The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 682 Made a Small Money

Mu Hanxiao felt that he offered a very sincere condition.

At least he thought that this condition was already quite generous for the trivial matter of Yan Zhixin's illness.

Seeing Mo Junting's disdainful look, he was pinched another seven inches, so he had no choice but to give up the initiative of asking the price: "What do you think?"

Mo Junting said indifferently: "Ten percent of the profits of "Hunting"."

Mu Hanxiao jumped up on the spot and cursed: "Fuck your ten percent, you are stealing money!"

Resisting the urge to splash coffee on Jun Ting's face, he held back his breath and said, "Master Bingshan, although Sheng Yi is the biggest investor in "Hunting", he has no right to agree to this condition on behalf of "Hunting". Forget it , Ms. Yan's illness is also due to my poor care, and the profit of "Hunting" is [-]%, no more, otherwise everyone will rebel, and I don't want to mess around."

Mo Junting looked at him with a very calm expression: "Nine percent."

Mu Hanxiao just wanted to vomit blood.

Every time I meet Mo Junting, nothing good happens.

If he had known that he would have to pay such a high price, he would not have come to the Intercontinental Hotel if he was killed.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Four percent."

Mo Junting didn't talk nonsense with him, he got up and wanted to leave.

"5.00%!"

Mu Han looked sad and indignant.

It wasn't him who made Yan Zhixin sick.

He gritted his teeth and said, "This is the highest price I can give. No matter how high it is, I can only call all the crew and investors of "Hunting" to discuss it."

Mo Junting accepts when he sees a deal: "Deal."

Mu Hanxiao: "..."

The meat hurts.

My heart hurts.

Ahhhhh!
After causing Mu Hanxiao to bleed heavily, Mo Junting stopped by to inspect the Intercontinental Hotel, and returned to the presidential suite at noon to wake Yan Zhixin up for lunch.

Walking into the bedroom, he saw the girl on the bed who had wrapped herself in a quilt like a cocoon, blushing as beautifully as a peach blossom. You made a fortune, got up and invited me to dinner."

Yan Zhixin slept soundly, and did not respond to his words at all.

It doesn't even wake up, it's like a little pig.

Mo Junting reached out to pinch the tip of her nose and touched her hot skin. His eyes dimmed, and he took the forehead thermometer and pointed it at her forehead to test it.

39.2°.

Burned again!
Burning worse than at night!

He suspected that she wasn't asleep at all, but had a fever.

Mo Junting went into the bathroom and took a towel, wet it, wrung it dry and applied it on her forehead, then called Ling Feng.

Ling Feng quickly did a routine blood test, and pondered: "It doesn't make much sense to use antipyretics. If you want to reduce fever quickly, you can get an injection. However, injections are not the best way."

Mo Junting frowned: "What should I do?"

"The body temperature should not rise anymore. You can try to use physical cooling methods." Ling Feng glanced at the blood routine report, "Let her mobilize her own defense system to kill the germs. The fever lasts longer, but it will affect the body. Better yet, I'll make her something cold."

Cold compresses, body scrubs, baths, and drinking cold water are almost all suitable for intimate people.

So, after Ling Feng made the drink, Mo Junting asked him to leave, and personally waited on the burning girl on the bed.

Apply, apply, wipe.

Forehead, neck, underarms, lower abdomen, triangle area, limbs...

Mo Junting wiped her with a big towel soaked in water. She probably felt cold and kept rubbing against his arms like a kitten. If he was not careful, he would get water on her body.

(End of this chapter)