The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 936

The two walked out of the banquet hall.

Mo Junting walked a little fast.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, he didn't lean on her body like before, but as usual, very straight, very cold, he didn't even cooperate with her walking, he took big steps.

Yan Zhixin trotted to keep up with him: "Brother Mo Mo, are you angry?"

Mo Junting did not speak.

She looked up and saw the word "Fengyuan" written on the door plaque in front of her. She didn't think of anyone in the Mo family with the word "Feng" after her name, and asked, "Are you here to find someone?"

Mo Junting stopped in his tracks, raised his index finger, his icy blue eyes were full of innocence: "Shh, don't make noise."

Yan Zhixin shut up.

Mo Junting stared at the word Fengyuan for a long time, then turned and walked in another direction.

There are many people in the Mo family, but the main house occupies a large area, and it is not particularly noisy at night. On the contrary, it is very quiet because of the countless flowers, trees, pavilions and pavilions.

Yan Zhixin didn't know what he wanted to do, and she didn't stop her. She didn't seem to stop until she walked for more than ten minutes, and she didn't say a word the whole time, she finally got it wrong.

Mo Junting walked and walked, and finally stopped in front of Wang Bibo.

She stepped forward and took his hand: "what's the matter with you?"

As the evening wind blew gently, Mo Junting's face was not so red, and it looked the same as usual, except that his ice blue eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if surrounded by an unpredictable mist , with a hint of temptation in the lingering.

He looked at her, and then at the lake in front of him, with confusion in his eyes.

Yan Zhixin had a bold guess in her heart, she shook his hand: "Brother Mo Mo, are you drunk?"

Mo Junting snorted: "Is this young master someone who can get drunk?"

Yan Zhixin couldn't laugh or cry immediately.

It turned out that he was drunk.

It's just that this drunkenness is different from what I imagined.

Yan Zhixin had seen many people get drunk, but no one had ever been so "ingenious" as Mo Junting. She deliberately teased him: "Do you still remember who you are?"

Mo Junting held his head high and raised his chest: "My young master, Mo Junting."

Obviously the voice is very deep, but for some reason, there is a full sense of secondary school.

Yan Zhixin laughed, and stretched out her hand to support him. His body tilted, and he leaned against her body. The weight of his whole body was pressed against her, and she was almost crushed to the street. She quickly leaned against the lamp post behind her, and stood firm. Body.

Wanting to change to a more relaxed posture, the man ordered her domineeringly: "Don't move."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

The man hugged her like a human pillow, as if he realized her existence after a long time, he pulled her cheek and asked, "Little Yanzhi, why are you here?"

That little inkstone sound made Yan Zhixin inexplicably feel that he was no different from a servant called Xiao Dezi...

She was so tired that she tentatively said: "Master, it's late at night, Xiao Yanzhi is here to take you home."

"Go home..." The man thought for a while, then directed her: "Lead the way."

The servant Xiao Yanzhi brought the young master back to Tingyuan bitterly.

When she first arrived, she didn't know the way.

(End of this chapter)