The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 537
Mo Junting put away the tablet, turned sideways, picked Yan Zhixin from the chair, and put it in his arms.

The stewardess' eyes almost popped out.

What's happening here?
How could he hug a woman?
Isn't she dreaming?
As the flight attendant on Mo Junting's private plane, she sees Mo Junting more times than his parents every year.

For so many years, she has never seen a woman by his side.

Even if you have taken a woman on a plane, it is by kidnapping.

As the only woman in the crew, the crew even joked privately that if there was an opportunity, she might be able to tie the knot with Mo Junting.

Although the stewardess said it was impossible, she also had a little fantasy in her heart.

What if it happens?

This time, when he boarded the plane with Yan Zhixin and let Yan Zhixin sit beside him, she was already extremely surprised.

But who knows...

Yan Zhixin was suddenly moved, her body shrank unconsciously, and fell into Mo Junting's arms, feeling the familiar reassuring breath, she took the initiative to nest into his arms.

He stretched out his hand to brush away the hair on the edge of her cheek, looked at the peaceful sleeping face, lightly kissed her on the lips, and then raised his hand to signal the stewardess to cover her with the blanket.

The dumbfounded stewardess: "..."

The cold and abstinent Bingshan Emperor turned into a gentle and loving warm man in a second. The shock was too great, and she couldn't recover from it at all.

Mo Junting saw her holding the blanket motionless, his brows frowned, and just as he was about to speak, Ling Feng, who had been paying attention to Mo Junting and Yan Zhixin's movements, stepped forward quickly, took the blanket from the flight attendant's hand and gently covered Yan Zhixin's body , and then bowed back.

The stewardess just woke up like a dream, and walked to the rear of the cabin with hands and feet.

Ling Feng walked back to his seat, saw that Ling Shan and Ling Bai both looked like they were stuffed with dog food, raised their eyebrows and smiled, and waved to the stewardess: "Here are three glasses of champagne."

The flight attendant quickly calmed down, poured champagne for them, and asked casually, "What do you want to celebrate?"

Ling Feng raised his glass: "Celebrate the young master's happy life, and also celebrate our escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

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After getting off the plane, Mo Junting followed Yan Zhixin's original choice and went back to the old house of the Mo family.

Ling Shan, the omnipotent butler, arranged everything in an orderly manner in advance, Yan Zhixin finished dinner without incident, and returned to Xie's house on the pretext of taking a stroll.

She thought that after going out for more than a month, the flowers and plants were dying, if not withered, but when she walked into the yard, she found that the flowers and plants were thriving, and there were still crystal drops of water rolling on the flowers and leaves.

It didn't rain in the sea market, did someone just water it?

I called and asked, and it turned out that my grandfather gave Master Zhou a key to the yard before leaving, and he would come to water every evening.

Yan Zhixin was relieved, took out the key, opened the door and walked back to her room. Seeing that Yan Lanxin was still persistently calling her, she picked up the phone casually.

Yan Lanxin called for three days in a row, more than ten calls a day, and her patience was exhausted, as soon as Yan Zhixin answered, she couldn't help complaining: "Sister, why don't you answer my call, do you still blame me? "

Yan Zhixin said with a half smile but not a smile: "Yes."

Yan Lan choked on the spot, but quickly reacted, and said aggrievedly: "I haven't called you for so long, you should blame me. If scolding me can make you happier, then scold me."

(End of this chapter)