The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 649 Inkstone, Thank You
Mo Junting felt a little cold.

His mother will always live in her own world, and even if she is asked such a question face to face, she will still not reflect on her behavior, not even for a second.

Yan Zhixin did not continue to chat with Ning Xianya.

Pointless.

Because no one can wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

Yan Zhixin got up and left the table.

When she opened the door, just as she took a step, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out beside her, hugging her inside unexpectedly.

When she was about to struggle, she felt the familiar breath and strength, and her body softened all of a sudden, allowing him to hold her.

Mo Junting leaned his chin on her shoulder, and kept tightening his arms around her, as if he was looking for what he needed in her, something that could save him.

The sound of Ning Xianya throwing a teacup came from the private room.

Yan Zhi's heart skipped a beat, worried that Mo Junting would be angry that she had annoyed his mother.

But he whispered in her ear: "Yanzhi, thank you."

She looked at him unexpectedly, there was a little mist in his eyes, as if he was sad, she wanted to see clearly, the man said again: "Let's go back."

Back in Mo Junting's room, the two of them sat on the large sofa, and the blackout curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire wall were drawn, and the two of them just looked at the night scenery of the sea outside.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Junting finally spoke again, and said something endless: "My parents are married through politics."

Yan Zhixin looked at him in surprise.

His voice was very soft, like the mist rising from the sea at night.

"In every generation of the Mohist family, there are many people who fight to become the heir. In the previous generation, in order to become the heir, my father chose a political marriage, hoping to use the power of his relatives to sit in that position - my mother is a famous lady, a financial Doctor, the little princess of the Ning family, is a very ideal candidate."

Yan Zhixin understood a little bit: "So, does your mother want you and Qi Tianzi to be together?"

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled up, with a half-smile and seven-point sarcasm, but he didn't refute her words, he just continued talking.

Mo Mingcheng is very satisfied with Ning Xianya from such a background.

The other competitors were worried that Mo Mingcheng and Ning Xianya would form a strong alliance, and they would make trouble or even secretly poach the wall, and finally it would turn into a big fight among the competitors, which almost caused a scandal.

In a fit of rage, Old Master Mo disqualified everyone of that generation from competing.

The current head of the Mo family is Mo Yuanbo, and the next generation head will be Mo Junting.

Although Mo Mingcheng lost the qualification to compete, he still married Ning Xianya as agreed.

But no one thought that Ning Xianya, the ideal candidate, was actually very different from the ideal.

As a lady from a famous family, she only knows how to buy, buy, and beautify herself. Today she plays cards with this noble lady, and tomorrow she has a short relationship with that noble lady Zhang's parents and Li's family.

As a Ph.D. in finance, she studied only because her family did not lack money and did not need her to go out to work. She continued to study until she graduated with a Ph.D., but her familiarity with basic theories was not as good as that of undergraduate graduates.

As the little princess of the Ning family, she has been held in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and she can get what she wants. After marrying into the Mo family, she took it for granted that the Mo family would treat her as a little princess, and everything was done according to her wishes. In that case, she would cry.

Mo Mingcheng thought it was only short-term, so he endured it.

Unexpectedly, 20 years have passed, and Ning Xianya hasn't gotten the hang of it. Instead, the more she works, the smaller her pattern becomes, and she clings to trivial matters every day.

(End of this chapter)