The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1227

Just imagine if they are slandered and wronged, will anyone be willing to stand up for them, even if they offend the powerful and powerful?

Comparing their hearts to their hearts, they felt a little more sympathy for Yan Zhixin.

Yan Zhixin's work, which was originally quite difficult, suddenly became extremely smooth.

The old artists treated her like a granddaughter, dragging her on and on.

She was busy until Mo Junting dragged her away to rest, and Yan Zhixin took out her mobile phone to send a message to Xiao Zhenggang: "Thank you, Dad."

Before the exchange meeting, she handed over the collected information on reporting Xu Yajing to Fei's family.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yajing came earlier than she expected, and she was not sure when Mo Junting would arrive, but Mo Junting's foundation in the imperial capital was not as deep as that of Fei's family, and his movements were definitely not as fast as Fei's family.

So, she decided to find her father.

Fortunately, a father is a father, especially at critical moments.

Yan Zhixin thought happily, it feels so good to have a father as a backer!

After the exchange meeting was over, the old artists were still full of ideas, and they all asked Yan Zhixin to prepare more similar exchange meetings in the future, and they would definitely come.

Yan Zhixin responded with a smile one by one.

Running a book gallery is not something that happens overnight, and Yan Zhixin is not in a hurry. Her goal is to have the book gallery officially put into operation when she graduates from graduate school.

For the next period of time, she did a little bit every day like ants moving house.

Soon, it was time to get the results of the postgraduate entrance examination.

After a check, the high score is passed.

So, she set aside one-third of her time to prepare for the re-examination, one-third of her time to continue thinking about the book gallery, and the remaining one-third of her time-the time for the wedding is getting closer and closer. Although the wedding team is very strong, she Still need to do something personally.

For example, trying on clothes.

The Mo family prepared six sets of clothes for the wedding day, each of which left her speechless.

Another example is taking wedding photos.

Because of the traditional wedding process, the wedding clothes were Fengguan Xiapei, and there was no wedding dress, so, as soon as she was free, Yan Zhixin dragged Mo Junting to take wedding photos.

I didn't choose another place for the location, it was in King's Landing Castle.

She thought his castle was too domineering, and it was more beautiful than any scenic spot in the world when it was used as the background of the wedding photo.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to take wedding photos, she tossed Mo Junting hard.

Not to mention asking him to pose in various difficult poses, he was also asked to pose in various expressions, and from time to time pose a picture of the queen, making him the male favorite beside the queen.

Mo Junting expressed his opinion.

But when he said it, Yan Zhixin wouldn't listen.

So he didn't say anything.

In return, after she finished making the request, Mo Junting began to treat him in his own way, and began to torment her.

Let her take pictures of every part of the castle.

Sea, cruise yacht motorboat.

On the shore, sandy beaches and reefs with mangroves.

Garden, east, west, north, south.

Inside the castle, study room, terrace, dining room, living room, bedroom, sofa, bed...

In addition, each stadium is not left behind, and all the venues that can be seen and imagined are photographed.

Yan Zhixin was so tired that she lay on top of him: "They were originally born from the same root, so why bother each other?"

Mo Junting hugged her back: "It's too late."

The wedding photo shoot, which was expected to be taken in one day, took several days because of the mutual revenge of the two. When taking the photo on the bed, she lay down and posed under the photographer's guidance-and then fell asleep.

Mo Junting waved his hand to let the photography team go out, and gently pinched her nose, she hummed, turned over and continued to sleep.

(End of this chapter)