The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 841 Quack Doctor Nonsense!

What is the most frustrating thing for a man?
The answer is undoubtedly this time.

Mo Junting's warm palms fell on her stomach, warming her stomach.

The only thing he can do is this.

Looking at her pair of clear and moist eyes flickering, he sighed silently.

Finally he got up and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Yan Zhixin withdrew her hand from his waist: "Okay."

As a tired girl with dysmenorrhea, she has no urge to go shopping at all.

Mo Junting didn't sleep all night to come to see her, and he didn't sleep well in the past few days. He himself is not a lively person, so he didn't bring it up. After taking a shower, he leaned on the bed to accompany her.

Yan Zhixin originally felt that it was a little empty for her to live in a room with a big bed, but after Mo Junting came in, she looked at the room and then at the man beside her, feeling a bit cramped for no reason.

He has always only lived in the presidential suite.

With her, in the unconditional place in the tribe, you can only live in a small tree house. Now that you have the conditions, it is always bad to wrong him... She hesitated for a while, and said: "Brother Momo, do you want to marry me?" Do you want to change the room?"

It had been a long time since Mo Junting had heard her yell like that, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the smile disappeared immediately when he heard her next words: "You want to drive me away?"

"That's not true." Yan Zhixin was worried that he would be angry, so she quickly said, "I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

Mo Junting glanced at her, and said calmly: "When you lived in the small tree house with me, why weren't you worried?"

Yan Zhixin pursed her lips and said, "Isn't there no condition?"

Mo Junting stretched out two slender fingers to pinch her flat lips to play: "Living in a small tree house is very good, it is worth remembering."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

The rogue.

Mo Junting looked at her expression and laughed playfully, touching her chest was shaking: "You don't like it?"

Yan Zhixin pulled the quilt over her head pretending to be an ostrich: "I fell asleep."

Mo Junting didn't let her sleep, so he lifted her quilt from top to bottom to reveal his face, and was about to say something when he found a giant pimple on her forehead, with a surprised expression on her face: "I haven't had enough in the past month." effort?"

Yan Zhi Xin looked at him blankly, "What?"

Mo Junting lightly tapped the immature pimple with his fingers: "Ling Feng said that the cause of pimples is most likely..."

Yan Zhixin's face turned red, and she slapped his hands away vigorously: "Don't listen to that quack doctor Ling Feng's nonsense!"

Mo Junting was 100% sure of Ling Feng's medical skills, and retorted: "He is not a quack doctor."

"Okay, okay, he's not a quack doctor, but you can't apply his theories casually." Yan Zhixin quickly calmed down and tried to reason with him, "There are many reasons for acne, okay? It's because I eat too much western food. caused more."

But no matter what she said, he just looked at her and smiled.

She was so angry that she rushed up to scratch him: "Asshole, you will bully me!"

Mo Junting held her hand in a leisurely manner, and said with a half-smile, "You're wrong, I'm going to wait for your patron saint to leave before slowly bullying you."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

It made her want to burn three sticks of incense and pay homage to the patron saint!
She didn't know if it was because his arrival diverted her attention or what, but she felt that her aunt didn't feel so much pain anymore.

Sleeping next to him, feeling his breath for a long time, Yan Zhixin slept extraordinarily sweetly this night.

(End of this chapter)