The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 220
Seeing that Mo Junting came back with injuries, the faces of the people up and down the Mo family's old house were not very good-looking.

They have been by Mo Junting's side for many years, and it is rare to see Mo Junting get injured.

He is a man who is very good at protecting himself, even if it is a gangster fight, he can retreat safely.

However, it was only a short time from Junlin Island to Haishi, and his hand was injured twice.

When Yan Zhixin accompanied Mo Junting into the old house of the Mo family, she could clearly see the reproach towards her in the eyes of Ling Shan, Ling Bai and others.

Yan Zhixin looked at Mo Junting guiltily, but unexpectedly found that he was also looking at her, with a hint of meaning in his eyes, and she said, "I'm sorry..."

In addition to guilt, she also felt a little distressed.

Last time at the gate of Xie's house, in order to prevent Lu Mingyao from hitting her, he grabbed a thorny wooden stick with his bare hands and injured his hand once.

It's not long now...

Such a beautiful hand had scars because of her, Yan Zhixin felt a dull pain in her heart, lowered her head and said: "Next time, next time I will definitely not trouble you."

Mo Junting narrowed his eyes slightly, with a trace of coolness: "Do you want to have a next time?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting sat lazily on the sofa, stretched his long legs, and said with a half-smile: "Aside from apologizing, don't you have any practical way to make up for it?"

Yan Zhixin turned her eyes on the coffee table, and immediately said, "I'll bring you tea and water."

Mo Junting's voice carried a hint of ridicule: "You want to compete with the servant for a job?"

Yan Zhixin lowered her head in frustration.

What can she do?

Yan Zhixin couldn't think of a good way after much deliberation, she raised her head and was about to ask him, when suddenly he grabbed her wrist and pulled it hard, Yan Zhixin was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

His breath fell into his nostrils, Yan Zhixin blushed and stared at him with a beating heart.

He held her in his arms with one hand, and his voice was a little soft: "accompany me."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Yan Zhixin's body froze, feeling that her breath was falling on him, she twisted her body uncomfortably, trying to break free from his shackles, but she couldn't.

Mo Junting looked down at her, his voice was obviously calm, but there was a hint of accusation: "Yanzhi, you can't even accompany me, so why do you want to make some practical compensation."

His calm heart suddenly caused slight ripples because he didn't have any ups and downs in his words.

She took a breath silently, didn't move any more, just leaned quietly in his arms.

The crystal chandelier above the head illuminates the two clinging to each other. Light and shadow are invisible, but it seems to combine the two without separation.

Gu Xi, who repeatedly begged Mo Junting to stay by his side, stood in the shadows in the quiet scene of the years in the living room, her eyes were sore from crying.

At this moment, she really felt that Yan Zhixin was different, only Yan Zhixin was different.

No matter how beautiful she is, how excellent her knowledge is, and how powerful she is, she is not Yan Zhixin, she will never get everything!
Some people can enjoy someone's unreserved love for her without paying anything.

Some people try their best all their lives, but they still can't get that person's eyes to stay, even for a moment.

Gu Xi leaned against the wall, but couldn't even cry in the dark.

Because crying is followed by more desperate pain.

When Yan Zhixin was nestling in Mo Junting's arms and was about to fall asleep, Mo Junting's deep and sexy voice suddenly rang in her ears: "Drool is dripping on my body."

(End of this chapter)