The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 977 Do You Dislike Me?
Yan Zhixin understood.

Although this guy is a flower, he doesn't know how to use two boats with one foot.

Only when the previous relationship is completely broken will you find a new target.

No wonder he was going crazy.

Yan Zhixin burst out laughing with a "puchi": "So we two are sisters and sisters?"

Lin Lan blocked her mouth with a pissing cow ball: "Fart!"

Not wanting to discuss Yinxuechuan anymore, Lin Lan quickly changed the subject: "I will save time for you on your birthday. If you go out with your man, tell me."

Yan Zhixin readily agreed: "Okay, cheers."

Time passed day by day.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day before Yan Zhixin's birthday.

Mo Junting hasn't come back yet.

Can you come back in time?
I glanced at my phone from time to time, but there was neither his message nor his call.

Yan Zhixin was inexplicably anxious.

Until he fell asleep that night, Mo Junting did not show up, nor did he receive any news.

It's a Saturday on my birthday.

Yan Zhixin decided not to wait for him anymore, she dressed herself up beautifully, and went out to eat, drink, have fun with Lin Lan, from getting up in the morning until sunset.

She calmed down.

Lin Lan was not calm anymore: "Why hasn't Young Master Di appeared yet?"

Yan Zhixin had an aggrieved face: "Do you despise me?"

Lin Lan hooked her shoulder and said, "I care about you, okay?"

Taking out the prepared gift and giving it to her, Lin Lan looked at the time and said, "Will he forget? How about I remind him?"

Yan Zhixin shook her head resolutely: "No!"

If she wants to be reminded that he remembers her birthday, then what's the use of him!
Lin Lan looked at her from top to bottom with her big eyes covered in mascara, and said with a smile, "Okay, if you don't want it, don't. Take the gift and take a picture."

The two got together and took a beautiful photo. Lin Lan moved her finger and posted the photo on Weibo. Aityan Zhixin edited the text: Happy birthday to my dear little Yan Zhier!

Just about to send it, Yan Zhixin's cell phone rang.

Mo Junting called.

Yan Zhixin looked at the phone, but didn't answer it for a while.

Lin Lan poked her: "Hurry up, let's see if we want to give him the death penalty or a reprieve."

Yan Zhixin was silent for a moment, then answered the phone, and switched on the speakerphone.

Then, Mo Junting's deep voice came: "Yanzhi, where are you?"

Tsk, this tone.

You're really welcome.

Lin Lan mouthed to Yan Zhixin, "Death penalty."

Yan Zhixin asked without answering, "Is there something wrong?"

Lin Lan gave her a thumbs-up, and mouthed: "Reply full marks."

Mo Junting chuckled lightly, as melodious and sexy as a cello: "Are you angry?"

Yan Zhixin said dryly: "No."

Mo Junting smiled again: "Turn back."

The two turned around at the same time, and at some point, there was a row of black cars parked on the side of the road behind them, one of which was particularly conspicuous.

Because, that is Diwei.

When they turned their heads, the door of Diwei's car opened, Mo Junting got out of the car, and walked towards them with long legs.

Yan Zhixin curled her lips, turned around and left.

Lin Lan raised her eyebrows and stood aside to watch.

Mo Junting was tall and had long legs, and Yan Zhixin was caught up by Mo Junting within a few steps.

Mo Junting stretched out his long arms, forcefully pulled her into his arms, and said softly, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Warm breath brushed against her neck, she felt a numbness behind her ears, and reached out to push him.

He hugged her tightly, but she didn't push away.

She turned her face sullenly, and then heard the man say again: "Yanzhi, happy birthday."

that's it?
Yan Zhixin became even angrier.

(End of this chapter)