The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 122 You don't want ten thousand!

The man stopped his movements, Yan Zhixin felt her body was chilly, and quickly got up and pulled the quilt.

Hearing that he hadn't had dinner, she touched his leg with her foot.

Her thoughts are still stuck in the thought that he is Momo, she is not afraid of him: "Have you not had dinner yet? Why don't you have dinner?"

Mo Junting looked down at her, and after calming down, he leaned over and kissed her deeply on the forehead: "Do you want to continue? If you want..."

Yan Zhixin shook her head resolutely: "No! You are not allowed to be a hooligan, you are so heavy, don't press me down."

Mo Junting frowned irritably.

Yan Zhixin puffed her face and said again: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

Ready to go like Mo Junting sighed helplessly, turned and walked into the bathroom.

Yan Zhixin fell back on the bed with a "click", and rolled herself into a ball with the quilt, like a cocoon.

Mo Junting took care of himself, seeing that she didn't show any signs of fleeing, but was sleeping soundly under the quilt, his heart softened inexplicably.

However, he didn't know whether she was suspicious or she was really tired, so he ordered the foreign maid to come up and guard her before going down to eat.

It is late at night.

The steaming seafood porridge was placed on the dining table, as well as the Australian lobster, which was so big that it was served on a plate.

Looking at the Australian lobster, Mo Junting couldn't help thinking of the scene he saw standing outside the restaurant window:
Lin Chen helped peel the prawns, and naturally put them on Yan Zhixin's plate. Yan Zhixin naturally picked them up and put them in her mouth, with a sweet smile on her face, full of satisfaction.

Mo Junting's expression became extremely terrifying.

It seemed that a knife was stabbing at his heart fiercely, he pursed his lips tightly, and the hand holding the spoon was bruised.

Ling Shan stood beside him, sensitively aware that his emotions were wrong, glanced away, and seemed to realize something.

However, he clearly ordered Australian lobsters!

Ling Shan respectfully said: "Master, the porridge and vegetables are cold, I'll give you a new one."

Mo Junting didn't speak, nor did he respond.

Ling Shan took it as his acquiescence, and immediately had all the Australian lobsters removed, and then brought the seafood porridge down by himself, and re-served a vegetarian porridge at just the right temperature.

Mo Junting had already lost his appetite, he threw the spoon away, got up and was about to leave.

Ling Shan almost cried: "Master, please eat more."

Mo Junting glanced at him impatiently, and was about to tell him to roll down to rest, when Ling Feng walked in from the door and said with a smile, "Master, are you full? I'll accompany you to the horse race when I'm full."

Mo Junting's face was stern, and he said concisely: "I won't go."

Ling Feng pretended not to see his face, and said again: "Drag racing?"

Mo Junting paused: "Go by yourself."

"Oh, I see." Ling Feng had a narrow smile on his face, "Are you going to eat the elixir tonight?"

(End of this chapter)