The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 916 I Can't Sleep
Until the car stopped, Yan Zhixin was not in the mood to look at the scenery anymore.

Mo Junting held her hand: "Here we are."

Yan Zhixin came back to her senses, saw the courtyard in front of her, and became even more nervous: "Am I going to see them now?"

Mo Junting smiled and said, "This is my yard, there is no one else."

He raised his chin slightly, motioned her to look at the word "Tingyuan" on the plaque, and explained, "Everyone in the Mo family will have their own courtyard after they grow up, named after the last letter of their name, and they can freely control it."

Yan Zhixin breathed a sigh of relief: "I won't say it sooner."

Mo Junting

The style of the Mo family's main residence is that there is a garden within a garden, and there is a garden in the Tingyuan that belongs to him alone. There is a two-story building that looks very delicate, but is very open when you walk in.

All the furniture is also antique, but there is no breath of life.

Obviously, he doesn't usually live here.

Wanting to let her relax, Mo Junting didn't take her to see her family right away, but just walked around with her in his yard, asked the big kitchen to deliver food at noon, finished eating with her, and then took her to take a nap.

Yan Zhixin... couldn't sleep.

First, this place put too much pressure on her.

Second, she was nervous.

Tossing and turning on the bed, her mind was in a mess and she couldn't sleep.

Mo Junting put his hands around her body and clasped her hands, not letting her move: "Don't make trouble, just sleep well."

Yan Zhixin behaved for a while.

If you fall asleep quickly, you'll have no problem staying in this position.

But she couldn't fall asleep and wanted to turn over within a few minutes.

The two of them were too close together, and the slightest movement of her would affect Mo Junting. Mo Junting felt that she was crawling around in his arms like a bug, and couldn't bear it: "I don't want to sleep, huh?"

Yan Zhixin puffed her face and said, "I want to sleep, but I can't."

"Nervous?" Mo Junting looked down at her, and suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in her ear to seduce her: "Do you want me to help you relax?"

Yan Zhixin was very afraid of hearing him speak in such a tone.

The deep and stern voice softened and lowered several tones, giving it a terrible feeling.

She struggled out of the sugar-coated shell: "I don't..."

...Fortunately, Mo Junting didn't want to put more pressure on her, so he finally held back and hugged her into his arms: "Sleep, or I will continue to kiss you."

This domineering bastard!
But thanks to him, Yan Zhixin fell asleep.

After waking up, the exhaustion from running all the way had disappeared. She took care of herself and heard the servant report: "Young Master Ting, the Patriarch has returned and is waiting for you in the living room of the main building."

The head of the family, Mo Yuanbo, is Mo Junting's grandfather.

Yan Zhixin's heartbeat started to speed up again.

But this time, Mo Junting never gave her a chance to back down, and took her by the hand into the main building.

The layout of the main building is also antique. Mo Yuanbo, who looks about 50 years old but has gray hair, is drinking tea leisurely. He is dressed in casual clothes at home, showing a bit of elegance, but it cannot conceal his majesty.

Yan Zhixin wanted to break free from Mo Junting's hand, but Mo Junting refused, and said directly, "Grandpa, this is Zhixin."

Mo Yuanbo put down his teacup and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yan Zhixin hurriedly said: "Grandpa Mo, hello, my name is Yan Zhixin. I heard from Jun Ting that there is a lot of cultural heritage here. I'm particularly interested in this aspect. I came here rashly today. I hope you don't mind."

Her voice is clear and clear, and her looks are naturally well-behaved and easy to be liked by the elders. If Mo Yuanbo hadn't seen her and Zhao Rishang racing wildly in the nursing home, he would have believed it.

(End of this chapter)