The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1202

Yan Zhixin didn't notice this little detail, and said softly: "At that time, I didn't want to drive you away, I was just scared."

Mo Junting's eyelashes moved slightly, and he regained his composure.

Yan Zhixin's fingers went from the tip of his nose all the way to his chest.

She sighed. When she was a child, she wanted to have an older brother so much.

She did consider him a brother, too.

You can ask him any questions you don't know.

You can cry to him if you are wronged.

If there is a favorite snack, she will share half of it with him.

If you have a favorite toy, if you want to keep it for yourself, you will give it to him.

She thought, treat him better, and he will accept her as a younger sister.

But what happened that night made her realize very deeply that he was completely different from what she had imagined.

He dared to shoot and kill!
She told him to go, not so much out of fear, but in fact her image of this "brother" collapsed in her heart.

In fact, she didn't even know whether the gangster was dead or not.

She was too young at that time and watched too much TV, thinking that shooting would kill someone...

Yan Zhixin blushed a little when thinking about the past, stuck out her tongue and sighed: "Thinking about it now, it's good that you don't become my brother, otherwise I have to worry that one day you will forget me when you have a sister-in-law..."

Stretching her hand under the quilt to hold his generous and warm palm, she leaned against him and fell asleep peacefully.

After a few minutes her breath became drawn out.

Beside him, Mo Junting opened his eyes and smiled lowly: "Silly girl, I never blamed you."

Helping her press the quilt, he hugged her into his arms and closed his eyes again.

Time passed quietly, Yan Zhixin woke up, thinking about going to fry fish, she immediately got up and got dressed.

Then she realized something was wrong——

It's too cold!

It actually cooled down!
Overnight, from the warm spring to the cold winter.

The wind was biting and the rain was flying.

Simply not too cold.

Yan Zhixin went out of the window, the sky was gloomy, and so was the blue sea in the past, it was astonishingly dark.

I went to fry fish in this weather, huh, huh.

Mo Junting took the coat and walked behind her to help her put it on: "Will you wait for me at the hotel?"

The implication is that he will go anyway.

Of course, Yan Zhixin couldn't let him go by himself, so she resolutely went all out: "It doesn't matter, let's go together."

Mo Junting worried: "In case you catch a cold..."

"I won't catch a cold, I will wear more clothes." Yan Zhixin dispelled his worries with one sentence, "If I don't go, what's the point of blowing up more?"

Mo Junting didn't say any more.

After breakfast, she went back to her room and changed into a super thick down, wrapped herself into a rice dumpling, with only two eyes exposed all over her body: "Look, isn't it cold?"

Mo Junting pulled the hood of the down jacket forward with a smile, almost covering her eyes, then took the special umbrella handed over by Ling Shan, propped it on top of her head, and went out with bodyguards .

When I got to the beach, I realized that the difficulty of frying fish has increased by more than three times.

I don't know that the weather is not beautiful, and the tide is also coming to add to the obstruction, and it is even difficult to find a place to put explosives.

Mo Junting took the explosives to look for the location, while Yan Zhixin stared at the dark and turbulent sea.

Suddenly, she remembered something, and opened the phone calendar to look: "Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, no wonder."

Everyone didn't understand for a while: "Is there anything special about the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar?"

"The sea water is affected by the moon on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, and the water below will surge up." Yan Zhixin put away her phone and shouted excitedly to Mo Junting, "I'm sure we'll catch a lot of fish that we don't usually see today, Brother Mo Mo, come on. "

Mo Junting: "..."

He is under a lot of pressure.

(End of this chapter)