The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 645 He Will Be Sad Too

Yan Zhixin was a little surprised, and looked at the location of Mo Junting's wound: "Is there any problem?"

Mo Junting's thin lips parted slightly: "No problem."

Ning Xianya and Qi Tianzi were a little confused, not knowing what charades they were playing.

Yan Zhixin was relieved.

He picked up the peeled shrimp in the bowl and put it in his mouth to chew. After chewing, he continued to pick up vegetables for Mo Junting.

Mo Junting didn't know whether it was on purpose or not, once she pinched him, he would reciprocate once.

It was obvious that four people were eating, but they seemed to be living in a world of two, completely ignoring the two of them.

Qi Tianzi couldn't stand it anymore, and said in an aggrieved tone: "Aunt Ning, when I was strolling in the garden this afternoon, a dog rushed out and scared me."

Ning Xianya frowned and said, "Why are there dogs in the garden? Are you injured?"

That concerned tone, as if Qi Tianzi was her own daughter.

Yan Zhixin looked at Mo Junting again with sympathetic eyes.

Afterwards, Ning Xianya also looked at Mo Junting: "Why isn't the dog tied up? What if someone hurts someone?"

Mo Junting's voice was heartless: "This is not a place for outsiders to come. People who land on the island without my consent are only worthy of being food for Tibetan mastiffs."

Qi Tianzi originally wanted to take the opportunity of complaining about Yan Zhixin's faults, but after being blocked by Mo Junting, and then thinking of the scene of the Tibetan Mastiff showing its teeth and claws at her, her face turned pale.

Mo Junting watched Yan Zhixin put down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully: "I'm done eating, you guys take your time."

After finishing speaking, she dragged Yan Zhixin away.

After dinner, the two took a walk in the garden as usual.

As night fell, the lights in the garden came on one after another, making the garden extraordinarily quiet.

Standing under the street lamp, Yan Zhixin looked up at Mo Junting, his expression was very calm, if she hadn't been paying attention, she wouldn't be able to see any emotion in him at all.

However, she had seen him really relaxed.

No matter how calm his face was in front of her, she could feel a trace of sadness in his mountain-like eyes.

"Brother Mo Mo."

Yan Zhixin wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know how to speak.

He is such a proud person, any verbal comfort may not be what he wants for him.

She was silent for a while, and finally said nothing, just opened her hands and gave him a warm hug.

Mo Junting looked down at her, and the street lamps shone on their figures, seeming to fuse them into one.

The surrounding area was dark as dark as ink, and in this dark night, it seemed that only the two of them were left in the whole world.

He moved his fingers slightly, raised his hand to pull her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

Through the thin clothes, Yan Zhixin could feel each other's warmth and heartbeat, and even the strength of his hug and his sadness.

She stroked his back lightly with her hand, and suddenly heard rustling sounds from the quiet garden on the front right, she poked her head slightly out of Mo Junting's arms, and saw a flower bush next to him On the ground, half of the figure was reflected by the street lights.

With a thought, Yan Zhixin raised her head and hooked her fingers at Mo Junting.

Mo Junting leaned over habitually, Yan Zhixin immediately hugged his neck instead, and tiptoed to kiss his lips.

Soft and warm, it seems to dispel all the coolness.

Without hesitation, Mo Junting turned against the guest, showing his (aggressive) nature, and the kiss was like a sea of ​​stars, brilliant and turbulent, engulfing her.

Snapped!
Behind the flowers, someone trampled off the flower branches.

Yan Zhixin watched that figure go away with a hint of cunning in her eyes.

Hmph, pissed her off!
(End of this chapter)