The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 715 He is the most handsome

Mo Junting's slightly blue eyes turned dark blue like the starry sky in the dark night at some point, and his thin lips curled up when he heard the words: "You go to the airport now, take the latest flight, and you will be able to return to Haishi just before midnight."

Yan Zhi raised her fist angrily and beat him.

I'm so angry!
I want to punch him in the face so much!

She punched him decisively, aiming straight at the tip of his nose.

According to the past, Mo Junting would definitely reach out and hold her fist.

But this time, he didn't.

He just stared at her without blinking his eyes.

That gaze is not only calm, but also a kind of determination.

I'm sure she won't hit it.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She really couldn't punch him in the face in full view.

Forcibly retracting her fist, Mo Junting's playful laughter came from above his head. He held her fist, pulled it to his lips and kissed: "Come, let me introduce my family to you."

Yan Zhixin trembled suddenly: "Your family?"

Ever since she met Ning Xianya, she was a little guilty of his family.

Do members of the imperial family have any bad thoughts about her?

After thinking about it, she had seen Mr. Mo before, so what was she afraid of?
Thinking of this, she followed him and listened to his introduction of one Mo family after another.

But none of them are biracial.

Yan Zhixin sized them up, then looked at Mo Junting, and felt that Mo Junting was the most handsome and also the most gracious.

Obviously he was only wearing a pure black gown without any decorations, but his tall and straight figure and unrivaled aura, even if he was from the Mo family, no one could match him!

She even noticed that the lines of his neck were stronger and more beautiful than others...

Mo Junting noticed her distraction, and asked, "Tired? I'll take you to rest."

Yan Zhixin suddenly came back to her senses, and quickly shook her head.

This is the Emperor Ting Intercontinental Hotel, take her to rest, probably to the presidential suite, she doesn't want it.

Mo Junting pinched her face dotingly: "Be good."

The girls around looked at Mo Junting with eyes full of admiration, which instantly turned into envy and jealousy towards Yan Zhixin.

Yan Zhixin silently thought that after this banquet, her rivals in love would probably increase exponentially.

Afterwards, Mo Junting introduced a few more people to her.

Both belong to the Mohists.

Yan Zhixin gradually knew that old man Mo Changyun Mo was Mo Junting's great-uncle and the youngest brother of his great-grandfather. He had been living in China for many years, and none of his descendants and great-grandchildren were married to other ethnic groups. They were all of Chinese blood.

Mo Junting said that the Grand Uncle was not separated from the Mohist family, so he was also qualified to be the heir, but most of them chose to go into politics.

Yan Zhixin heard about their positions, and deeply felt that if the Fei family was the leader of the Zanying family in ancient times, the Mo family was a proper family of emperors.

And the people in the Emperor's House didn't know if it was because of Mr. Mo's attitude or some other reason, they were very friendly to Yan Zhixin, and some elders even gave her a greeting gift.

Yan Zhixin was a little helpless.

Probably the most rewarding part of this trip to the imperial capital was the meeting ceremony.

Oh no, there were countless amazed, envious, jealous and unbelievable gazes. Yan Zhixin held Mo Junting's hand, feeling that the gazes of young girls at the banquet were about to poke countless holes in her body.

This feeling of dominating Mo Junting and preventing them from approaching, so that they could only watch helplessly, was inexplicably refreshing.

Yan Zhixin subconsciously held his hand tightly, raised her eyes, just in time to meet his restrained and deep eyes.

(End of this chapter)