The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1167 Who Is Punishing Who?

Of course we still eat together.

It was snowing heavily outside, but the villa was as warm as spring, and I couldn't feel the slightest bit of coldness.

After eating and drinking enough, Yan Zhixin lay lazily by the window watching the snow, thinking silently in her heart, she would not have joked with Ling Shan that she wanted chicken legs if she had known earlier.

Porridge is already easy to fill the stomach, but with a chicken leg, I can't eat anything else if I want to eat it.

As for the fact that Mo Junting was still hungry, she had already forgotten about it.

Mo Junting was sitting on the sofa waiting for her to remember: "..."

Looking at the slender figure with his eyes burning, Mo Junting coughed lightly as a reminder.

Yan Zhixin drew the doll on the glass with her fingers, but she didn't hear it for a while.

Not reconciled, Mo Junting coughed lightly again.

This time Yan Zhixin finally heard it, she turned her head in surprise: "Are you caught a cold?"

Mo Junting: "..."

Yan Zhixin got up, put on the rabbit fur shoes, and ran to his side: "Did I accidentally catch a cold when I went out to look for it?"

Mo Junting: "..."

Yan Zhixin picked up the cashmere blanket next to him and covered him, while reaching out to feel his forehead temperature, she muttered: "You must be wearing too little, but luckily you don't have a fever."

Mo Junting covered his eyes.

He doesn't want to talk.

He wanted to be quiet.

Yan Zhixin looked at him, thought for a while, sat down beside him, lifted the blanket to cover herself: "Is it hard?"

Mo Junting glanced at her angrily: "It's okay."

Yan Zhixin was still a little worried: "Really? How about letting Ling Feng take a look..."

Before she finished speaking, Mo Junting firmly pressed her into his arms.

He blocked her lips almost in retaliation, and then tickled her.

The blanket covered their bodies, and also covered Mo Junting's movements.

However, the feeling has not diminished at all.

She smiled and grabbed his hand: "Hahaha... Hey..."

Mo Junting has already decided to punish her well, and of course he will not stop there.

Yan Zhixin was at her wit's end, unable to avoid him no matter what, she almost burst into tears from being scratched by him.

At this moment, Mo Junting stared at her leisurely: "Please."

Yan Zhixin smiled while shedding tears: "Please."

Mo Junting nodded in satisfaction, stopped his hands, took her out of his arms and put her aside, sat up straight himself, picked up the unfinished documents on the coffee table and started working.

Yan Zhixin: "!!!"

What does he want to do?

Mo Junting looked righteous and confident: "I asked you to beg me, which means that if you beg me, I will let you go. Now, I will let you go."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Speechless.

I really want to beat him up!
asshole!

She looked angrily at Mo Junting's "serious work" side face, decided not to ask him again, pulled up her clothes resolutely, ran to the bookshelf to get a book and found a pen and paper, and went back to the On the couch, start studying.

Mo Junting just wanted to punish her, he didn't intend to really work. Seeing her reading, he dropped the document, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Inkstone."

Yan Zhixin quickly calculated on the paper with one hand, while pushing him away with disgust: "Don't quarrel."

Mo Junting glanced down at the book.

It is a high number.

Seeing her studying hard and calculating hard, he was stunned.

(End of this chapter)