The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 855 Is Clothes Important Or Me?
Five or six figures of clothes, and several of them are her favorites. Although she doesn't need to spend money, she still feels very distressed.

Yan Zhixin was aggrieved and said, "In the future, don't touch my clothes casually, okay?"

Mo Jun Tingjun's face became even more serious: "The clothes are more important or me?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

How can there be such a comparison?

She decided to say hello to the dressmaker and tell them not to always prepare silk clothes for her...beautiful is beautiful, but it is too easy to break.

She should wear more knitted or woolen clothes.

Not easy to break!

snort!
Looking at her expression, Mo Junting suddenly wanted to do something.

However, he didn't do anything. Instead, he let go of her and dragged her into the bathroom: "Wash that man's smell away!"

Yan Zhixin felt even more aggrieved, and said loudly: "I don't smell like him, and I haven't touched him! When I was closest to him, the distance was half a meter!"

Mo Junting said expressionlessly: "Half a meter is too close, keep at least one meter from now on!"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

This dead cleanliness is hopeless!
She said angrily: "Then you go out."

Mo Junting glanced at her, then turned and left.

Yan Zhixin suddenly thought of something, and said, "Mo Junting."

Mo Junting turned around and opened the bathroom door: "You want me to wash it for you, huh?"

Yan Zhixin rolled her eyes: "I don't have any clothes here, can you ask someone to bring me a set of clothes?"

Mo Junting's eyes were astonishingly deep: "You're with me, do you still need clothes?"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Nasty!
Mo Junting turned around and walked in front of her, his voice was strong: "Do you dare to go out with other men in the future?"

Yan Zhixin felt wronged and said, "I also need to make friends."

Mo Junting's voice was even colder: "You want to go out for a drink to make friends?"

Yan Zhixin didn't want to talk to him at all, she pointed at the door bitterly and said, "Please close the door when you go out, so that you don't see me off."

Bang!
Mo Junting closed the door.

After Yan Zhixin took a shower, she came out wearing a bathrobe and had no clothes to change.

That bastard Mo Junting really didn't prepare clothes for her!

Seeing her staring at him depressedly, he pointed out, "Put mine on."

Yan Zhixin glanced at him sideways, can she wear any clothes in her heart?
But she didn't say it after all, she just took a handmade limited edition shirt from him and wore it.

His clothes were too wide for her figure, the hem of the clothes covered the hips, it looked like a loose skirt, she rolled up the sleeves, sat on the recliner and sent a message to Su Nianci asking her to send the clothes.

Even if you don't go out now, you still have to go out tomorrow.

After sending the message, she looked back and saw the man looking at her thoughtfully. She gathered the hem of her clothes with her hands, turned and walked into the bedroom, sat on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover her stomach, and then read the electronic version of the script on her mobile phone.

After a while, Mo Junting also came in, holding the tablet and walked to her side: "I want to sit too."

Yan Zhixin glanced at him.

The corner of his lips curled into an arc: "No?"

Yan Zhixin had no choice but to move inside, and he sat down beside her, leaning on the bed and covering the quilt as well, and put the tablet on his lap to deal with work.

The atmosphere is relaxed and quiet.

There is even an indescribable warmth.

It was already the first lights outside, and the hustle and bustle of Hollywood had just begun, but at this moment, the bustling and hustle and bustle outside were completely isolated.

There is no intrigue in Vanity Fair, and there is no need to wear a mask to deal with people you don't like. There is a peaceful and comfortable atmosphere around you. Mo Junting feels more comfortable than soaking in a hot spring.

He turned his head to look at Yan Zhixin who was seriously reading the script.

Yan Zhixin didn't notice anything.

Mo Junting smiled slightly, and rubbed her feet with his feet under the quilt.

(End of this chapter)