The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 175 Can't suppress anger
Originally, there was only less than 200 meters away from the gate of Xie's house, but Emperor Wei swished past it.

A bad premonition rose in Yan Zhixin's heart, and she said anxiously: "Young Master, I want to go home."

Mo Junting just looked at her coldly, rubbing his thumb lightly at the position of the carotid artery in her neck, he didn't know if he was going to pinch her unconscious or strangle her to death.

This time, he was really angry.

Mr. Xie begged in front of him for her sake.

In order to let her enter Emperor Entertainment, he prepared the best contract. The gold medal agent still has several works suitable for her. When he was about to call her to come back to sign the contract, Ling Hua unexpectedly found out that she had already signed with Sheng Yi. made an appointment.

When choosing an entertainment company, not only did Emperor Entertainment fail, they didn't even notify him.

What did she take him for?
What does she think of Mr. Xie who begged to come to him?
In Mo Junting's chest, there was a strong anger surging, and there was also an indescribable sadness.

He clearly knew that she didn't have him in her heart, but when he saw that she didn't treat him as one of her own, and was even wary of him not letting him know, he still couldn't suppress his anger.

Seeing her little face so close, he twitched his fingertips, resisted pinching, leaned over and bit her pink lips hard.

Yan Zhixin gasped in pain.

Is he a dog?

Back in the Mo family's old house in a blink of an eye, Yan Zhixin knew something was wrong, so she could only bite the bullet and explain: "Listen to me, I didn't enter Shengyi on purpose, and I can't help it, I don't want to enter Xinghui."

Mo Junting's expression became colder, his eyes were as sharp as a blade: "What about Emperor Entertainment?"

Yan Zhixin said: "I..."

She doesn't want to be controlled by him all the time.

But if she said such words, she would definitely die.

Sitting on the sofa, Mo Junting's handsome face made people astonished, but his murderous aura made people shy away: "Huh?"

The deep voice is colder than the year-round snow on the mountains.

Yan Zhixin didn't dare to sit on the sofa, and didn't care about Guan's bitten lip. She estimated his emotions in her heart, and pitifully made excuses: "I'm not worried that someone will say you're playing tricks on me. I know I'm wrong, Your lord has a lot, don't worry about it like me."

Mo Junting's deep and bottomless eyes glanced at her lightly: "Know your mistake? Where's your sincerity?"

Yan Zhixin's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her eyes to look at his sharp and handsome face.

He is also waiting for her, obviously this sincerity cannot be solved with a box of halva.

If a combination of halva is not enough, how about a box of nougat?

Her eyes lit up: "Shall I bake you nougat?"

Mo Junting sneered: "I don't eat that stuff."

then what should we do?

Mo Junting is a big local tyrant, rich and handsome, he doesn't lack anything at all.

Yan Zhixin thought about it, but couldn't think of a good way, and said, "How about I draw a picture for you? Write a word?"

Mo Jun Tingjun's face became even colder.

You don't need to talk, you know it won't work.

Yan Zhixin put her lips together and rested her chin helplessly, she was not a grandfather, how could he appreciate her paintings and her writing?His own writing is better than hers, alas.

Just in trouble, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Ling Shan walking in with a tray in person, she quickly got up and took Ling Shan's tray, put it on the coffee table, then picked up his exclusive cup, and handed it to him: "Master Di, Don't be angry, drink water, drink water."

Mo Junting looked down at her from above: "How do you drink?"

(End of this chapter)