The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 924 A little distressed
Wu Lianyi only focused on looking at Yan Zhixin, she didn't pay attention to someone approaching in front of her, and almost bumped her head on the person who came.

"I'm sorry." Wu Lianyi apologized subconsciously, but was stunned when she saw the handsome face of the visitor.

It's Mo Junting!

He is so handsome that he seems to have stepped out of a painting.

At such a close distance, she could even smell his light and pleasant breath.

So crisp and mesmerizing.

This was the first time she was so close to him.

The unwillingness in her heart suddenly surged, and she suddenly wanted to fight again, but when she was about to fall on him, she felt the daunting coldness around him, making people afraid to approach him.

Wu Lianyi came back to her senses, she didn't dare to fake fall on him, she mumbled: "I didn't mean it, I came to apologize to your girlfriend."

After the words fell, Mo Junting walked towards Yan Zhixin like the wind.

Yan Zhixin noticed that his expression was different from usual almost immediately.

There was an undercurrent like thick ink surging in the deep eyes, although it had been deliberately restrained, it still made people feel sad.

Thinking that he didn't come out directly from the back door to find her but went around to the front door, she let the Persian cat play by itself, reached out to hug him, and said softly, "Don't be unhappy."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, she was overwhelmed by his broad chest.

Mo Junting sighed softly, "You have been wronged."

Yan Zhixin was silent for a moment, then raised her eyes to look into his eyes, her voice was slow but firm: "I am not wronged. The only person who can make me wronged is you. If you don't let me be wronged, I won't be wronged."

Mo Junting stroked her hair: "I won't let you be wronged, let's go back."

He didn't enter Chengyuan's small building again, and she didn't ask either.

The two held hands and walked quietly from Chengyuan to Tingyuan.

Back at the gate of the small building in Tingyuan, Mo Junting said: "When I was a child, I really wanted her to hug me and kiss me like other mothers, but every time she visited me, she was only false and full of love." Greetings from a distance."

Yan Zhixin looked at him.

In fact, she could feel that he was not kind to Ning Xianya but could not escape the affection of blood.

It is fetters and helplessness.

Not wanting to make him too sad, she raised her hand to pinch his cheek, and said softly: "Everyone longs for love, regardless of age."

Mo Junting wrapped his arms around her waist, slowly lowered his head in her warmth and softness, leaned on her shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "What should I do?"

Yan Zhixin was stunned: "What should I do?"

Mo Junting turned his face away, and put his thin lips against her cheek: "Now I want to kiss you and hug you."

Yan Zhixin burst out laughing with a "puchi".

"Fool!"

She turned her face slightly to one side and pressed against his lips.

His lips were colder than ever before.

She hugged him tightly, feeling the sound of each other's heartbeats.

At this moment, she finally understood that the dominance and strength he showed to her was all because of the fear of losing the long-awaited love.

I feel bad...

At this moment, outside the Tingyuan, several young and handsome men were staring at them dumbfounded.

They are all descendants of the Mo family.

The relationship with Mo Junting was not bad, they wanted to see his legendary girlfriend before the family banquet, but before they entered the door, they were rudely stuffed with dog food.

Mo Chenzhou couldn't believe it: "Well, what we saw is really Brother Jun Ting who is usually colder than the Arctic glaciers?"

Mo Tianpeng opened his eyes wide and then closed them: "I think we may be dreaming."

(End of this chapter)