The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 119 I'm tired, you carry me

The celebrity in the sea city watched Mo Junting go away, and when he looked back, he saw the bar owner standing there with a pale face and no love, no one had time to sympathize with him.

They were seen by Young Master Bingshan in the bar, but they didn't help his people, the consequences were already serious.

Now, who dares to cause trouble?

Ling Feng didn't leave immediately, but pulled out the scalpel and looked around everyone: "Whoever dares to reveal anything about what happened tonight will be at their own risk."

He had a gentle smile on his face, but the scalpel was still glaringly stained with blood. Thinking of the sharpness of his attack just now, everyone felt cold from head to toe, and shivered: "Definitely! Definitely!"

……

Yan Zhixin was led out of the bar by Mo Junting.

Yan Zhixin struggled to get rid of him: "No, I haven't finished my wine yet, I still want to drink it!"

Mo Junting clasped her waist: "Go back and drink."

Yan Zhixin shook her head vigorously: "No, you must have lied to me."

Mo Junting looked down at her fair and slender neck, and rubbed it involuntarily, but he didn't pinch it after all, and said in a low voice with a bit of forbearance, "I'm not kidding you, what kind of wine do you want to drink?"

Yan Zhixin tilted her head and thought: "What kind of wine do you want to drink?"

When she tilted her head, she inadvertently leaned against his arms. She was so drunk that she completely forgot how scary he was before, and only felt a reassuring feeling in his embrace.

Leaning on his arm, she felt very comfortable, and she simply lay her whole body on his arm, muttering: "What is the most expensive wine in the world? 1951 Penfolds Grange Hermitage, right?"

Mo Junting's deep eyes were shining like stars: "Yes."

She raised her head and looked at him with blinking eyes: "Then do you have any?"

Mo Junting spat out a word: "Yes."

Yan Zhixin looked at him expectantly, her watery eyes gleaming brightly: "Then can you give me a drink? I want to try what it tastes like."

Mo Junting was silent for a while, and replied, "Okay."

Using the mobile phone, he ordered Ling Shan to deliver the wine she requested to the old house of the Mo family as quickly as possible. He frowned and looked at her: "Can we go back now?"

Yan Zhixin smiled: "Let's go, let's go home."

After walking a few steps, I felt pain in the soles of my feet, so I stopped and lay on his body: "I don't want to walk, I'm tired. Can you carry me on your back?"

Mo Junting has never been so patient with others in his entire life, and he has reached his limit right now.

But seeing her pitiful face, with grievances flashing in her eyes, he softened his heart for a moment, instead of strangling her to death, he just hugged her whole, walked to the front of the car, and threw her into the car.

"Ah, butt hurts."

Yan Zhixin touched her buttocks before she was about to get up, when Mo Junting had already sat in, stretched out her long arms and hugged her into his arms again.

The wind is a bit cool at night.

He is warm.

She unconsciously burrowed into his arms.

Looking up, he saw a dim light shining in his eyes, as if several shadows overlapped together, blurred, but his handsome face seemed a bit ethereal.

"Momo..." She murmured and hugged his neck, her bright red lips pressed against his face, and breathed out an intoxicating breath, "You look so good-looking."

Mo Junting frowned slightly, his eyes became darker: "Don't make trouble."

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble." She lowered her head and lay on his shoulder, a mist appeared in her eyes, "Momo, you are so kind, unlike that villain who always bullies me."

(End of this chapter)