The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 631 Pocket money higher than annual salary

For the first time, Yan Zhixin discovered that the dauntingly stern and daunting Young Master Bingshan was actually easy to coax...

She pursed her lips and laughed for a while, then sat down beside him and helped him pick up vegetables.

After dinner happily, the two of them took a walk under the long corridor of wisteria.

The night is quiet, the evening breeze is blowing, the flowers and leaves are swaying with the wind, and the dreamy colors are glowing under the light, which is within reach.

Mo Junting stood under the light, the crystal-clear light fell on his face like tiny stars.

It looks as if it came out of a painting.

It's dazzling.

"Mo Junting."

Yan Zhixin stopped and called his name.

Mo Junting's footsteps paused slightly, and his eyes were stained with displeasure: "Brother Mo Mo."

Yan Zhixin made a grimace at him, took out the black card he gave before and handed it to him: "I'll give it back to you."

Mo Junting didn't answer: "If it's given to you, it's yours."

Yan Zhixin pursed her lips and said, "I don't need it."

Mo Junting said lightly, "As pocket money."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

How many zeros more than her annual salary of Emperor Entertainment should be given to her as pocket money?
Just laughing at her for not being able to earn pocket money?

Yan Zhixin stuffed the card into his chest depressedly: "I don't want it, hum!"

Mo Junting frowned slightly, and was about to speak, but when she saw the Tibetan mastiff galloping towards him, she had already opened her arms and happily hugged its neck: "Yanxin, long time no see, you have grown much stronger."

Mo Junting: "..."

For no reason, I thought of what Ling Feng once said: "Master, if you want her to like you, you probably have to defeat the Tibetan Mastiff first." Mo Junting was in a bad mood.

Yan Zhixin played with the Tibetan mastiff for a while, then brought it up to Mo Junting, and directed it to perform for him.

It's a joy to perform.

Yan Zhixin was also very happy to direct.

Only Mo Junting kept his face tense the whole time.

Yan Zhixin was a little puzzled, but she still didn't let the Tibetan Mastiff continue to perform, handed it to the animal trainer, raised her eyes and asked, "Are you tired?"

Mo Junting remained silent.

Yan Zhixin guessed again: "Sleepy? The wound hurts?"

Mo Junting still didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the castle.

Yan Zhixin curled her lips and followed behind him.

Mo Junting returned to the room and went straight to the bathroom.

Yan Zhixin was about to turn around when Mo Junting's frosty voice rang out, "Come here and help me wipe my body."

ha?
Yan Zhixin looked at him in horror: "This...isn't appropriate?"

Mo Junting looked coldly: "You are not suitable, who is suitable?"

Yan Zhixin's small face was flushed red, and she said incoherently: "I, I... I... I have never done this kind of thing for others, I have no experience... Are you looking for Ling Feng?"

Mo Junting's face darkened slightly: "Ling Feng is a doctor, so he's not in charge of this."

Yan Zhixin said again: "Shall I call a servant?"

After finishing speaking, she didn't dare to look into his eyes, turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, the man's slender arms came from behind and wrapped around her waist, threatening in his voice: "This is the duty of the fiancée."

Yan Zhixin blurted out: "Who are you—?"

Before the words fell, the rest of the voices turned into groaning struggles.

Yan Zhi wanted to punch him.

But in the end, considering that he was injured, he didn't dare to move and could only stand still.

However, once he bullied her, it would be endless.

I'm so angry!
Mo Junting didn't let her go until he was satisfied with the kiss, his voice was so low that it was almost hoarse: "Hey, come here."

(End of this chapter)