The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1127 My question...

Can't do it, keep it.

After half an hour, there were three fewer questions saved.

She gently tugged on Mo Junting's sleeve, blinking at him, "Brother Mo Mo..."

This time, Mo Junting did not make things difficult for her, and explained everything to her swiftly.

He speaks with great concentration, his low-pitched voice carries an elusive magnetism, and his pronunciation is very elegant, which sounds low-key and gorgeous.

Yan Zhixin couldn't help raising her eyes to look at Mo Junting.

Mo Junting had a face full of flowers from the high mountains, as if only the moonlight pouring down from the sky could match his beauty in prosperity.

At this moment, his outline has a layer of soft light, like the morning sun, which is dazzling.

It made her want to reach out impulsively and touch his face for a moment.

Just when Mo Junting finished speaking a question, he noticed that she was wandering, raised his hand and flicked her forehead gently: "Don't want to listen?"

Yan Zhixin came back to her senses, and covered her forehead with a cry of pain: "No, no, no, I was wrong."

"Very good." Mo Junting's expression became even colder, Shuanghua Wuwu said, "I'll see if I make it."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She reluctantly picked up the pen, but involuntarily glanced at the window.

Obviously the sun did not penetrate the blackout glass.

She must be hallucinating to see the soft light on his face.

In the first part, Yan Zhixin didn't get distracted, and wrote quickly, but in the second part...she began to bite the penholder.

It seems to be like this, like that, and like that, but I don't remember clearly what it is.

Yan Zhixin simply gave up recalling what Mo Junting said, and pushed down with the help of the part she understood earlier, to see if she could make the latter part.

Unfortunately, Mo Junting didn't give her time.

He stared at her with a half smile but not a smile: "Not paying attention, huh?"

Yan Zhixin was most afraid of his expression, so she quickly raised her hands in surrender: "I was wrong, big brother, give me 5 minutes! No, 2 minutes, 2 minutes is enough!"

Her response was one sentence: "It's useless to call me Dad."

His voice was particularly deep and provocative: "I will punish you."

At first, Yan Zhixin thought that he would punish her for making ten or eight papers before he could bargain, so he stretched out his hand and hugged her.

She raised her head, and at some point his deep eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

Yan Zhixin understood what his punishment was in an instant, her face blushed, she struggled and said, "My question..."

But Mo Junting grabbed her waist: "It's too late to think about the question now."

He leaned over, breathing clearly: "Yanzhi, I miss you."

Yan Zhixin couldn't push him away, so she bit her lip and said, "In broad daylight, you..."

Mo Junting laughed until his chest was shaking: "Then the punishment will last until night."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She beat his chest hard, her face was completely red: "Rogue!"

The hooligan kissed her happily.

She still wants to continue studying.

But, so tired.

In addition to not sleeping at noon, she fell asleep lying on his desk.

Mo Junting picked up the cup to drink water, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of her hair hanging down, picked up a carbon pen and played around with a few strands of her hair.

Afraid of waking her up, he lowered his eyes to look at her.

She slept soundly, with a blush brighter than peach blossoms on her clean face, her mouth opened and closed slightly, and her breathing was extraordinarily shallow.

Mo Junting picked up the cup to drink water, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of her hair hanging down, picked up a carbon pen and played around with a few strands of her hair.

(End of this chapter)