The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1058 The Woman That Night

Mo Junting was a little disappointed.

He wants her to go to Nandu with him, both emotionally and intellectually.

With her by his side, his heart will be much more stable. He doesn't have to worry about whether she will be watched or whether she is doing well alone. He can sleep peacefully by himself.

Mo Junting pinched her collar and helped her straighten it. He didn't give up, and asked again: "Do you really want to visit the Southern Capital? The scenery in the Southern Capital is completely different from that in the Northern Capital. We can go on a trip after we're done."

Yan Zhixin still did not agree, but said: "Let's talk about it."

Mo Junting heard that she was not in high spirits, he thought it was because of Zhao Rishang's death, and he wanted her to accompany him to Nandu - there will always be birth, old age, sickness and death in life, there is no way to avoid it.

If she had left Beidu and diverted her attention, perhaps her mood would not have been so depressed.

But she just doesn't want to.

Thinking about it again, going to Nandu to take over the territory will not be smooth sailing.

Li Shinuo has already passed ahead of time, and will definitely dig a hole to wait for him.

It is indeed not safe for Yan Zhixin to go there now.

He didn't force it, nodded and said, "I'll send someone to pick you up later."

Yan Zhixin let out a "hmm".

Mo Junting said, "I'm leaving."

Yan Zhixin waved: "Bye bye~"

Mo Junting was dissatisfied with her indifference, his eyes rolled darkly, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, bent down, squeezed her lips tightly, forcefully pried open her lips and teeth, and kissed her deeply.

His lips were like a burning flame.

Hers was slightly cold.

Mo Junting kissed her fiercely, until her lips felt his heat and breath, and then let go, leaving two words "wait for me", and strode away with him.

Yan Zhixin watched his back go away, feeling a little sad.

She always wanted to ask him, who was the woman who answered the phone that night, and why his mobile phone was in the hands of another woman.

In the end, she didn't ask.

But she always cared about it in her heart.

And he didn't take the initiative to explain a word from the beginning to the end.

She didn't ask, he didn't talk, and there was a distance inexplicably.

Separate for a period of time and let her think about what to do in the future.

Watching Mo Junting's motorcade leave, Yan Zhixin turned around and continued to sort out Zhao Rishang's belongings.

There are not many relics left by Zhao Rishang.

He is a person who has money today, spends it today, and finds a way when he has no money tomorrow.

There are only two cars.

One was the racing car he drove when he became famous in World War I, which was too dilapidated to see its original appearance, and the other was a Pagani used for her teaching.

Now the Emperor Wei who was driving before his death was added.

Other than that, all he had left was a pile of medals, trophies and a small notebook.

All flown in from nursing homes.

He used to live a very extravagant life. He had a very large and luxuriously decorated villa in the north. Later, he was injured and amputated in a competition, and he sold it when he ran out of money.

Yan Zhixin bought that villa back and made it his memorial hall.

Now, the interior decoration is basically finished.

When she went to the memorial hall, in addition to the staff, there were also several racing enthusiasts helping.

They all came up to Zhao Ri.

Yan Zhixin did not stop her.

When she arrived at the memorial hall, she unexpectedly saw a familiar face - the woman who sat next to Mo Junting on the racing day!
The woman saw her getting out of the car, and walked over with a smile: "Hello, I'm Aisha Li, are you the person in charge here?"

This voice—

Before the voice recognition ability learned in the police academy was returned to the teacher, she immediately recognized the voice that answered Mo Junting's phone that night!
(End of this chapter)