The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 630 Ask for Feeding

Ling Feng is always on call.

Professionally and carefully helped Mo Junting to deal with the open wound, and told him not to make fun of the wound in the future, then raised his head and his eyes fell on Mo Junting's face.

It's hard for ordinary people to see Mo Junting's real situation under the cover of coldness, but he can.

He could tell at a glance that Mo Junting hadn't slept enough.

So, he asked a lot: "Master, don't you want to sleep for a while?"

Mo Junting rarely showed a bit of grievance: "She won't let me sleep."

After thinking about it for a while, Ling Feng understood.

If you get a good night's sleep, you will most likely wake up before five o'clock in the morning.

It was too early to get up at that time, spending time lying in bed - after all, Mo Junting couldn't even do (joy) (love).

Wake up now, have dinner, take a walk, and sleep in a few hours, just in time to sleep until dawn, and wake up just in time for the opening ceremony.

If he could figure it out, Mo Junting would definitely understand it too.

Therefore, the grievance can only be caused by a quarrel between the two of them.

Ling Feng wanted to laugh wickedly, but he didn't show it at all on his face: "I have prepared a medicinal meal, and the wound will heal faster after you eat it and then sleep."

Mo Junting restrained his emotions and asked, "How is Ling Shan?"

This time, Ling Shan went out with him, but she also came back lying down, more seriously injured than him.

It had been several years since Mo Junting had been injured so heavily. When he spoke, he couldn't help exuding an indescribable coldness, as if he had just walked out of a mountain of swords and blood a few days ago.

Ling Feng paused for packing up the medical equipment, and replied, "I'll wake up tomorrow morning at the latest."

Mo Junting said "Yes", "Take care of him."

Ling Feng got up: "Yes, young master."

During the time when Ling Feng was treating Mo Junting's wound, Yan Zhixin didn't watch from the side, but went outside the balcony to calm her mood.

When she regained her mood, Mo Junting, who was sitting on the bed, had changed her nightgown into casual clothes with the help of Ling Feng.

Seeing Yan Zhixin walk in, he hooked his fingers together: "Are you hungry? Go eat."

The two went to the restaurant.

Mo Junting was injured on his left shoulder blade, his left hand was inconvenient, but he could still use his right hand.

But he doesn't want to use it.

While eating, he intentionally or unintentionally looked at Yan Zhixin, and deliberately made noises to attract her attention.

Yan Zhixin quickly noticed.

She thought it was a little funny.

The dignified Bingshan Emperor would beg for attention like a child when he was injured.

Or rather, begging for feeding.

After laughing, I felt a little sad again.

He is obviously the proud son of heaven, and the existence that everyone envies and hates, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that perhaps in the imperial family, he was not treated as a child when he was a child, but just an heir.

An heir who needs to make everything perfect.

He may only show a little grievance and ask for more attention than usual only when he is injured.

This explained why he would still return to Haishi to visit her grandparents after being away for many years, and was willing to spend so much money and so much thought on recuperating for her grandpa.

Because, from the beginning to the end, his grandparents treated him as an ordinary child and loved him dearly.

When Yan Zhixin was thinking about this, the corners of Mo Junting's lips, who was sitting across from her, already formed a straight line.

Unhappy.

don't want to eat.

As soon as he put down his chopsticks, Yan Zhixin stood up one step ahead of him.

She walked to his side, leaned over and kissed his lips under his expectant eyes.

The curvature of the corner of the lips was instantly softened...

(End of this chapter)