The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 509
The old king asked Ling Shan cheekily, and Ling Shan didn't hide it from him: "You can see it when you open the fruit basket."

He faintly sensed something was wrong, and stretched out his hand to tear open the package of the fruit basket.

Then, I saw those two boxes of condoms!
How dare she put such a thing in the fruit basket? !

This kind of thing is not only shameless, but also tantamount to provoking the relationship between Mo Junting and his beloved woman, no wonder Mo Junting is so angry!

Where will his face be put when the news spreads?
The old king was startled and angry: "Janeer, come out!"

Janelle just hid in her room and cried.

The old king shouted: "Come here, give her to me..."

Before he finished speaking, he was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath, and fell backwards.

Suddenly, Wheatfield Xiaoju was in chaos.

Fortunately, the doctors, medical staff, and medical equipment in the nursing home are equipped with top-level equipment, and they don't panic and immediately implement methodical first aid in case of trouble.

Janeer heard something wrong in the room, and ran out in a hurry, stunned when she saw it.

Looking at the closed door of the emergency room, she was both surprised and angry, staring at Ling Shan and said: "It's you, it's you who made my grandpa so angry, right?"

Ling Shan glanced at her indifferently.

She was in a hurry, picked up something and hit him: "Speak up!"

Ling Shan's expression remained indifferent: "Do you know what the responsibility is for personally attacking the official staff of the nursing home?"

Janeer was furious: "Get out! Get out of here!"

Ling Shan didn't even move, and didn't look at her again.

After the first aid was over, the old king recovered his breath. After confirming that he was out of danger, he bowed and left.

Janelle lay beside the old king and cried: "Grandpa, how are you doing, grandpa?"

Regardless of the medical staff's stop, the old king sat up from the hospital bed angrily: "How dare you put that kind of thing in the fruit basket? How dare you?!"

Janeer didn't dare to admit it, and said evasively: "What? I just sent fruit, I didn't do anything!"

Even Lin Lan couldn't hide this cunning, let alone a 90-year-old man.

The old king pointed at her, couldn't catch his breath, and fell down again.

The medical staff were busy once again.

For an old man of this age, even the slightest disturbance would kill half of his life. Janeer was in a panic, but this time even Ling Shan was gone. She stared blankly at the medical staff coming in and out, at a loss for what to do.

The doctor was busy until midnight before rescuing the old king again.

Jian Nier didn't dare to visit him, after much deliberation, she felt that this matter was still Mo Junting's fault.

He didn't want to throw away the fruit basket, so why did he have to send it back?Still in front of her grandfather, isn't this deliberately making her grandfather lose face?
Like a bone stuck in her throat, she didn't sleep well all night, so she went to ask Mo Junting at dawn.

At this time, Yan Zhixin was running with Mo Junting.

Mo Junting was used to getting up early in the morning to exercise, and even forcibly broke into her room to pull her up. Facing the door without any control, Yan Zhixin could only agree with tears in her eyes.

Early morning is the busiest time in the nursing home. At this time, the air is particularly fresh. The old people living in various villas go out one after another to exercise or breathe fresh air.

When we meet on the road, even if we don't know each other, Yan Zhixin will habitually say hello.

But for some reason, Yan Zhixin always felt that the old people looked at the two of them differently than usual.

Fun?Explore?Nothing like it, a complex feeling that is hard to describe.

After running a certain distance, she carefully poked Mo Junting's arm: "Did something happen today?"

(End of this chapter)