The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1089 You Are Really Powerful
Yan Zhixin remembered that she had a back lock.

The outer lock was unlocked, but the inner lock was fine, so she wasn't worried.

Who knows, Xiao Jiujiu didn't know whether it was the courage of Yigao people or the nerves, so he picked up a fruit knife from the table, rushed over and unlocked the inside, and asked, "Who is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person standing in front of the door.

Mo Junting.

Little Jiujiu silently put away the fruit knife: "Is there something wrong?"

Mo Junting didn't talk nonsense with her, he raised his hand, and two bodyguards came up behind him, held her up, and took her outside.

Mo Junting ordered concisely: "Send her to the plane."

Little Jiujiu said angrily, "How could you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his mouth was covered by the bodyguard.

Yan Zhixin sat on the chair without moving.

Apart from Mo Junting, there is no other person who dares to be so arrogant in the Intercontinental Hotel.

She just sat there quietly, watching him coming against the light, his slender and tall figure was outlined by the light like a green pine, making people feel that he was somehow shorter than him.

With his back to the light, she couldn't see the expression on his face, but somehow felt that his aura was colder and tougher than usual.

She suddenly didn't want to read it.

Withdrawing her gaze, she picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and turned her head to look at the sky outside.

It happened to be the last quarter moon, and it was already late at night. The moon was still hanging in the eastern sky. Although it was in the shape of a curved arc, the moonlight poured down like flowing water, confused but soft.

Mo Junting walked to her side, looked at the clear liquid in the goblet, and frowned.

Especially the style of the wine bottle on the table he had never seen before.

Can you drink the wine given by others?

He reached out to pick up the wine bottle and sniffed it—it turned out to be pineapple beer.

Little girls drinking and playing with something.

Mo Junting relaxed his brows, walked to Yan Zhixin's chair and squatted down, looking up at her.

She was sitting cross-legged on a chair, wearing loose casual clothes, her hair was draped casually behind her, and her clean face seemed to be shining like suet white jade under the moonlight.

It's just that she hasn't looked at him.

Mo Junting reached out to hold her hand.

With a little effort, she pulled her hand out.

Mo Junting reluctantly covered her hand again: "Are you angry?"

Yan Zhixin lowered her eyes and glanced at him: "Yes."

Mo Junting was very sincere: "I'm sorry."

Yan Zhixin sneered, "Heh!"

Mo Junting's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

There was an ominous premonition in his heart.

——In the past, even if she was angry, she would not be so cold, so indifferent, like the calm before the storm.

Her eyes were frighteningly cold.

He opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Yan Zhixin put the wine glass back on the table with a "snap" sound: "Do you know why I'm angry with you? Just say I'm sorry?"

Mo Junting: "..."

Yan Zhixin put down her legs crossed on the chair, leaned slightly, and looked down at him: "Mo Junting, you are really amazing."

Mo Junting didn't understand what she meant for a while, and was hesitating in his heart, Yan Zhixin sneered again: "You won't let me play with other men, no problem, I did it. But you even have a female friend like you Don't let me hand it in, right?"

Mo Junting's heart skipped a beat, and he finally understood why she was angry.

But it's too late.

Yan Zhixin hadn't scolded her harshly for a long, long time.

He really pushed her bottom line!

Since reuniting with him, her whole life has been manipulated.

(End of this chapter)