The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 508 The control is handed over to you
But Mo Junting let her go, his eyes were deep, his voice seemed to contain something, and there was an extra softness: "Move to my room to sleep, I will give you the absolute control of the villa, how much privacy do you want?" All right."

Yan Zhixin said angrily: "If you move to your room, you won't have any privacy at all!"

She will never move!
Yan Zhixin pushed him out of the door viciously, closed the door with a "bang", and said flatly, "You will bully me."

But as soon as he left, she somehow felt that the room was a bit empty.

Between his lips and teeth, his cold fragrance seemed to have not dissipated.

The feeling of his embrace still remained in the body.

Yan Zhixin kicked the door resentfully, threw herself on the bed, and covered her face with the quilt.

what with what.

Why did he break into her room so confidently and ask her to move to his room?
But she is so disappointing.

To be angry because another woman gave him that, to fall because of his tenderness, to be angry because of his hug...

What a breakdown!
She wanted to consult the expert Lin Lan again, but after thinking about it, she didn't ask, and instead deleted the chat history between the two of them - if he broke in suddenly at any time, she would really have no privacy at all.

It took a long time to finally suppress the secret thoughts in her heart, Yan Zhixin let out a soft breath, and fell asleep peacefully.

She didn't know that the small house in the wheat field was in a mess right now.

Janelle's fruit basket was returned to The Rye with the fruit and sleeves,

Ling Shan went to retreat in person.

When he arrived at the small house in the wheat field, Ling Shan asked the servant to put down the fruit basket, and under the puzzled eyes of the old king, he said succinctly: "As a visitor to the nursing home, Miss Janeer broke the rules and gave gifts, causing the young master to be angry, and has now been blacklisted in the nursing home." , please leave within 24 hours, and you are not allowed to enter within five years, this is a gift from Ms. Jane, please take it back. Wheatfield Xiaoju warns once."

The old king looked at the fruit basket, and his face immediately turned dark.

He knew the rules of the nursing home, and he had instructed Janeer, but he didn't expect her to still commit the crime knowingly.

The old king said angrily: "You actually went to give gifts without telling me? What did I tell you last night?"

Jian Nier didn't expect that her fruit basket would be returned in front of her grandpa, and at this moment, facing her grandpa's questioning, her face turned red and then pale: "I don't mean anything else, I just gave a fruit basket! "

The old king was furious: "You...you pack up my things and go home immediately!"

Jian Nier is a daughter born to her parents in their late fifties. She has been doted on since she was a child. Not to mention being taught a lesson in front of outsiders, she has almost never been taught a lesson in private.

Now being scolded by her grandpa pointing at her face, she couldn't help but let out a "wow" and ran back to the room crying.

The old king was so angry that his chest heaved up and down.

Ling Shan reminded at the right time: "Old man, don't be so angry that your body is broken."

The old king sighed deeply: "This child, this child is spoiled, I will ask him personally tomorrow."

Ling Shan said indifferently: "Master's schedule is full tomorrow, so there is no need to plead guilty, he knows that your old man has no intentions."

How to say it, but Mai Tian Xiaoju was warned!

Three warnings means moving out of the nursing home.

Jian Nier was directly pulled into the blacklist, and Mo Junting's mood can be imagined!

Thinking of this, the old king couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Because of his similar age, he and old master Mo have always had a good relationship.

It was indeed against the rules for Jian Nier to send fruit baskets, but she didn't make a big mistake, why would Mo Junting be so angry?
(End of this chapter)