The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 349
A few seconds later, her head tilted towards the car window again, and he reached out his hand without hesitation to protect her face.

She shook her head, but she still didn't wake up.

The cool little face was only as big as his hand. Under his palm, it looked delicate, small, and exquisite. No makeup was applied, but it was so tender that water would flow out when pinched. It was clear and aura.

Mo Junting rubbed her cheeks, and slowly put her body over to lean against him, letting her face rest on his chest, but he didn't let go of the hand protecting her face.

The interior of the car was still quiet, and the light from the street lamps passed over his deep eyebrows one after another, and there was a faint tenderness in it.

Mo Junting watched her peaceful sleeping face, leaned slightly, and was about to kiss her, when he suddenly felt a wetness on his hand - Yan Zhixin was drooling!

Yan Zhixin fell asleep without feeling anything.

Mo Junting looked at the glistening saliva on his palm, and his expression was extremely complicated for a while.

She was really the first person who slept like this in front of him and was still drooling.

What kind of delicious food is this dreaming of?
Vaguely, he remembered that when she was at Xie's house, one night she was lying on the table doing homework and fell asleep while writing, saliva dripping on the homework, and when he found out, all the homework she had written was gone. it took.

Some habits really haven't changed in ten years.

A smile subconsciously appeared on the corner of her lips, and Mo Junting reached out and brushed the fine strands of hair around her face, raised her chin, stretched out two slender fingers to pinch her lips.

Yan Zhixin couldn't breathe a little, and opened her eyes hazily.

Still conscious, the handsome face in front of her eyes was like a dream, she blinked, and then blinked again, with a little confusion: "Huh?"

Mo Junting grabbed the back of her head and pressed her into his arms: "Sleep."

Yan Zhixin didn't react for a while, she leaned against him obediently, and closed her eyes again.

The short breath gradually became longer, and she fell asleep again!
Mo Junting looked down at her, she was very cute when she was asleep, curled up in his arms, warm, soft and quiet, just like that time, when he picked her up from the table, she felt nothing. She sneaked into his arms warily.

He took her to sell, she didn't even know.

It's the same now, she took the initiative to find the most comfortable position in his arms, and even rubbed her head against his chest.

His little girl...

Back at the old house of the Mo family, Mo Junting rejected all the hands that were extended, and personally carried the sleeping girl upstairs and put her into the room.

Putting her on the bed, she didn't know what she dreamed of. She held her tightly with both hands, and whispered in her small mouth: "Grandma, I'm so thirsty."

Mo Junting: "..."

The last time he called her mother, he hadn't settled the score yet, how dare he call him grandma this time?

Suddenly I want to slap her!

Asking the servant to bring warm water, Mo Junting fed it.

Yan Zhixin was not satisfied with drinking, she licked her lips and muttered: "Water, where's the water? I want to drink a little more..."

Mo Junting pressed her face, not knowing whether to wake her up or... emotionally pampering her inexplicably, he picked up the water glass and fed her four or five mouthfuls in a row.

Yan Zhixin was satisfied with drinking, she nestled in his arms and acted like a baby: "Mother He, can you wash my face for me?"

What mother?

She actually made him a human being?

Still telling him to wash her face? !
At that moment, Mo Junting wanted to throw her to the ground.

He originally wanted to put her on the bed and let the servants come to serve her, but this little publicity was too annoying, so he asked the servants to twist a hot towel and wipe her face himself.

The servant was petrified.

The dignified Bingshan Emperor personally waits on people, and the sun has risen from the west!

Even if he was willing, they didn't dare, and whispered: "Master, let us do these things, you take a rest."

Mo Junting's expression was indifferent, as if he wasn't the one who gently wiped Yan Zhixin's face just now: "No need, get everything ready and step back."

He ordered so, the servant naturally did not dare to respond, and obediently prepared all the things that might be needed, and then quietly walked out of the door and closed the door.

Mo Junting helped Yan Zhixin wipe her face gently and meticulously, staring at her rosy cheeks, her peaceful sleep was burned under his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, he wouldn't do these things in vain!
After a while, he will get his money back with interest.

(End of this chapter)