The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 907

Finally rushing in front of Mo Junting, Yan Zhixin didn't pay attention to the corner of the coffee table, tripped quickly, and her whole body fell on Mo Junting uncontrollably.

Mo Junting quickly threw the book away and caught her.

But there was still a muffled "bang", which shook the sofa.

It hurts!

His body was almost as crappy as a stone.

Yan Zhixin was so hurt that she almost lost her breath, she didn't care about the pain, and she didn't have time to get up from him, she took out her phone while panting.

Eight thirty-eight!

Catch up!
Yan Zhixin turned the phone to show him: "I managed to get back before nine o'clock!"

Mo Junting narrowed his eyes slightly: "Nine o'clock, you are late."

"How come?" She turned her face to look, and at some point, the time had changed to 21:00.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting reached out and pinched her blushing face from running too fast: "Next year's filming quota will be cleared."

"do not want!"

Yan Zhixin threw the phone aside, hugged his waist to defend, "I've already rushed back, you can't do this."

Mo Junting did not speak.

Feeling something on her face, he rubbed his slender fingers, frowning slightly, his eyes swept across her face, and then saw——.

dust!

Looking down, she not only had dust on her face, but also a lot on her clothes.

When she bumped into his arms just now, she also put a lot of dust on him.

The cleanliness flared up instantly, and Mo Junting looked at her with disgust: "Where did you go drilling?"

Eh?
Yan Zhixin followed his gaze to look at her clothes, and immediately wanted to find a seam in the ground and slip in.

She hurried back and didn't take a shower after cleaning.

The last time she got so dirty, was it in elementary school or junior high school?
All face lost.

She got up from his arms in a hurry, lowered her head embarrassingly, and whispered: "I didn't do it on purpose, I just did some hygiene in Dijingxuan."

Mo Junting frowned: "Why isn't it called housekeeping?"

Yan Zhixin drooped her head: "I forgot."

Mo Junting said lightly: "The filming quota for the next year will also be cleared."

"No, I was wrong!" Yan Zhixin half knelt down and hugged his thigh, crying, "I didn't mean to dirty you, I will clean it for you."

"That's what you said." Mo Junting wiped the dust from his fingers back to her body, and the corners of his lips curled up playfully, "You don't need to wash the clothes, you can help me to wash other things."

Yan Zhixin raised her head suddenly, saw his triumphant smile, knew that she had fallen into his trap again, and punched him angrily: "Bad guy!"

Mo Junting held her fist: "Be good."

Seeing that she had been working so hard for so long and the jet lag hadn't completely reversed, Mo Junting didn't bother her too much. He carried her to the bed and let her fall asleep.

Yan Zhixin fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.

Mo Junting suddenly remembered something, stood up and looked down at her peaceful sleeping face: "Inkstone."

Yan Zhixin hadn't fallen asleep yet, and subconsciously let out a "hmm".

Mo Junting gently kissed her on the center of the forehead, and said in a low and doting voice, "What do you like?"

Yan Zhixin replied in a daze, "You."

The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled up in a joyful arc: "What else?"

Yan Zhixin rubbed against his arms, found a comfortable position and continued to sleep: "No more."

Seeing her well-behaved and soft appearance, his heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of happiness, and he said softly: "I will give myself to you on your birthday, you must not."

(End of this chapter)