The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 751 My Filming Is Not Finished

Yan Zhixin was carried away under the attention of so many people, but she didn't wear shoes, so she couldn't walk on such a rough ground, so she blushed and said in embarrassment, "What are you doing, my filming hasn't finished yet."

Mo Junting restrained his anger: "Do you still want to continue filming?"

Yan Zhixin: "I..."

It was already impossible to go back to shoot, Yan Zhi changed the subject knowingly: "Why are you back?"

She flipped through the calendar and found that this was the second day of the meeting of the bosses, so it stands to reason that he is still in the meeting.

Mo Junting misunderstood her meaning: "You don't want to see me?"

Yan Zhixin quickly shook her head: "No, no, I was just accidental."

At this moment, there was a distance from the production crew, Mo Junting had no scruples, leaned over and bit her bitterly.

Hiss, it hurts!

This bastard must belong to the dog!
Yan Zhixin's clothes were covered with water, and she leaned against him wetly, and his clothes soon became wet as well.

Yan Zhixin lived in the best family-style room in the holiday villa. Mo Junting carried her into the bathroom, dried her off as quickly as possible, and then threw her on the bed.

Yan Zhixin didn't even have time to protest.

Kind of scary!
As soon as Yan Zhixin turned over, the man fell asleep in the position where she got out of the way.

In an instant, her body tensed up, and her heart beat so violently that it almost jumped out of her chest.

Fortunately, he didn't do anything, just locked her in his arms, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

But when she saw that his face was tired and there was a layer of dark blue under his eyes, she couldn't be angry anymore.

Thinking that his clothes were also wet by her, Yan Zhixin wanted to help him change the clothes, but he hugged her like he was holding some kind of treasure, and he didn't relax his hands even when he fell asleep.

She moved his hand carefully, unable to move.

She was also worried about waking him up, so she was in a dilemma.

Evening was not her bedtime, the man beside her slept soundly, but Yan Zhixin didn't feel sleepy at all.

She looked at the man who buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder, bored for a while, and decided not to cover him.

After half an hour—

Yan Zhixin pulled up the quilt on him, and put her hands on both sides of her body in an orderly manner.

After less than 5 minutes, she couldn't help it.

He didn't come back after going out for so long, and he didn't know how long he was going to sleep. What did she have to worry about?
Even if she did something, he didn't know.

Yan Zhixin put her hands on his shoulders. His muscle lines were just right, but there was one place that was uneven. When she took a closer look, she found a scar there.

Probably because of the long time, the scars are not clear, and you won't notice it if you don't pay attention.

Thinking of the wound on his shoulder blade, now there was only a thin trace of powder left, Yan Zhixin suddenly realized that there were many more scars on this man's body than she imagined, anyway, she was bored, so she looked for it bit by bit, one by one number.

one two three four five six seven……

The more Yan Zhixin counted, the more frightened she felt.

(End of this chapter)