The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 368 Being abused into a dog
The people in the old house of the Mo family found that Mo Junting was in a bad mood.

In the morning to exercise, Mo Junting gathered all the people together and practiced hard, until they were alive and dead.

Later when playing tennis, Mo Junting hit Ling Hua and the others in the face with the ball, making their noses bruised and their faces swollen.

Practicing fighting in the afternoon, when he made a move, it was as if he was dealing with the enemy, beating them to the point of crying.

Ling Hua, Ling Shan, Ling Bai and Ling Feng were all spared.

Even the bodyguards were in pain.

If Mo Junting's mood could improve because of this, they would recognize it, but the air pressure around Mo Junting's body was still getting lower and lower, so low that they felt cold within three steps of approaching.

This situation lasted from morning to night, Ling Bai couldn't bear it any longer, and secretly pulled Ling Feng aside to discuss: "Master's condition is not right today, psychologist, can you go and enlighten me?"

"What's wrong with the situation?" Ling Feng sneered and glanced at him, "Before Miss Yan came, wasn't this kind of situation normal? Have you forgotten?"

Ling Bai: "..."

It seems so!

But he is used to Mo Junting who is in a good mood every day and occasionally smiles a little, he doesn't want to go back to the days when he was abused like a dog!

In fact, it was easy for Ling Feng to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. After thinking for a few minutes, he went to the restaurant to make a drink, and walked towards Mo Junting's study with it.

Mo Junting was practicing brush calligraphy in front of the old ebony desk. At a glance, it was full of wild cursive. He couldn't see what was written for a while.

Based on his understanding of Mo Junting, the more sloppy he writes, the worse his mood will be.

What can make him unable to understand, the mood is absolutely bad to the extreme.

Standing at the door, Ling Feng looked at Mo Junting's stern side face, then at his hand showing some veins, and finally at the wild grass on the table, thinking about the reason why Mo Junting was in a bad mood.

The imperial family has been relatively calm recently and can be ruled out.

The major groups under Mo Junting's control didn't have any problems, so it shouldn't matter.

So, it has something to do with Yan Zhixin?

Generally speaking, if Mo Junting walked out of her room in the morning, he would not be in a bad mood.

Why is it so different this time?
Dissatisfied with desire last night?

...That won't be a bad day, you can make persistent efforts tonight.

Not durable enough?
With Mo Junting's strength, coupled with his frequent medicinal meals, is it possible?
They had a fight?
Mo Junting never quarrels with others, he only kills them directly!
Besides, Mo Junting went in in the middle of the night and came out early, Yan Zhixin was asleep, how could they quarrel?

Could it be——Yan Zhixin woke up in the middle of the night?

Think about how Yan Zhixin went out early and hasn't returned yet...

Ling Feng pondered over the details, feeling a little confident in his heart, just in time to see Mo Junting finished writing the last stroke, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Mo Junting looked up at him.

Ling Feng immediately offered the drink with both hands: "Drink some water to moisten your throat."

Mo Junting didn't answer, and there was a ruthless aura all over his body, his handsome face was ruthless, and his eyes were colder than a sword: "If you fart, let it go!"

Under the overwhelming pressure, Ling Feng bowed and said, "Miss Yan found you last night?"

Snapped!
The brush in Mo Junting's hand broke in two.

Ling Feng: "..."

A murderous look flashed across Mo Junting's eyes: "Huh?"

At that moment, Ling Feng almost thought that his head was lost, and hurriedly said: "Miss Yan hasn't returned since she went out in the morning. Could it be that she is avoiding you?"

(End of this chapter)