The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 678 Say I'm Sorry In A Dream
Mo Junting habitually embraced her in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

For a long time, there was no answer.

In the quiet night, Yan Zhixin's rapid breathing could be clearly heard.

Under the palm, she could feel her body trembling slightly.

Mo Junting opened his eyes and looked at her through the faint light.

Eyes closed, trembling.

Having nightmares?
He was about to wake her up, she curled up in his arms, the raving sounded again, choked with sobs: "I'm sorry, Brother Mo Mo, I'm sorry..."

uh-huh?

I'm sorry for what?
In the dream, Yan Zhixin seemed to have returned to that afternoon again.

The bad man who robbed her took her to the Diting Intercontinental Hotel.

The only difference from the reality is that suddenly, Mo Junting opened the door and walked in.

She really didn't know what to do.

She looked at Mo Junting who was walking towards her step by step, feeling sad and desperate, she could only say "I'm sorry" to him over and over again.

In the midst of the torment, her temperature rose little by little...

……

Mo Junting completely lost sleepiness.

The slender one brushed aside the messy strands of hair sticking to her face, touched her fiery forehead, her eyes sank slightly, and then touched other places, which were also hot.

fever?

Mo Junting got up and dressed, and called Ling Feng.

Five minutes later, Ling Feng came in and asked Mo Junting to brush her bangs away, took a forehead thermometer to measure her temperature, and said, "5°."

Sure enough, it was a fever.

Let Yan Zhixin take antipyretics before dawn.

In order not to disturb her sleep, Mo Junting opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, walked into the terrace garden of the presidential suite, and asked, "Why does she have a fever?"

Ling Feng wanted to ask him this question even more.

"Excessive thinking, qi and blood stagnation, coupled with fatigue, weakened body immunity." Ling Feng frowned and said, "Last month, her complexion was very good, how could this be?"

Neither had an answer.

The person involved is sleeping again.

It's not good for Ling Feng to stay there and disturb him, so he said: "It's not a big problem, you can go to sleep for a while, and when she sweats, the fever will start to subside. I'll come back at dawn."

When Mo Junting returned to the bed, Yan Zhixin felt the warmth from his body, subconsciously got into his arms, hugged him tightly, and absorbed the warmth that belonged to him.

Mo Junting put his hand on her forehead, and his fingertips unconsciously slid across her slender eyebrows, the handsome bridge of the nose, and landed on her burnt red lips, depicting the shape of her cherry lips. Low whisper: "Is there anything that can make you overthink?"

Grandparents?impossible.

Yan family?It is also impossible.

Could it be his biological father?
After Yan Zhixin took the antipyretics, she stopped raving and couldn't answer his question.

Its daybreak.

Mo Junting picked up the phone and ordered Su Nianci to help Yan Zhixin ask for leave from the film crew, and asked her to cook porridge for Yan Zhixin for breakfast in the kitchen equipped with the presidential suite.

Su Nianci was a little surprised.

At the beginning, she wanted to become Ling Shan's assistant, so she learned a lot about housekeeping, including cooking.

But after arriving by Yan Zhixin's side, she thought that she had no chance at all.

Unexpectedly, one day Mo Junting would give her the opportunity to enter his presidential suite!

So close!

Su Nianci's heart beat wildly, she wanted to look at him more, but she didn't dare, because the porridge accidentally added a little more salt...

For ordinary people, just eat a little salty.

But there is no such word in Mo Junting's dictionary.

Of course Su Nianci didn't dare to let him settle down.

(End of this chapter)