The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 772 Calling brother-in-law?no, brother

Every time this happened, Yan Zhixin would kick him depressedly.

But she couldn't hit it every time, so she could only run back to the room angrily.

When she went to sleep or came back from school, she forgot everything.

Mo Junting pinched his eyebrows.

This time, it wasn't a matter of sleeping to forgive him.

Otherwise, after the sleep last night, she would have forgiven him.

He leaned against the wall, feeling the urge to smoke for the first time in his life.

However, he didn't.

From his grandma's teachings since he was a child, smoking is the same as alcohol, you must know it, but you can't be addicted to it. He didn't like smoking at first, so he never had one with him.

With a wry smile on the corner of his lips, he looked sideways at the door of Fei's house.

He remembered that she didn't like men smoking.

So, forget it.

……

I just got used to getting up early.

Although he didn't need to train, he still got up at six o'clock in the morning, ready to go out to buy some breakfast and some fresh vegetables. No matter what, he couldn't let Yan Zhixin accompany him to eat in the cafeteria.

Opening the door, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing against the wall, as if he hadn't moved at all, he was slightly startled: "Mo Junting, why are you still here?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Junting stood up straight and opened his eyes.

He was still wearing the same clothes from the fight last night, his nose was still bruised and his face was swollen as if he had been given medicine, and there were slight bruises under his eyes, and the bloodshot eyes inside were clearly visible when he opened them.

The stubble on the chin also came out.

Embarrassed and decadent.

Even so, he still maintained the best demeanor, elegant and dignified, without any gaffe.

Mo Junting's thin lips were slightly parted, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Uncle."

Xiao Zhenggang frowned: "You didn't go back last night?"

Mo Junting gave a faint "um".

Xiao Zheng just didn't expect him to do this to this extent, he was a little surprised and a little guilty.

If the Mo family knew that Mo Junting had stood in front of his house overnight, the whole of China would be overthrown before noon.

He sighed and said, "Zhixin hasn't woken up yet, you go back and take a shower, sleep and take some medicine, and I'll call you when she wakes up."

"No need." Mo Junting was a little dehydrated, his throat was dry, but his voice was firm, "I'll stay here to guard her, otherwise, she will disappear in a blink of an eye. I don't want... to experience this feeling again."

Xiao Zhenggang was completely speechless.

He wanted to go in and sit down, but he went out and Yan Zhixin didn't get up again. What if he did something to Yan Zhixin after he went in... Did he let him in? What to eat?"

Mo Junting shook his head and refused: "No, I don't want to eat."

Xiao Zhenggang: "..."

It happened to be Saturday, Fei Yunhao didn't have to go to class, she just finished shopping for groceries and breakfast, and stopped by the third brother's house to pick Fei Yunhao up from the bed, and asked him to be Yan Zhixin's companion.

When he went back, Mo Junting was still standing at the door, his eyes were looking at the door of his house, his eyes were out of focus, like a watchdog.

Fei Yunhao reminded with kindness: "Uncle, are you drunk? Forgot to bring the key? Oh, you went to the wrong place, this is not your door."

Mo Junting: "..."

Looking back at Fei Yunhao, then at the helpless Yu Zhenggang, he corrected: "It's not uncle, it's brother-in-law."

Fei Yunhao made a face at him: "Tch, I don't believe it, my sister never mentioned you."

Mo Junting was stabbed in the chest.

Xiao Zheng just patted Fei Yunhao on the head: "He's not an uncle, he's called brother."

(End of this chapter)