The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1102 Can't Take It, Can't Take It
It is true that Yan Zhixin is his daughter, but in the past 20 years or so, he has not fulfilled his duty of raising her.

Now she put down her work and ran from Haishi to the imperial capital to take care of him, delivering him three meals a day.

He was a little guilty.

Now there is another Mo Junting.

Mo Junting personally delivered him three meals a day, he couldn't stand it!
In the whole of China, apart from Mr. Xie, Mo Changyun is probably the only one who can afford Mo Junting to personally deliver food.

Xiaozheng wanted to sit up from the bed several times, but was held down by Mo Junting: "Recover well."

Yan Zhixin nodded beside her: "Eat it while it's hot."

Xiao Zhenggang: "..."

The breakfast in my hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

He let out a long sigh: "I can eat at the dining hall, there is really no need to send it to me. If you send it every day, my life secretary will lose her job."

Yan Zhixin smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with me, it's grandma who wants to give it to me."

Xiao Zhenggang said: "Then let the driver at home deliver it. You are too tired to run around on this road every day. It is rare to go home, so you can take a good rest or play around. You Say yes?"

Yan Zhixin didn't care: "I'm coming back this time, I plan to stay a little longer, delivery of food is just a trivial matter, it's okay."

Xiao Zheng just smiled and shook his head: "But Jun Ting is rarely there, you can't just be with Dad, you have to be with him too."

Yan Zhixin flattened her lips: "Oh."

Seeing her unhappy expression just now, Xiao Zheng couldn't help being a little surprised. Did she have a conflict with Mo Junting again?
Thinking of the last time she went to the imperial capital, Mo Junting immediately followed her - because they had a conflict.

Could it be again this time...

Xiao Zheng just stopped talking and ate breakfast while it was hot.

After all, he was a soldier, so he ate fast, and finished his breakfast very quickly.

Yan Zhixin put away the lunch box and took it to the bathroom to wash it, so as not to bring the smell home with her.

Mo Junting wanted to follow, but Xiao Zheng just stopped him: "Wait."

Mo Junting sat down again.

Xiao Zheng just asked, "Are you busy with work recently?"

Mo Junting responded, "Not particularly busy."

Xiao Zheng just looked at him, and pointedly said: "I am busy with work, but I came here to see me in the imperial capital, so I have a heart."

Mo Junting was immovable: "It should."

Xiao Zhenggang decided to make it clear: "Did Zhixin cause you trouble?"

Mo Junting smiled faintly: "She is never a trouble."

Xiao Zheng just couldn't ask, so he simply went straight to the point: "Are you two having a conflict?"

Mo Junting didn't change his expression: "No."

Xiao Zheng just didn't believe it.

But Mo Junting didn't admit it, and there was nothing he could do. He shook his head: "Zhixin is capricious occasionally, but she is not a vexatious person, and she gets along with her everyday, so please be more tolerant."

He just missed pointing at Mo Junting's nose and saying, it's all your fault.

Mo Junting smiled wryly: "Don't worry, I will."

Xiao Zheng just carefully recalled the details of the relationship between Yan Zhixin and Mo Junting in the past two days, and felt that even if they had a conflict, it shouldn't be serious, so he asked, "Do you need help?"

The prospective father-in-law wanted to assist, but Mo Junting readily agreed, "Let me deliver meals for two more days?"

Xiao Zhenggang was a little surprised: "The reason."

Mo Junting said helplessly: "If she doesn't deliver food, she will definitely not come out at home. Then I will not have to face you, but the elderly."

Xiao Zheng just remembered how when he was young, he always tried every means to avoid the parents of both parties when he was young, and it was rare to resonate with him, so he couldn't help laughing.

(End of this chapter)