The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 72 Dare to slap him in the face!
Mo Junting was slightly taken aback, he just gave her sleeping pills.

And the purpose is just to let her sleep well, so as not to suffer from neurasthenia.

"Mo Junting, you are a majestic Bingshan Emperor, you can do whatever you want, but why should I become a victim of your willful behavior?" Yan Zhixin looked at him, and yelled out the words in her heart hysterically, "Instead of dying in the castle for no reason, Rather than suddenly taking some messy medicine by mistake one day, and waking up to see myself in an unsightly state, I might as well shoot myself right now!"

This sentence is like thunder.

Mo Junting's face darkened, and he scolded, "Don't you know that I never touch those dirty things?"

Last year, the Southeast Asian market was re-divided. When he became the overlord of Southeast Asia, he immediately killed a large number of poppy fields entrenched in Southeast Asia, which shocked the whole world.

Yan Zhixin didn't know anything about his past, she only thought his words were evasive, and said with a sneer, "I will believe you if you say it? What kind of medicine was in the milk glass the day before yesterday? Who gave me the K370 in the milk last night?" of?"

Mo Junting's face suddenly changed: "What did you say?"

He gave the sleeping pills, but he did nothing last night!

Who would have the guts to do such a thing in a castle?
Mo Junting hid the turbulent waves in his eyes and wanted to ask, but saw her trembling hand holding the gun, which might go off at any time, so he shot unexpectedly.

Pressing her shoulder with one hand and grabbing her arm with the other, Mo Junting pressed hard suddenly, Yan Zhixin gasped in pain, and the wooden warehouse in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The wooden warehouse in his hand fell to the ground, Mo Junting raised his foot and kicked it to the corner of the wall, Yan Zhixin was in a cold sweat from the pain, seeing that the situation was over, she had to slap it away.

Snapped!
It slammed heavily on Mo Junting's face.

Mo Junting was beaten until his face was turned away, and he remained motionless.

His deep eyes were full of disbelief, and his handsome face gradually lost its warmth.

No one has ever dared to hit him in the face!
Yan!Zhi!Heart!
Yan Zhixin slowly lowered her hands, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She actually hit Young Master Bingshan?
Impulsive again.

Mo Junting stared at her for a long time, a few fingerprints were clearly printed on his fair and handsome face.

Yan Zhixin's scalp was numb, and she turned around and ran, but he quickly stretched out his arms and locked her waist.

Turning around easily, he pressed her on the large conference table, his deep voice sounded in her ears like a spell: "I don't hit women."

But before he could move, he saw the crystal tears in her eyes.

Cried?

Mo Junting felt that his chest was severely blocked, and he heard her trembling voice: "Don't..."

……

Everyone stood in silence outside the meeting room, looking at the closed door of the meeting room, worried or curious in their hearts, but did not dare to peek.

Yan Zhixin wanted to commit suicide with a gun, what would Mo Junting do to her?
(End of this chapter)