The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1210

Yan Zhixin read all the works, she picked the style she liked the most, but felt that the other styles had their own characteristics, so she was reluctant to discard them for a while.

But if she chooses one more, the workload of her grandparents and mother He will be doubled.

She tossed and turned for a while, and finally chose the easiest way: let Mo Junting choose.

Mo Junting was probably looking at his phone, and he picked it out for her in less than a minute.

It happened to be her favorite set.

Don't worry about it now.

Yan Zhixin happily picked out that style and told her grandma, and then stayed in the villa, preparing these wedding supplies with them every day.

Whether it was picking the wedding date or when the two were discussing, she didn't feel much.

I know it's important, but I treat it in the same way as I treat the postgraduate entrance examination.

But when she saw these elaborate wedding supplies, a strong thought suddenly rose in her heart——

She is getting married.

She will soon become Mo Junting's wife.

This feeling is a bit strange, but also with indescribable expectations.

Suddenly, thoughts are like tides.

She picked up her phone and made a video call.

While waiting for the connection, she remembered that the bridegroom-to-be, a busy man, did not know which country he was flying at the moment.

She can't necessarily see him.

Just as he was about to cut it off, the handsome face of the groom-to-be appeared on the screen.

His face was stern and resolute, with a daunting aura.

After careful observation, the fundus of the eyes is a little blue, probably because he didn't sleep well.

Seeing her, his whole body calmed down, he relaxed, and said with a smile, "Miss me?"

Yan Zhixin puffed up when she was told about the central matter, but did not speak.

Mo Junting understood it at a glance, and smiled again: "I'll go back to accompany you when I'm done."

Yan Zhixin looked at him, and wanted to ask him where to go to celebrate the New Year, but then he thought, he is the heir of the imperial family, so he must go back to the main residence of the Mo family, if she asked, he might be embarrassed.

Thinking of this, she didn't say anything, but replied: "Okay, then I'll wait for you."

After Mr. Xie's convalescence ended, there was a period of observation.

A few days before the Spring Festival, the observation period is over, and I can go home.

Before Yan Zhixin's arrival, they were looking forward to returning to Haishi every day, and they packed their luggage several times.

After Yan Zhixin came, their closest relatives came to her side, Haishi didn't have any thoughts, and she was not in a hurry, and asked her when she wanted to go back while making preparations for the New Year.

Yan Zhixin hesitated for a moment: "Why don't we celebrate the New Year here? Go back after the New Year?"

What she was thinking was that after her grandfather's recuperation was over, she would definitely not come to the nursing home often in the future. Instead of going back in such a hurry, she should calmly say goodbye to the neighbors, meet everyone she wanted to see, and see all the scenery she wanted to see go again.

Grandpa and grandma thought that she had made an agreement with Mo Junting, thinking that they had lived for so long, and there was no difference between going back early and going back later, so they agreed.

New Year's goods are still the same, but there is no need to bring them back to Haishi.

The trouble is that the nursing home is far away abroad, and there are some things they don't know how to do, and there is no place to buy them.

Yan Zhixin simply made a list and sent it to Lin Lan, asking Lin Lan to buy it in China and send it over. It only took three days, and it arrived the day before New Year's Eve.

Most of the neighbors in the nursing home knew about this important festival in China, and they prepared gifts one after another, and Yan Zhixin conveniently gave them some couplets and blessings in return.

In a blink of an eye, the entire nursing home seemed to be in full swing.

However, there was no sign of Mo Junting.

(End of this chapter)