The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1103 The taste of clear mouth

Yan Zhixin heard laughter in the bathroom, poked her head out, saw that Xiao Zheng was smiling so boldly, and reminded: "Dad, be careful not to hurt the wound."

Xiao Zheng just waved his hand to show that he was fine.

Yan Zhixin was a little curious, what exactly did they say that made the serious Si Zhenggang laugh like this.

Putting the cleaned dinner plates into a bag, she walked out of the bathroom, wanting to hear what they were talking about, only to hear the two talking seriously about military equipment.

She didn't understand this aspect, so she sat quietly and listened.

After a while, the doctor came to examine Xiao Zhenggang, and Yan Zhixin and Mo Junting went outside to avoid it temporarily.

Yan Zhixin sat on the bench, staring fixedly at the door of the ward.

Mo Junting deliberately teased her, leaned into her ear, and asked in a low voice, "Yanzhi, do you want to kiss?"

Yan Zhixin was thinking about Xiao Zhenggang's injury, and when she heard his words, she was stunned for a while, but after realizing what he said, her face turned red: "This is the corridor, you are shameless."

Mo Junting silently took out a box of mouth-clearing mints from his pocket, and looked at her suspiciously: "What are you thinking? I just want to ask you if you want to eat this."

Yan Zhixin only felt a burst of thunder, and then her face turned even redder.

Mo Junting casually poured out a mint candy and threw it into his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his lips: "What ulterior things are you thinking about?"

As if thinking of something, he leaned closer, and lifted the hair on her sideburns with his slender fingers, "Did I spend less time with you recently? That's why you always want to kiss me."

Yan Zhixin had 1 MMPs in her heart.

Why is this guy so narcissistic?

She became angry from embarrassment: "It is obvious that your words are ambiguous and deliberately misunderstood."

Mo Junting didn't try to quibble, he just had a half-smile: "Really?"

Yan Zhixin wanted to vomit blood even more: "Who would have thought that you would have ten yuan a box of mints in your pocket?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mint was stuffed in his mouth.

Mo Junting asked with a smile, "How does clearing your mouth taste?"

Yan Zhixin glared at him bitterly: "It's not good."

Mo Junting leaned over suddenly, and his thin, mint-flavored lips brushed hers lightly like the touch of a dragonfly: "Then what about the taste of kissing?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

In public, he was so blatant.

She looked left and right nervously—fortunately, this is the ward for cadres above the division level, unlike other places where people come and go.

Otherwise, her face will be lost.

To be exact, all of Xiao Zhenggang's face was lost.

Soon, Xiao Zheng just finished his routine inspection, and the wound recovered well.

Yan Zhixin walked into the ward, and Xiao Zhenggang acted decisively as an assist, and said to her: "Jun Ting hasn't had breakfast yet, you can take him to have some, lest he starve to death."

Yan Zhixin let out an "oh", and said angrily, "Let's go."

When she walked out the door, she looked sideways at him: "Did you really not have breakfast?"

Mo Junting pretended to be pitiful: "I really didn't eat."

"Heh!" Yan Zhixin sneered, "So you have time to buy mints, but you don't have time to eat breakfast, right? Then be hungry."

Mo Junting: "..."

After walking a few steps, Mo Junting suddenly groaned and covered his stomach.

Yan Zhixin turned her head suddenly, only to see his handsome face was slightly pale, showing an expression of unbearable pain.

She was startled: "what's the matter with you?"

Mo Junting stretched out his hand and placed it on her shoulder, with half of his body weight on her body, he said with a painful face, "My stomach hurts."

(End of this chapter)