The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 162 Take your young master back quickly!
Mo Junting smiled slightly: "I don't mind."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Looking at the only quilt on the bed, she turned around and opened the cabinet, and took out another quilt and put it on the bed: "I'm used to rolling up the quilt, and it might be cold to you. Let each person make a bed, okay?"

Mo Junting's eyes turned cold: "Don't challenge my patience."

After speaking, turn off the lights.

Yan Zhixin felt that her eyes went dark, and the quilt she had just brought out was kicked to the ground. Mo Junting leaned over and dragged her onto the bed, and lifted the only quilt on the bed to cover her.

The quilt he had just covered contained his body temperature, which was almost scorchingly warm.

He lay on her side, turned around, faced her, put his right hand under her neck, and clasped her waist with his right hand.

This……

The humanoid pillow treatment.

She would sleep toward him, with her face against his chest.

She would sleep with his back on her back, her back would be against him.

Her body was stiff, and she didn't know which side to turn her body. The temperature belonging to him invaded her overwhelmingly. She couldn't calm down, and protested softly: "I'm a little hot."

Mo Junting's scorching breath brushed her face: "I'll turn down the air conditioner."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Really unable to sleep, she forced herself to get up and went to get her mobile phone in the dark: "I remembered that there is still something to do, so you go to bed first."

Mo Junting reached out and grabbed her wrist: "I'll do it tomorrow."

Her heart tightened, and she hurriedly said: "It has something to do with Xinghui's funds, it's very important."

Mo Junting was silent for a while, then reached out to turn on the light.

She stopped him: "No, I'll just use my phone to watch."

Mo Junting said in a deep voice, "It's not good for the eyes."

Yan Zhixin hurriedly said: "Just once."

She patted her chest and promised, "Just once."

Mo Junting was extremely sleepy, so he didn't force any more, and ordered: "If you need money, just ask Ling Hua to give it."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She was sitting against the head of the bed, and he was lying on her waist hugging her.

His arm was resting on her waist, like a fire dragon pressing down on her, strong and powerful, and you could feel the smooth muscle lines against her arm, she shook her head, put aside inappropriate thoughts, turned on the phone Feng sent a message.

【Ling Feng, come and take your young master back!Wait online, hurry up! 】

After posting, she waited eagerly.

Soon, the phone screen lit up, and Ling Feng replied a message.

[Thank you, Ms. Yan, for taking our young master in, I am very grateful. 】

【Red envelope】

【Red envelope】

【Red envelope】

……

Looking at the red envelopes that filled the screen, Yan Zhixin typed in grief and indignation.

[Don't try to bribe me with red envelopes, come here quickly, or I'll kick him out of bed! 】

Ling Feng started to play dead.

Yan Zhixin wanted to go out and call him, but she was worried that Mo Junting would follow her if she moved, so she continued to wait helplessly.

After a while, Ling Feng's reply finally jumped out.

【Miss Yan, it's pointless for you to fight against the young master, he wants you. 】

Yan Zhixin was startled, put a question mark in the dialog box, and was about to send it, when messages from Ling Feng appeared one after another.

【The young master's insomnia problem is very serious, any sleeping pills are not effective for him, he can only sleep less than four or five hours a day. 】

【With you, he can sleep well. 】

[I have extracted your body fluids, blood and hair to develop a drug that is 90.00% similar to your breath, and it has no effect. 】

(End of this chapter)