The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 132 I'm hungry

Mo Junting slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "I said I would send a car to take you back, but I never said I would not follow."

He didn't expect that, before he left his sight, someone would dare to come to the door.

If he didn't follow, what would happen if Lu Mingyao hit her on the head with that stick, he didn't even dare to think about it.

Yan Zhixin was grateful for his timely appearance, and did not argue with him, but just sat quietly beside him.

Unknowingly, her body gradually leaned towards him.

Her body was a little cold, like a moth to a flame, she was automatically and consciously looking for warmth... At this moment, Mo Junting was the biggest source of heat.

She got closer and closer, and at some point, her eyelids drooped and her consciousness sank into a blur. She moved, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep peacefully.

She didn't realize that she had slipped into Mo Junting's arms.

Sleep until you wake up naturally.

Opening her eyes, Yan Zhixin was caught off guard by a pair of deep blue eyes. She was startled, and subconsciously retreated to the side, but she didn't notice that it was the edge of the bed, and fell directly.

The moment she fell back, the man sitting in front of her reached out to catch her.

Because of this, he lost his balance and fell down.

She was wrapped in a quilt and fell beside him, revealing a pale little face that looked slender and fragile.

She thought she was dreaming, and stretched out her hand from under the quilt to push him: "Why did you come into my dream? Go away."

Mo Junting: "..."

Holding her cold little hand with his good hand, a smile flashed in Mo Junting's eyes: "You are not dreaming."

"what?"

The warm temperature came from his palm, Yan Zhixin blinked, and looked at the man below him, his brows were handsome, his features were deep, and there seemed to be a hint of concern in his slightly blue eyes.

concern?

Sure enough, it's still a dream, right?
Even in her dreams, she couldn't believe that he would be so gentle.

Withdrawing her own hand from his warm one, Yan Zhixin tried to stand up while supporting the bed, but inadvertently pulled her injured shoulder, and couldn't help crying out in pain.

Looking at his empty palm, Mo Junting lifted her together with the quilt with both hands and put her on the bed. Then he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, hugged her in his arms through the quilt, and rubbed her head with a loud voice. Light and gentle: "Yanzhi, does it still hurt?"

Very gentle and pampering movements, not at all like him.

There must be something wrong.

Yan Zhixin thought to herself.

Either it's a dream now, or Mo Junting's second personality, oh no, the third personality has come out.

No.1 grid, the normal Mo Junting.

The second personality is Mo Junting, who is so cruel that people can't believe it.

The third personality is Mo Junting who is so gentle that people can't believe it.

Whether it was a dream or his third personality, Yan Zhixin was very happy, and had someone by her side when she was feeling uncomfortable.

No need to be white.

She decided to order him: "Momo, I'm hungry."

After finishing speaking, she carefully peeked at his face.

There was no unpleasantness on his face, and he said softly, "What do you want to eat? Australian lobster?"

Do you want to make the pain worse by eating those cold lobsters during dysmenorrhea?

Yan Zhixin's face turned blue: "No, I want to drink some porridge with some salt or ginger brown sugar."

Mo Junting took out his mobile phone: "So little? Is there anything else? I'll ask someone to bring it along."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Oh, OK.

She still wanted to trick him into cooking.

(End of this chapter)