The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 99 Humanoid Pets
Eight bodyguards jumped out of the cars following Di Wei, blocking her all the way.

Let alone running away, she didn't even have room to take a few steps back.

Yan Zhixin raised her eyes depressedly to look at the emperor's prestige.

The facial features of the man in the car were perfect. Under the bridge of his handsome nose, his beautifully curved lips were tightly pursed. His whole body was chilly, and he was obviously about to lose his patience.

Can't escape.

Can't hide.

Yan Zhixin resigned to her fate and walked to the front of the car. The man stretched out his long arms, dragged her into the car, and hugged her in an absolutely domineering posture.

...as if she were a humanoid pet.

Her face was buried in his arms, and his breath covered the sky, as clear as cedar but with the mellowness of rosewood, brushing against her neck, her face flushed red, and she felt like her whole body was going to burn up.

She turned her neck stiffly and looked up at the man's handsome face: "Let me go!"

Inside the car, the soft light shone on her face, illuminating her small face more delicately and movingly, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, as gently as a butterfly flapping its wings.

Mo Junting suddenly wanted to pinch her eyelashes.

Yan Zhixin saw his burning eyes, as if something was roaring out, and she panicked even more: "Hey, Mo Junting, did you hear me? Let me go!"

In the front seat, both the driver and Ling Feng's heart skipped a beat.

How dare you call Young Master Di by his name?

I really want to give her a thumbs up!

Mo Junting pinched her delicate chin, his voice was devoid of emotion, but extremely sexy and hoarse: "Don't challenge my patience with nonsense."

Yan Zhixin struggled to get rid of his hand: "Then you can't..."

Lips are blocked.

The world is quiet.

He clasped her hand, covered her mouth, and pressed her humanoid pet into his arms, and it stopped moving.

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She can hardly breathe!
I can't move my hands, and I can't move my feet.

She twisted her body, but couldn't move.

Twist again, Mo Junting pinned her waist in dissatisfaction.

Yan Zhixin was filled with despair.

His broad chest, steady heartbeat, and strong arms are all so clear.

His warm breath brushed against her face, itching, like a feather gently flirting on her face.

Yan Zhixin's face was flushed, and her heart beat violently out of her chest.

The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, and her body was so weak that she had no strength.

...It took a long time before she remembered that she could breathe through her nose.

She was so nervous just now, she forgot.

Slowly adjusting her breathing, Yan Zhixin's breathing gradually became smoother. She felt that the car was eerily quiet, and subconsciously raised her eyes to glance at Mo Junting.

This glance made her eyes widen.

Mo Junting closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes drooped down, leaving a small shadow in his eyes, and he fell asleep.

He actually fell asleep?
Yan Zhixin couldn't recover.

Ling Feng was so excited that he almost wanted to say "Long live!"

After the matter of Emperor Entertainment was settled, Mo Junting went overseas to discuss business. The time was seven working days, plus a weekend spent during the period, a total of nine days.

Without Yan Zhixin's elixir, Mo Junting returned to the insomnia state where he could only sleep less than four hours a day.

... For him before this state, it was commonplace.

He's been here for the past few years.

But probably it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

This time, Mo Junting suddenly couldn't stand it anymore.

(End of this chapter)