The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 823 I Just Want to Hear Your Sports Sing

"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 get you out of bed."

Yan Zhixin curled her lips, not believing it at all.

After thinking about it, she asked a little curiously: "Why did you practice boy kungfu since you were young, so that you can still be as powerful at the age of 80?"

Mo Junting stared at her with burning eyes: "It's for your (sexual) happiness."

"Liar." Yan Zhixin didn't believe it at all, "I guess I wasn't even born when you started practicing."

Mo Junting pursed his thin lips slightly, and stopped joking with her.

Yan Zhixin saw that he looked a little disappointed, and thought of his unreliable mother, knew that he had accidentally poked his wound, and was about to say that I would stop asking, when she felt a heavy weight on her head.

The man rested his chin on the top of her hair.

The man's deep and shallow voice came from his head: "I have been trained as an heir since I was a child. There are many, many lessons every day. This is just one of the lessons. It took many years for me to gradually understand what the role is. Wait for me By the time I understood, I was used to it.”

All in all, this is a man without childhood.

Yan Zhixin poked his chest with her fingertips: "Are you still yearning for childhood?"

"Ok?"

Mo Junting looked down at her, "You want me to experience my childhood again?"

Yan Zhixin stuck out her tongue and made a face at him: "No, I just want to tell you that childhood is actually quite boring."

Mo Junting smiled, leaned over and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers and said, "I don't want to experience it either... Now, I just want to experience pressing you on the bed and listening to your singing while exercising."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

This pervert!

When they arrived at the nursing home, Yan Zhixin immediately ran towards the residence of her grandparents, completely leaving Mo Junting behind.

Mo Junting was not angry either, he smiled and followed her leisurely.

As soon as she turned the corner, Yan Zhixin saw her grandma helping her grandpa coming out of the door from a distance. She walked very slowly, but her steps were very steady.

Even if she heard her grandma say that grandpa can stand up on the phone, she still jumped up in surprise when she saw it with her own eyes. It took a few seconds for her to react, and ran towards them with her arms open: "Grandpa, grandma— —”

Mo Junting was heartbroken silently.

Although he always knew that the status of those two elders in her heart was much higher than his, but he was still very dissatisfied!high!prosper!

In the following time, he watched helplessly as Yan Zhixin joyfully supported her grandfather for a walk, happily accompanied her grandmother to make dumplings, and secretly ate freshly baked braised pork ribs while He Ma was cooking...

Back to the elders, she seemed to be ten years younger all of a sudden, as if she was still the crying and mischievous little Douding.

He suddenly wanted to experience the feeling of childhood...

Rolling up his sleeves, Mo Junting also joined in.

Making dumplings with those hands that have terrified countless opponents—however, his posture is stiff and his movements are clumsy, and the work he makes is ten times worse than Yan Zhixin's.

Wrap the left side well, and expose the stuffing on the right side; wrap the right side, accidentally use too much force, and the skin in the middle part is broken by his excessive force.

Looking at the exposed fresh meat and corn stuffing, he looked at the little thing in his hand with a frustrated expression.

Why is it so easy and beautiful for them to wrap, but so difficult for him?
Mo Junting handed the failed work to Yan Zhixin: "What should I do?"

Yan Zhixin is very experienced: "Make up for it."

(End of this chapter)