The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1201 She just wants to be with him for the rest of her life

Mo Junting leaned over and kissed her curved lips: "You don't need to help."

Yan Zhixin glanced sideways at him, but couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In the past, she was worried about this and that, and she didn't want to face his unreasonable mother.

But now she feels that nothing is important, and she is willing to face everything with him.

She just wanted to be with him for the rest of her life.

After it was over, Mo Junting was extremely tired and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Zhixin was also very tired, but her brain was still very excited.

She turned over, put her hand on his chest, stared at his sleeping face, and suddenly remembered an old thing——

That was the night before he left Xie's house.

She went out to play with friends that day, and it was a long time before she came home after dark.

The streetlight in the alley outside Shijin Street was broken, and it was very dark. She was scared and ran fast, but was caught by a few stalwart gangsters halfway.

The thugs held her and walked in the alley, their footsteps were orderly and muffled, which made her tremble with fear.

In just a few hundred meters, she had already flashed countless kinds of horrible events that she could think of at that time, and she even wondered if her grandparents would faint from fright when they saw her dead body.

Fortunately, none of this happened in time.

Because a teenager blocked their way.

That was Mo Junting in his youth.

In the unlit alley, the moonlight shone coldly on him, as if carrying an invisible murderous aura.

It made her think of Death inexplicably.

She told him to leave quickly, but just as he spoke, the gangster grabbed her by the back of the collar and slammed her head against the wall.

After the severe pain, blood flowed down her hair.

Seeing the boy's face change, the gangster smiled contemptuously, grabbed her and bumped her a second time.

She didn't even have a chance to resist.

Fortunately, she didn't hit the wall.

He rushed over just in time to get between her and the wall.

She bumped into him.

It slid along his body to the ground, and was pulled up by his arm again.

He also paid the price. While he was saving her, a gangster showed a knife and scratched him.

Blood surged.

Blood was all over the snow-white shirt.

The gangsters were very satisfied with this effect, and surrounded him from left to right, ready to capture him alive.

At this moment, he sneered, turned his wrist, and a pocket pistol appeared in his hand.

As soon as he raised his hand, it touched the gangster's forehead.

Everything was beyond her cognition back then.

She saw that he fired.

I don't know where I hit, but the gangster fell down anyway.

Then, he waved his hand to signal the bodyguards behind him to come up to deal with the gangster, and squatted down to pick her up after she had slipped to the ground.

But she refused to let him carry it no matter what, and screamed: "You killed someone! I don't want you to carry it! Go away! Go away!"

When she woke up, she was already in the hospital.

I don't know if it was because of the head injury, or the post-traumatic stress response that Ling Feng said, but she forgot about that night, and also forgot about him.

And he never appeared in front of her again.

After reuniting with him, the bits and pieces of her past relationship were excavated from her memory, and she regained that memory.

She always wanted to apologize to him.

Because of her overreaction that night.

But she also felt that perhaps Mo Junting had forgotten such details long ago.

She didn't have the right time, so she didn't speak for a long time.

She stood up and looked at his handsome facial features, and suddenly reached out and gently pinched his nose: "I'm sorry."

Mo Junting's eyelids trembled.

(End of this chapter)