The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 135 I Can Marry You

Downstairs in the restaurant, a man was sitting at the dining table holding a tablet while watching the news while waiting for her.

He is worthy of being a born emperor, no matter what time he has an unmatched dignity, the simple shirt stretches sharp and elegant lines, which is daunting.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked over, and said in a calm voice, "Come over and have porridge after changing your clothes, don't dawdle."

Hearing the words "change the clothes", Yan Zhixin's face turned red again, she walked up to him and said, "I just... that... I just..."

Mo Junting looked at her calmly, with a half-smile on his lips: "I've seen everything I should see."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She ran away in an instant, rushed behind him, strangled his neck from back to front, and gnashed her teeth: "I tell you to look! I tell you to look! I tell you to come in without knocking! If I am doing other private things what to do?"

Mo Junting turned to look at her, his deep eyes were as bright as the starry sky, and he looked at her with distant and doting eyes: "I don't mind."

Yan Zhixin said loudly: "Me! Please! Mean it!"

Mo Junting suddenly wanted to ask: "What do you want to do privately in the room by yourself?"

But Ling Feng said that a girl with dysmenorrhea needs to be handled gently, so he didn't say anything, but patted her waist comfortingly: "Don't make trouble."

The face that still felt embarrassed in the last second exploded with a "boom", and she covered her face that was so red that it was almost bleeding, and she was so ashamed that she just wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in: "You...how can you take pictures of me casually? ...?"

The corner of Mo Junting's mouth curled upwards: "It's okay, I can marry you."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting rubbed her head: "If you don't want me to marry you, just obediently drink porridge."

Yan Zhixin jumped back to her seat like her ass was on fire, buried her head in the porridge, and didn't dare to raise her head the whole time.

After drinking the warm brown sugar ginger porridge, her icy body warmed up. Yan Zhixin put down the bowl, glanced at him secretly, saw that he hadn't looked over, and tiptoed out of the restaurant.

After walking a few steps, a man's voice came from behind: "The doctor will come in 5 minutes."

Yan Zhixin turned around in astonishment: "Why?"

Mo Junting's thin lips parted lightly: "Look at the injury."

Yan Zhixin thought of the bruises she saw just now, and didn't know if her muscles were hurt, so she pursed her lips: "Okay."

Five minutes later, when the servant came to clean up the tableware, he brought an elderly female doctor, and helped her apply the medicine and bandage in one go.

When the doctor left, Yan Zhixin asked curiously: "Why do you have so many doctors? Ling Feng can't do it alone?"

Mo Junting's eyes were slightly cold: "Do you want other men to see your body?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She didn't mean it that way.

She just wanted to ask if his mental illness had improved.

But her question seemed to touch Mo Junting's back, Mo Junting's illusion of being gentle all day was instantly shattered, and he hugged her and pressed her into his arms.

The corner of the suit was lifted up inadvertently, and the cold skin touched the scorching temperature of his palm.

"Ah..." Yan Zhixin's back stiffened instantly, and she cried out, "No!"

Mo Junting paused, and said calmly, "Don't make noise."

Even so, his low, almost hoarse voice still leaked his emotions at the moment.

He pressed against her cold stomach and rubbed her. The temperature in his palm made her whole body bathed in the warm ocean. After a while, Mo Junting withdrew his hand: "Go to sleep."

Yan Zhixin fell asleep.

At the beginning, she pretended to be asleep, she really didn't know how to deal with this man who always played cards out of common sense.

(End of this chapter)