The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 822 If You Don't Tell

Yan Zhixin looked at the hanging chain, and looked at Mo Junting inexplicably.

Mo Junting gracefully and neatly opened the side that was cuffing his wrist, threw the chain on the small table, and said slowly: "The handcuffs are released, you can tell grandpa and grandma about us."

Before she could speak, he said again: "If you don't say it, I will say it myself."

Yan Zhixin: "!!!"

She must have been crazy to forgive him last night!
Not wanting to see that hateful face, Yan Zhixin put on her seat belt and got up, deciding to sit in the back.

Walking around in front of him, Yan Zhixin was about to walk back, when he suddenly raised his hand to grab her, she staggered, he quickly opened his arms, hugged her, and put the whole thing into his arms.

Yan Zhixin struggled to get up from his arms, but his hands held her waist, and she couldn't move, so she couldn't help saying: "Let me go!"

Mo Junting adjusted his posture to make his hug more comfortable, and said leisurely, "Don't let go."

Yan Zhixin clenched her fists and wanted to punch him.

Thinking of something suddenly, the fist that fell halfway opened, stretched out to his armpit and scratched his itch gently.

Mo Junting's body froze, and he laughed uncontrollably: "Hey, don't make trouble."

late!

There was a glint of success in Yan Zhixin's eyes, she sat in his arms, scratching left and right, making him laugh involuntarily.

He reached out to grab her wrist.

She nimbly dodged and scratched, ten fingers pressed together, and her grip was exceptionally perfect: "Bastard, tell you to be so hard on me!"

Mo Junting's itching was unbearable, and he begged for mercy while laughing: "Hahahaha...don't scratch, it's so itchy...be good, baby...hahahaha..."

It was rare to see Mo Junting laughing so hard, his face was completely gone from his usual sternness, his smile was warm and unrestrained, and his laughter was particularly deep and magnetic, with a rare surprise.

Yan Zhixin was stunned for a moment, then recovered and continued to play tricks.

Anyway, he was wearing a seat belt, so he shouldn't be able to do anything to her.

She can take this opportunity to punish him well!

Thinking so, Yan Zhixin stretched her hand towards his waist.

Just about to scratch again, his hand was caught by him.

She pulled back hard.

He pressed her into his arms.

The two quarreled in position.

It wasn't the first time that Yan Zhixin and Mo Junting took his private jet together. The stewardesses had also seen the world before, but it was still a little unbelievable to see Mo Junting laughing so happily when they saw the commotion.

Is this really the high and mighty Bingshan Emperor they saw?
They didn't dare to stare at Mo Junting, and turned their attention to Ling Shan, Ling Feng, the bodyguards and others who were sitting in the back.

And that group of people, either flipping through magazines or listening to music or sleeping, seemed to have neither heard nor seen at all.

The stewardesses looked at each other, could it be that they made too much fuss?
Yan Zhixin and Mo Junting quarreled for a long time, only in the first moment they had a little advantage, and then Mo Junting undid the seat belt for some reason, and she became the one who was punished.

"You..." Yan Zhixin complained red-faced, "How could you do this?"

Mo Junting pressed her down on the chair, pressed his thin lips against her cheeks, and brushed his warm breath on her face: "How is this?"

Yan Zhixin lowered her voice and said, "You will...!"

"Didn't I tell you that I practice boy kung fu every day?" Mo Junting couldn't help but grit his teeth, "Even if I'm 80 years old, I still can't let you down..."

bed.

(End of this chapter)