The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 840

Yan Zhixin was puzzled for a moment, then took it over, and seeing the flamboyant words on the envelope, the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily.

These are Mo Junting's words.

He only said he was busy when he called yesterday. Was this sent a few days ago?

Unexpectedly, the dignified young master Mo would use such a traditional method, unexpectedly cute.

Yan Zhixin felt that the pain in her stomach had eased a bit, she opened the envelope, and something fell out inside.

She picked it up and saw that it was a fresh crape myrtle petal.

Subconsciously, she picked it up and put it under her nose and smelled it, but she didn't smell the fragrance, and then she remembered that the crape myrtle flower has no fragrance.

Putting the petals aside, she took out the letter paper inside and opened it.

baby:
do you miss me?

Open the door if you miss me.

——Mo Junting.

The date of inscription is astonishingly today!
Yan Zhixin suddenly covered her mouth, completely forgetting that she was still a girl with dysmenorrhea, jumped out of the bed and ran towards the door barefoot.

The distance from the bed to the door is only a few meters.

She felt like she had crossed half the world.

Opening the door, she saw his figure at a glance.

He stood in front of the door, holding a bouquet of crape myrtle flowers in his hand, his handsome face looked particularly three-dimensional and deep under the corridor lights, he was wearing a suit as if he had just returned from an international financial conference, and there was a trolley case standing beside him.

Hearing the sound of the door, he looked up.

Four eyes facing each other.

At that moment, Yan Zhixin felt that the whole world was bright.

He actually came!
It was as if warm water had soaked her heart, it was so soft that she stared blankly at him, at a loss for what to do.

Mo Junting smiled, and reached out to hand her the bouquet, but seeing that she was barefoot, he immediately changed the hand into a hug, and lifted her into the air: "It's cool on the ground."

Carrying her into the door and putting her on the bed, she lived in a single double bed room, which was not big in size, Gu Yisheng helped him carry the trolley case through the door, said goodbye to Su Nian, and helped them close the door by the way.

Yan Zhixin sat on the bed and looked up at him, with a bit of disbelief still in her eyes: "Didn't you come here after finishing the work?"

Mo Junting rubbed her face with his chin: "I finished collecting this morning."

Yan Zhixin was slightly taken aback: "Didn't sleep all night?"

Mo Junting's voice was light: "Anyway, I can't sleep."

Yan Zhixin opened her mouth, but suddenly she didn't know what to say.

Mo Junting handed her the crape myrtle flower that was still in his hand: "Take it."

Yan Zhixin looked at the delicate and charming crape myrtle flowers that looked like pink butterflies, and then at him, feeling a little unreal.

He not only came to see her in person, but also sent her flowers.

Is Master Bingshan the one who can send flowers?
She put her finger in her mouth and bit it, it hurt a little.

It doesn't seem like a dream.

She took the flowers and asked hesitantly, "Is today a special day?"

Mo Junting smiled and said, "No."

After a pause, he explained: "Men in Italy may not know how to cook, but they must know how to spend. My grandma used to say that a man who doesn't know how to send flowers is doomed to be lonely. Every time my grandpa goes to see her, if he doesn't Bring flowers, and don't even think about entering the door."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting leaned over to her ear and smiled softly, "I'm afraid you won't let me in."

Yan Zhixin hugged his waist, buried her face in his chest and rubbed it: "I won't."

Still, she's happy.

Receive flowers from him.

Sticking to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, she suddenly felt that he showed the strength taught by his grandma to the outside, which made people daunting, but buried the gentleness taught by his grandma inside. People from the bottom of my heart have a chance to see it.

She is that lucky person.

(End of this chapter)