The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 347 Addicted to Love
Mo Junting raised his eyes to look at Yan Zhixin.

Yan Zhixin was packing up his pen, ink and inkstone. He had developed a habit at Xie's house. Every time he finished writing, he had to pack up his things. He suddenly asked, "Inkstone paper, what is the flower language of crape myrtle?"

Yan Zhixin knew this from the sixth grade of primary school, and she replied crisply: "Good luck."

Mo Junting looked sideways at the crape myrtle in the vase. The blossoms were blooming enthusiastically, and there was a bit of purple air coming from the east in the bright light. The corners of his lips curled slightly: "So, is that why you gave it away?" ?”

...that's not true.

When placing an order for flowers, she thought of Ziwei for some reason.

Maybe it's the reason why I always liked to climb up the fence and fold crape myrtle in the past?

Every time she would fold a large bunch, take half of it back to her room and plug it in, and give the other half to him, although he always had a disgusted expression.

Mo Junting smiled, and said softly: "Ziwei is not only good luck, but also obsessed with love." The ending sound was extremely low, as if it was contained in his mouth, and it seemed to dissipate as soon as he said it.

Yan Zhixin didn't hear clearly for a moment: "What are you addicted to?"

I just asked, and I accidentally saw the time on the wall, and jumped up: "It's so late, I haven't done anything today! I'm going back first!"

While talking, he seemed to run away in a hurry.

Mo Junting: "..."

Ling Bai came in to report on work, but saw Mo Junting standing in front of the desk looking at the table full of greeting cards, his profile was in the shadows, and his expression was indistinct.

Ling Bai sighed in his stomach.

Why do you like to hide it?
If you want her to accompany you, why don't you just say so?
Wanting people to write love poems to him and finding such a lame excuse, watching him is so anxious.

Feeling that he was in a bad mood, Ling Bai didn't dare to say more. After reporting the work, he went to find Ling Feng and told the whole thing.

Ling Feng nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, that's good, the young master has finally enlightened. This is exactly the result I want."

Ling Bai frowned and said, "Enlightenment? Are you stupid! Momo haw, mother-in-law, how can you look like a man at all?"

Ling Feng shook his head and sighed: "Dead wood cannot be carved."

"Bullshit!" Ling Bai patted him on the head with the document, "Don't you think that chasing a girl means chasing after it? It makes him feel uncomfortable and I feel uncomfortable watching it. If a bad man shows up one day Take it away, isn't the young master wasting all his previous efforts?"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes: "Brother, you are still too young."

Ling Bai was about to refute, but Ling Feng sneered again: "No wonder you have been dating three girlfriends for less than half a year."

Ling Bai: "..."

This is a personal attack!

"Before chasing a girl, you have to see what kind of character the girl is, okay?"

Ling Feng leaned on the back of the chair, shook his head and said, "Young master was much happier than you at the beginning. He directly trapped people in King's Landing Island, kissed as much as he wanted, and loved as much as he wanted. Guess what happened? I forced Miss Yan to jump off the building. Already!"

Ling Bai didn't know that period of history, and was a little taken aback when he heard that.

Ling Feng put his shoulders on him and said: "Think about it, they are getting along happily now, the young master sleeps well and is in a good mood, Miss Yan can't run away, you don't have to suffer from low air pressure every day, and I don't have to worry about letting him sleep for half an hour every day , Isn't this what everyone is happy about?"

Ling Bai: "..."

It made sense, but he was speechless.

"Miss Yan is soft and not hard, the young master has finally become gentle, don't do anything bad." Ling Feng sighed quietly, "What I am most worried about now is that Miss Yan suddenly loses her mind to go to filming."

At the same time, Yan Zhixin received a call from the crew of "Hunting" in the office: "Tomorrow's premiere ceremony?"

(End of this chapter)