still so squeamish!
Lingyao walked back to the room and complained.
Before he could finish complaining, Bao Fu took action.
[Ding——The time and space seal props are about to be opened, countdown 3, 2...]
The winter is long and cold, and snowflakes float in the air like feathers.
The ground was covered with white snow, mixed with lonely dead leaves.
Lingyao was still wearing a summer skirt.
Although she didn't move or shiver, her face was obviously pale.
However, when she glanced around, she found that there was someone dressed almost the same as her.
He was a very handsome little boy with a picturesque face.
His eyebrows and eyes were dark and sharp, but his lips were too white, making him look lifeless.
The boy was wearing a single black shirt and squatting in the snow.
Become a touch of ink in the snow.
There was a snowman built in front of him, and it looked like he was playing with the snow.
But not.
He reached out and pulled the carrot out of the snowman's nose. The carrot was stuck quite deep, and he had to use his whole body to exert force.
This also stained his little face with a hint of red, which finally made him look a little angry.
Lingyao looked at him, suddenly stood up, pulled up a handful of radishes and handed them to him.
The little boy took a step back. There was no surprise at being helped on his face, only fear and resistance.
His head was hung low.
Lingyao glanced at him, put the radish on the ground and walked away.
After a while, the little boy raised his head tentatively and looked at the radish again and again.
Finally, he couldn't bear the pain in his stomach anymore and picked up the radish.
Then he walked to a bare tree not far away and sat down, holding the radish and chewing it carefully.
However, soon, a shadow was cast before his eyes.
It’s the same person just now.
Murong Jing had never seen this person before, but he could not see any gentle kindness in her.