The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 292 Bring Yourself a Chair

Can she not eat?

Under his oppressive gaze, Yan Zhixin wanted to cry but without tears, she put the arctic shell he had picked up into her mouth, and the strong, pungent and spicy taste of tears came out of her nostrils.

She breathed tearfully, no longer caring about the oppressive feeling of the man opposite, and stuffed something into her mouth desperately.

She wants to suppress the smell of mustard!
A meal was full of twists and turns, which caused her incomparable pain.

As soon as she walked out of the restaurant after eating, she rushed back to the room as if fleeing... She needs to be quiet!
Ling Feng, who was pacing slowly after eating, looked at Mo Junting narrowly: "Tsk tsk, young master, you are very good at teasing people."

Before Yan Zhixin appeared, Mo Junting was the same every day.

After Yan Zhixin appeared, Mo Junting was different every day.

He could clearly feel that the two had known each other for a long time, and there was an indescribably delicate relationship, no matter who it was, they couldn't get involved.

Ling Feng finally summed up his experience: Yan Zhixin is not only Xianmo Junting's pill, but also a pistachio!

Mo Junting stared at the back of Yan Zhixin who fled in a hurry, a happy smile flashed in his eyes, and he quickly put it away: "It's not a tease. She has forgotten a lot of the past between me and her, I just helped her remember it."

The seven words "post-traumatic stress response" immediately floated in Ling Feng's mind, and he blurted out: "Has her head been injured?"

Mo Junting didn't answer, and walked away.

……

Yan Zhixin ran back to the room and closed the door with her backhand, finally blocking Mo Junting's sight.

Huh, it's so hard to eat with him!
She leaned against the door and sighed.

Thinking about how she dared to tease him back then, where did she get the courage?
Thinking about how many similar stupid things she has done, she even has the heart to hit the wall.

Turning around and walking into the piano room, Yan Zhixin strummed on the eight-figure piano as if venting.

After playing for a while, I felt that the sound was really unbearable, and I buried my face in it depressedly, and rolled my face on the piano.

Torture the piano, but also torture yourself.

Her mood gradually recovered, and she decided to go back to her room and take a nap.

In the afternoon, she had to go to the study room to attend class. In order not to continue the tragedy of the morning, she found a chair in the bedroom, dragged the chair into Mo Junting's study room under the watchful eyes of the bodyguards.

Mo Junting: "..."

His gaze was domineering and full of aggression, and Yan Zhixin felt a little guilty for no reason.

In order not to let him snatch the chair away, she hugged the chair tightly and said confidently: "There are too few chairs in the study, so I decided to bring one for myself."

(End of this chapter)