The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 972 Miss Yan's Man
Downstairs of the Oriental International Hotel.

After getting out of the car, Mo Junting stepped on the ground, looked up at the brightly lit hotel building, his figure became more and more slender under the light, and the slightly raised arc made people elegant but sharp.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his eyes were like sharp knives, and his sharp temperament was undoubtedly evident.

He has been in power all year round, and he is not angry. Standing in front of the Oriental International Hotel, he seems to be standing on the top of the tallest tower and looking at the whole world.

At this moment, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his side face was at the junction of light and dark. The light and shadow seemed to be a perfect picture scroll, giving people an indescribable beauty.

The guests who came in and out of the Dongfang Hotel saw him and subconsciously stopped to look at him.

Mo Junting had long been accustomed to the salute of attention from everyone, and asked calmly, "Where is he?"

Ling Shan replied respectfully: "Musli'an is at 2805, Miss Yan is at 2816."

Mo Junting took a step forward: "Let's go."

Arriving at Room 2805, Ling Shan took a step forward and knocked on the door.

Inside the door, Muslimian had already fallen asleep, but his heart was burdened with something, so he did not fall asleep. When the door rang, he woke up immediately, carefully hid behind the door, and asked, "Who?"

Ling Shan said five words: "Miss Yan's man."

Muslimian's hands trembled, and he hurriedly opened the door regardless of getting up from the bed.

But Mo Junting didn't go in. He raised his hand, and the bodyguards filed in. They went in and scanned around, but there was no one else, and there was no sign of anyone else, and they filed out again, neatly lined up behind Mo Junting.

Mo Junting's thin lips parted slightly: "Two or ten minutes later, the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the Intercontinental Hotel."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

If it wasn't for Yan Zhixin, let alone going to Muslian's door in person, even if he was invited, he would not have set foot in the Oriental International Hotel.

After leaving 2805, he went straight to 2816.

Zheng Lei and Wu Hang opened the room at 2815 and stared outside all the time. As soon as Mo Junting arrived, they immediately greeted him respectfully.

Looking at the closed door of 2816, Mo Junting asked, "Is she here all this time?"

Zheng Lei replied: "Yes, I went in at 2805:[-], and I haven't come out so far, and the friend who lives in [-] hasn't come to look for her either."

Mo Junting remained silent.

The bodyguard was behind him, not daring to speak out.

If there is someone else in the room—even if it is the Heavenly King, the bodyguards will not be afraid.

But inside is Mo Junting's woman!
If Mo Junting accidentally breathed loudly and woke up Yan Zhixin without Mo Junting's authorization, they could get out.

Therefore, all the bodyguards held their breath, waiting for Mo Junting to speak.

Mo Junting stood quietly for a while, and finally opened his mouth: "That's it, Zheng Lei and Wu Hang will continue to guard."

Eh?
The bodyguards looked at each other, and even Ling Shan showed surprise.

He thought that Mo Junting would have someone tear down the door in minutes and take Yan Zhixin back.

For this reason, he even got the room card.

In the end, Mo Junting actually chose not to bother?
However, he has the final say on his affairs.

After leaving the Oriental International Hotel, Mo Junting arrived at the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the Intercontinental Hotel.

The restaurant that was supposed to be closed turned on all the lights because of his arrival, bright and beautiful.

Muslimian looked at him nervously: "Master Di, hello."

Mo Junting stretched out his hand: "Prince Muslim, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Muslimian became even more nervous after being called out by him.

There are many princes in this world, but there is only one emperor.

(End of this chapter)