The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 942 Do You Understand Men?

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face.

Because, Yan Zhixin said word by word: "Very well, we will sleep in separate rooms for the next three months."

Mo Junting reflexively said, "I don't agree."

Yan Zhixin sneered, and slapped him in his usual tone: "Everything is up to me, huh?"

Mo Junting was wronged and had nothing to say for a moment.

After a moment of silence, he tried to change the subject: "I was wrong, can I make it up to you? Tonight's jewelry auction, I will give it all to you."

Yan Zhixin snorted: "Why do I need so many jewels? Keep them away for fear of thieves thinking about them, and wear them for fear of strangling your neck."

Mo Junting: "..."

Not everyone is like a mother who can't move at the sight of jewelry.

He was silent for a while, then said again: "Then what do you want?"

Yan Zhixin reiterated: "I want to sleep in a separate room with you!"

Mo Junting was helpless, so he retreated and said, "Is it okay to sleep in different rooms? I will only hug you and try not to do anything else."

Yan Zhixin sneered: "Hehe."

Mo Junting stared at her, his eyebrows were like clouds, like a thin layer of smoke, with a kind of beauty that made people's hearts flutter, his voice also softened, it sounded aggrieved, but sexy and provocative: "Separation room Sleeping for three months, my insomnia will be very serious, and I may die..."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Hehe, not only did he use bitter tricks, but he also used beauty tricks.

She lifted her foot and crushed his instep hard: "Really?"

It's a pity that she was wearing house slippers, so it wouldn't hurt him to run over them. If she wore stiletto heels, she would really want to poke a blood hole in his feet.

Mo Junting's voice was a little more dangerous: "You can't sleep in separate rooms, this is the bottom line."

In other words, if she doesn't agree, then he can continue to do what he wants.

Yan Zhi smiled angrily: "How can I trust that you don't do anything else?"

After thinking about it, she said, "From now on, unless I ask for it, you must not force me—in that regard."

Mo Junting's response was still: "No!"

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Want to hit someone.

Mo Junting turned around, put her on the dining table, leaned forward slightly, and stared at her with burning eyes: "Yan Zhixin, do you understand men?"

Yan Zhixin subconsciously leaned back.

The front space was occupied by him, and the back—the dishes, cups and dinner plates on the table hadn't been confiscated yet, and she touched the cup when she leaned up again, but he continued to lean over, and the warm breath brushed against her neck, Her face was flushed red: "Why do you understand men? Why do I need to understand men?"

Mo Junting's thin lips curled up playfully: "That's right, you don't need to understand men, you only need to understand me..." He paused for a long time, staring at her, and it took a long time to complete the rest of the sentence, " The valley owes hope."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

(End of this chapter)