The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 652 That is a place full of love

Has he learned to love?

Does he know how to love?

At that time, he had no answer.

Until, nearly ten years later, he ran into Yan Zhixin at the Intercontinental Hotel.

At that moment, the longing buried in the deepest part of his heart that he didn't realize seemed to surge up without warning, forming a monstrous wave that submerged him in an instant.

He followed his heart's desire, kidnapped her, robbed her, and brought her back to the castle regardless of her wishes.

It seemed that as long as he trapped her by his side, the vacancy in his heart could be filled.

However, she escaped.

In the countless disputes and collisions with her, when he wanted to strangle her to death, he finally learned restraint and patience, and gradually learned love and tenderness.

His greatest luck is that Yan Zhixin forgave him for all the excessive things he did before and is still willing to like him.

Mo Junting got up from the darkness, went out, turned around, and quietly opened the door of Yan Zhixin's bedroom.

She has fallen asleep.

Her face was quiet, her breathing was long, half covered with the quilt, a pair of moons were exposed in the air, her black hair fell on the pillow, slightly revealing her white neck, she looked sweet and (tempting).

Lying on her bed, he hugged her hard into his arms, and he kissed her lips softly, with vague words overflowing from the corner of his lips: "Good night, my girl."

After falling asleep, for some reason, he suddenly dreamed of the time when he had a fever at Xie's house.

She rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find antipyretics for him, and then ran up and down to pour him boiling water. She didn't know that he was trying to tease her, so he despised the cold water for a while, and the hot water for a while, and deliberately made her sweat profusely while running.

He obviously annoyed her, but when he was sick, she was the first to find out, and she was also taking care of him.

Later, He's mother sent him to the hospital.

Mrs. Xie and Mrs. Xie got the news from Mother He, put off work on the spot, asked for leave and came back to accompany him, cook porridge for him, wipe his sweat, and feed him medicine...

The porridge they cook is far inferior to the top chef hired by the Mo family.

However, that time, he inexplicably tasted warmth and love in it.

They cared about him wholeheartedly.

It wasn't because he was the great-grandson of Mrs. Mo, nor was it because of his power, status and money, they treated him as a grandson like Yan Zhixin.

Even He Ma is much more attentive than the well-trained servants of the Mo family.

That was the first time he felt what it was like to be treated wholeheartedly.

He still remembered that after the fever subsided and woke up, he saw Yan Zhixin lying on his bedside, blinking her eyes at him, and when he woke up, she smiled at him, her eyes curved like crescent moons, Soft and cuddly.

She said, "Brother Mo Mo, you are amazing. You even recovered from your fever so quickly. I had a fever for almost three days last time."

He snorted: "Is this considered powerful?"

She held her face, looked at him seriously and said, "Anyway, among the people I know, you are the most powerful. It seems that nothing can trouble you. It seems that with you here, you don't have to worry about anything."

From childhood to adulthood, he has heard countless compliments.

Nobody's compliments were as earnest and simple as hers, but they just made him feel very happy.

The little girl dragged him to the door, and in front of the scale that Mrs. Xie had drawn for her to measure her height, she said excitedly, "Every time I get a fever, I grow taller. Come and measure my height." How much higher..."

Vaguely, he understood the reason why old master Mo let him live in Xie's house.

It really is a place of love.

(End of this chapter)