The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 121 Indulging Him

Yan Zhixin thought in a daze, where did she feel it?
My mind is like a paste, I can't think at all.

Sensing the softness under his coldness, Yan Zhixin seemed to wake up with a start, and finally realized what she was doing, her mind exploded with a "boom".

He reached out to grab the quilt to cover himself, but was held down and couldn't move.

Those slender, jade-like hands that were so well maintained that countless women couldn't match them ran down her hair.

Yan Zhixin stared at him blankly, and the dusty memory slowly opened up.

Through the man in front of her, she seemed to see a boy.

A cold and handsome boy.

that hand...

He once pointed at the doll she drew with a brush and laughed at her.

The hand that once wrapped her holding the ink stick led her to grind the ink.

He touched her head when she was crying.

also used to...

Take her hand in his and take her home.

But, he's gone.

Leave without saying goodbye.

Suddenly one day when she woke up, she was told by her grandparents that Mo Mo had gone home and took away her favorite Xie Ermo.

Just when the man leaned down, she raised her dazed eyes and asked like a blessing in her heart, "Mo Mo, why are you leaving?"

The man paused, his voice was low and hoarse, with a touch of tension and depression: "Why, don't you know?"

Why would she know?

She obviously doesn't know anything.

It's been so many years, it doesn't matter if you don't know, doesn't it?

She didn't ask any more, and said with a flat mouth: "Oh, okay."

Mo Junting's eyes softened: "Good boy."

It's like going back to ten years ago.

It seems that Momo from ten years ago showed a rare tender look towards her.

When she was a child, she always hoped to have an older brother, but unfortunately this older brother was too cold and ruthless... Finally, she saw his gentle side.

It would be great if he could always be so gentle to her.

She rubbed against him happily, with a waxy voice, a little coquettish: "Brother Mo Mo, can you be gentler to me from now on?"

The corners of Mo Junting's lips twitched slightly: "What is tenderness?"

Yan Zhixin puffed her face and said, "Just don't be so fierce to me."

Mo Junting smiled, "Okay."

Inadvertently, she touched his waist and couldn't help sighing: "Your muscles are so hard."

The man's eyes were deep, and his deep voice was almost hoarse: "It can be even harder, do you want to try?"

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
There was a sudden knock on the door.

Ling Shan came from outside the door with a respectful voice: "Master, you haven't had dinner yet, do you want to come down now?"

Yan Zhixin was startled by the sudden voice, she was a little sober from the wine, she looked at the man in front of her with blank but innocent eyes...

The man's eyes were displeased, his face was extremely cold and stern, and he roared: "Get out!"

Ling Shan persevered: "Young Master, you hardly ate anything on the plane at noon, and you must stop eating dinner, or your stomach will hurt tomorrow..."

"Shut up!" Mo Junting's whole body was icy cold, his vision was as sharp as a knife's edge, "Go down and deduct 20.00% of your year-end bonus!"

Ling Shan rubbed his forehead at the door, wondering whether to speak a third time, Ling Feng came over and grabbed his shoulders, whispering: "Stop shouting, young master's stomachache is my job."

Ling Shan looked at him sideways: "It is because of your pampering that the young master's stomach will turn bad."

Ling Feng said straightforwardly: "But if you don't pamper him, he will suffocate himself."

Ling Shan: "..."

Regardless, the two left.

(End of this chapter)