The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1082

Little Jiujiu chased after him, wanting an affirmative answer.

But she didn't want to, Ling Feng stretched out his hand from the side, and stopped her: "Enough is enough."

Little Jiujiu looked at his bony hands, knowing that he couldn't beat him, sighed sadly, watched Yan Zhixin's back leave, and muttered: "I still have a lot to ask."

After speaking, I feel that the atmosphere is not right.

She looked up, and there was a bloody arc on the corner of Ling Feng's lips, and her whole body was so cold that there was no warmth at all.

As startling as his scalpel.

Little Jiujiu hurriedly said, "I will definitely not disturb her work, don't worry."

Ling Feng gave her a cold look, turned around and left.

Little Jiujiu remembered something and caught up with him: "What time does she get off work?"

Ling Feng said expressionlessly: "Five o'clock. But I suggest you not to look for her at night."

Otherwise, you will not even know how to die.

He didn't say the latter sentence, Xiao Jiujiu didn't understand what was going on, so naturally he didn't take it to heart.

Since then, she really didn't look for Yan Zhixin during working hours - she changed it to the afternoon when she was off work.

Every afternoon at five o'clock sharp, she called Yan Zhixin on time.

And wait in the parking lot of the Diye Building in advance.

As soon as the phone is connected, ask: "Are you free tonight? Shall we go racing?"

Yan Zhixin just walked to the elevator before she was about to answer, when she saw the elevator door opened, Mo Junting was standing inside, looking straight at her, those ice blue eyes were much deeper than usual, filled with dark tides, It's like a whirlpool.

Yan Zhixin's heart skipped a beat, and she resolutely rejected Xiao Jiujiu: "Sorry, I'm a little tired today."

Xiao Jiujiu immediately said: "It's okay, tomorrow night is also possible."

Yan Zhixin: "...Let's talk about it later."

After hanging up the phone, she walked into the elevator.

She was still worried about what Mo Junting would ask, but Mo Junting just raised his slender hands to smooth out the slightly messy strands of hair on her sideburns, and then wrapped her into his arms with a somewhat serious expression on his face. Indescribably gentle: "If you're tired, just lean on me and sleep for a while."

Yan Zhixin blinked.

He didn't ask because he allowed Xiaojiu to consult her about racing?
She has always adhered to the principle that if he doesn't tell, she won't ask, but seeing his expression, she suddenly thought too much——

Was he also so gentle when he asked that Ashley to help answer the phone?

He asked Xiao Jiujiu to ask her about the racing car, did he say these things too?

Yan Zhixin felt her nose sour, and her heart was also sore, so sore that her heart was trembling, as if something in her heart couldn't be suppressed and wanted to come out.

She grabbed the clothes on his chest with all her strength, and said in a low voice, "Mo Junting."

The simple name seems to be full of countless emotions.

Mo Junting seemed to have noticed something, and looked down at her: "Huh?"

She raised her head and looked straight into his eyes: "Did you send little Jiujiu to find me?"

A fragility flashed across her stubborn eyes, and Mo Junting couldn't help frowning: "Is she bothering you?"

Yan Zhixin didn't answer: "You tell me first."

Mo Junting realized something, held her face in his hands, focused and serious: "No."

Yan Zhixin asked again: "Then why did you bring her back?"

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled slightly, and he smiled suddenly, his eyes became more gentle, and his voice became more deep and magnetic in the narrow elevator: "Are you jealous?"

Yan Zhixin opened his hand expressionlessly: "Forget it."

(End of this chapter)