The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1039 I Only Have You, Don't Go

Ning Xianya has been Mo Junting's heart disease for more than 20 years.

As a psychiatrist, he said everything he could say and did everything he could do.

He has to wait for him to figure it out.

Afraid of hurting the wound, Yan Zhixin walked very slowly.

Suddenly, her whole body soared into the air uncontrollably, and was hugged by Mo Junting.

She exclaimed and hugged his neck.

Pressing against his icy body, half of the temperature was sucked away in an instant, and the moisture from his body came over and wet her hospital gown.

Yan Zhixin moved her body carefully, not letting the water get on the gauze of the wound: "Put me down, I can walk by myself."

Mo Junting said in a low voice, "Good boy."

It must have been a long time since he spoke, his voice was very hoarse.

Seeing him walking in the direction of the ward, Yan Zhixin hurriedly said, "Don't go to the ward, go back to your room."

Mo Junting paused slightly, and walked towards his room with her in his arms.

He opened the door, walked through the living room, walked into the bedroom, put her on the bed, and pulled up the quilt to cover her.

Yan Zhixin lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, Mo Junting brought her a nightgown: "Change."

Yan Zhixin said helplessly: "You change first, no, you go take a hot bath first."

Mo Junting went into the bathroom as he said.

Yan Zhixin watched him close the door before picking up her nightgown and changing.

When she was in good health, not to mention changing clothes, it was a piece of cake for her to climb mountains, climb trees and go into the water to catch fish, but now, it took her a long time to change clothes on her own, and she was sweating all over herself.

Yan Zhixin took a look at the wound, sighed deeply, and crawled into the bed to wait for him.

Waited and waited and fell asleep.

When Mo Junting came out, seeing her sleeping soundly on the bed, he felt a warm feeling in his heart, he lay down beside her, and hugged her tightly into his arms.

Nothing has ever hit him harder than Mo Mingcheng and Ning Xianya's quarrel.

Ning Xianya gave birth to him as if it was a superfluous one.

She has money, power and Mo Mingcheng in her eyes, but he has never been there.

For so many years, he has tried his best to prove that he can give her anything she wants.

But the reality is always so cruel.

No matter what he did or how much he did, she seemed to be unable to see it.

She never thought about him for a minute, and when she divorced, she just thought about getting a little more money.

During the countless dark nights of his childhood, when he woke up from nightmares, he always had to tell himself that he was not a person without a mother, and only his young heart could get a little comfort.

As he grew older, Ning Xianya completely became a shackle that bound his heart.

Now the cage is finally broken.

Ning Xianya finally faced up to his son and apologized to him, but he was not as happy as he imagined...

Because, he lost more.

……

Being held in Mo Junting's arms, Yan Zhixin felt as if she was in a stove in her sleep, waking up alive.

Pulling back the quilt, she touched the person around her, and found that his body temperature was abnormally high.

She got up and wanted to get the thermometer, but her hand was grabbed.

Mo Junting was so sick that he felt that the people around him were about to leave, so he grabbed them instinctively, then turned over and pressed them back into his arms, and shouted hoarsely: "Inkstone... ..."

Yan Zhixin leaned forward and coaxed: "You are sick, I will go find Ling Feng."

Mo Junting clung to her tightly, like a drowning man grasping the only piece of driftwood. His face was pressed against her tightly, and he murmured with heat while he was half asleep and half awake: "I only have you, don't go..."

(End of this chapter)