The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1211
As the year approached, Mo Junting became more and more busy.

Because of Li Shinuo.

Li Shinuo is a very disgusting person, and he likes to make troubles on holidays, especially major festivals such as Christmas in the West and Spring Festival in the East.

Many people will ask for leave in advance for this kind of festival. Even if they don't ask for leave, they will be absent-minded and prone to mistakes when the holiday is approaching.

Li Shinuo launched a surprise attack at a time like this, and every time he did it, he was sure.

Mo Junting was aware of his pissing nature, so he had been on guard all the time, and when he made trouble, he would take the bottom of the pot, and finally it was resolved peacefully.

The negotiations between the two sides ended, and when Mo Junting got into the car, it was already the morning of New Year's Eve.

Ling Bai opened the itinerary and reported to him: "In half an hour, we will board the plane and fly to Xisia. This is our last project before the Spring Festival. After talking, we will return to the main residence of the Mo family just in time for the New Year's Eve dinner."

Mo Junting leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

Lack of sleep for a long time, mental tension for several days in a row, and Li Shinuo stayed up all night, he rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, and let out a "hmm".

Ling Bai asked again: "Now I arrange a flight to pick up Miss Yan and wait for you at the main residence of the Mo family?"

Mo Junting stopped the hand rubbing between his brows.

He opened his eyes: "Where are we going later?"

Ling Bai hurriedly said, "Sisia."

Mo Junting: "..."

Cicia was the closest to the main residence of the Mohists among the many places to go years ago.

This is also his routine.

Arrange the location closest to the main residence of the Mo family at the end.

After the talk, we will return to the main residence of the Mo family for the New Year.

In this way, even if something force majeure happens halfway, he can rush back.

However, this time is different.

He wanted to celebrate the New Year with Yan Zhixin.

And Yan Zhixin had to consider her grandparents.

In the past at Yan's house, she couldn't celebrate the New Year with them.

After finally leaving Yan's house, they went to recuperate again.

Now that the recuperation is over, she did not choose to celebrate the new year at Fei's house, but to celebrate the new year with them.

It would be a little too cruel for him to just take her away from them.

Mo Junting was silent for a while, then dialed Yan Zhixin's phone number.

Yan Zhixin answered quickly, with joy in her voice: "Brother Mo Mo, are you done with your work?"

The clear voice seemed to flow into his heart like a spring, and he felt that his physical fatigue had eased a bit, wishing he could fly back to her side immediately, hug her tightly and sleep.

However, he could only say: "It's still a little bit worse."

Yan Zhixin let out a disappointed "Oh": "Then you should hurry up and go home as soon as possible."

Mo Junting pursed his thin lips slightly: "Are you celebrating the New Year in a nursing home with your grandpa and grandma?"

Yan Zhixin nodded: "Yes."

Mo Junting wanted to say "wait for me", but in the end he didn't speak.

After hanging up the phone, he stretched out his hand to Ling Bai: "Give me the itinerary."

Ling Bai handed it to him, and he nodded lightly: "The project time has been shortened to half an hour."

The two and a half hours were shortened to half an hour, and the extra two hours were just enough to fly back to the nursing home from Sisia to catch up with the New Year's Eve dinner.

However, shortening the project time by four-fifths is too difficult!
But there is no other way, Ling Bai can only negotiate with Sisia with a bitter face...

……

Yan Zhixin was very happy when she answered the phone.

I couldn't be happier when I hung up the phone.

Mo Junting didn't say anything.

So annoying!

Depressedly, Yan Zhixin crumpled up the scrapped red paper, and when she finished crumpling, she saw her grandfather's gaze shooting towards her, she spread the paper out silently, and then took three deep breaths silently.

Not irritable, not angry, not depressed.

(End of this chapter)