The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 418 Come Kiss

Inexplicably, he was stuffed with an amateur sport that he didn't know much about. When Yan Zhixin walked out of the old man's villa, she wanted to ask Mo Junting, but she held back the words.

With his personality, he would probably say that he can learn it after a while.

Anyway, it's a holiday now, anyway, there's no need to go back for the time being, Yan Zhixin thought desperately, let's just learn.

After all, not everyone can have the opportunity to learn from the former CEO of the Moore Consortium, even if it is skateboarding...

After getting in the car, Mo Junting didn't start the car immediately, but put his hands on the back of her chair, stared at her with deep eyes, and said in a charming and sexy voice, "How can you thank me?"

Yan Zhixin blinked blankly, then realized something, and stared at him vigilantly: "How can you thank me?"

Mo Junting put his face close to her mouth: "Dear."

Yan Zhixin: "?"

Looking at him in surprise for a few seconds, Yan Zhixin let out a "puchi" laugh, and then rolled on the seat laughing.

Mo Junting became a little angry from embarrassment: "Huh?"

Yan Zhixin explained with a smile: "Lin Lan has a cousin who is three years old today. His favorite thing to do is to stick his face in front of adults and shout, 'Sister, kiss'."

After finishing speaking, she found that his face was a bit indescribable, worried that he would be angry, she quickly shrank to the side, but her shoulders still shrugged, and she couldn't help but want to laugh.

Mo Junting looked at her fixedly, then leaned over to press her... Yan Zhixin was startled: "What are you doing?"

In response to her, Mo Junting pulled her seat belt over her body and inserted it into the socket, making a crisp "pop".

Well, she was thinking too much.

Yan Zhixin felt a little embarrassed, and was about to pretend to look outside to see the scenery, when the man's face suddenly magnified in front of her eyes, and with a "paw", he kissed her on the forehead.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting put on his usual face, fastened his seat belt and started the car.

Yan Zhixin pursed her lips, hummed in her heart, and decided not to argue with him.

The car was very quiet. In order to avoid embarrassment, Yan Zhixin took out her mobile phone to search for the basic knowledge of skateboarding. Suddenly, the car braked suddenly, and she almost bumped her head into the windshield, and quickly raised her head.

The person who stopped the car was a bit familiar. She had only seen it the day before, a thin old man with alloy legs on his legs.

"Big nephew," the old man rushed to the front of the car, hugged the car mirror and did not withdraw his hand, crying, "The days of convalescence are too hard. I bought a new car, and they won't let me drive it. If I die, I will die." I can’t step on the accelerator. You can do it!”

Mo Junting glanced at the old man expressionlessly, and waved to the medical staff standing helplessly at the side, who immediately rushed over, picked him up and left.

The old man cried as he struggled: "Don't! The doctor said I won't live for half a year. I'm a decent racing driver. If I can't die on the track, I will die in the car anyway. That kind lady, don't you think so?"

Yan Zhixin touched her nose innocently.

She doesn't know anything.

She is only in charge of watching.

Mo Junting frowned slightly, and stopped the medical staff: "So?"

"Let me try the new car?" The old man stopped crying immediately, with a flattering expression on his face, "Nephew, do you still practice driving? I will teach you all the treasures at the bottom of the box, so you let me go for a few more days?"

Mo Junting lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, but did not respond immediately.

Yan Zhixin looked at the old man's constant expression from the side, and felt that he was a talent, the ability to cry when he said it, and stop it when he said it, was simply a showman.

Mo Junting pondered for a while.

The old man couldn't hold back, and was about to speak when Mo Junting suddenly pointed at Yan Zhixin: "How about her?"

(End of this chapter)