The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 969 I'm Not Going Back Tonight

Muslimian breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

Yan Zhixin didn't search for the root cause, but just asked: "Where do you want to go?"

Muslimian's eyes lit up again: "I want to try Chinese cuisine. Can you introduce it to me?"

She lost her passport and forgot it in the hotel, but she didn't worry about it. She only thought about food in her heart, so she accepted it.

Taking him to the most famous snack street in Haishi, Yan Zhixin got out of the car wearing a mask: "Here are all the famous Huaxia delicacies, which one do you want to eat?"

Muslimian's beautiful emerald eyes were full of expectation: "Can I eat it from beginning to end?"

Yan Zhixin: "...you won."

Muslimian asked again, "Will you eat with me?"

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, when the snack street was the least crowded, so Yan Zhixin didn't have to worry about being recognized, since she hadn't eaten for a long time, she said, "No problem."

So, the two ate from the street to the end of the street.

Regardless of whether it is a snack from the south or the north, from the east or the west, as long as the appearance is within the acceptable range of Muslims, try them all and eat them until the afternoon when you get off work.

Worried that Mo Junting would be angry, Yan Zhixin glanced at the phone several times during the period, but did not see any calls or messages from him.

Having said that, she just went out to eat something with her friends and strolled around. This is a normal way of making friends, so why should he be angry.

Thinking about it this way, Yan Zhixin's heart was at ease, she let herself go completely, and led Muslimian to eat, drink, drink and have fun in Haishi.

After playing until the evening, she turned her head and asked Muslimian, "Show me the hotel information you booked, and I'll take you there."

Muslimian's relaxed mood immediately became tense again: "Can I not go to that hotel?"

Yan Zhixin guessed that he was probably avoiding someone, and said, "Then where do you want to stay?"

Muslian looked around and saw the signboard of the Di Ting Intercontinental Hotel: "That, is it okay?"

Yan Zhixin smiled and said, "As long as you have a passport, everything will be fine."

Muslimian's face collapsed immediately, and he pleaded, "Can you register me with your passport?"

Yan Zhixin shook her head: "I can't."

Muslimian squatted down, raised his head, and said pitifully, "Please."

Yan Zhixin sighed: "As long as you don't stay at the Intercontinental Hotel, I can help you."

Muslimian quickly agreed: "If you don't live, you can't live. As long as you are willing to help me, I am also willing to use the kennel."

Therefore, Yan Zhixin drove the car to the Oriental International Hotel opposite the Di Ting Intercontinental Hotel. Before entering the door, she hesitated and waved to the outside: "Wu Hang."

As bodyguards, Zheng Lei and Wu Hang have been following her nearby, and when they heard the call, they came out: "Miss Yan."

Yan Zhixin asked them to book a room for Muslim, so she said goodbye and left.

When he turned around and walked out of the hotel lobby, he caught a glimpse of the time out of the corner of his eye—it was already nine o'clock.

At nine o'clock in the evening, that was her "gate control" time.

Well, no matter how hard you rush this time, you won't be able to go back before the door is closed.

Wanting to be tossed by him last night and again at noon, she was tired and sleepy, and didn't want to be tossed by him again at night, she kept doing it, took out her phone and sent Mo Junting a message: "I won't be going back tonight. "

(End of this chapter)