The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1247 Extra Story [-] "Thank You Words" Book Gallery
Yan Zhixin was preparing for the book gallery while studying in graduate school, and established the "Xie Yu" book gallery as soon as she graduated.

Well-known old artists who had met and chatted with each other signed seven or eight eight, and she invited her grandparents and several old artists as consultants, and held a calligraphy exhibition and an art exhibition right after the opening.

She has made enough preparations, is not short of money, and has Mo Junting as her backing. The exhibition was very successful, attracting the attention of many collectors, and signed a group of new artists. The largest book gallery in Haishi.

Correspondingly, Yan Zhixin was very busy.

Busy, so busy that your feet don't touch the ground.

"Xie Yu" book gallery is opened on Binhai Road, only a few minutes away from the pier, and half an hour by boat from the pier to King's Landing Castle.

She went back and forth between the book gallery and the castle every day, but Mo Junting felt that he hadn't sat down with her for a long time.

Seeing that his birthday was approaching, Mo Junting left the Diye Building an hour early to pick her up at the Book Gallery.

The office of the book gallery is open, and Mo Junting could see his wife lying on the artistic desk from a distance - falling asleep.

See how tired his wife is?
Mo Junting suddenly had the urge to tear down the book gallery.

He sighed helplessly, hugged her horizontally, and led her downstairs and stuffed her into the car under the gossip-filled eyes of everyone, and returned to King's Landing Castle.

Yan Zhixin didn't sleep deeply, and in a daze she realized something was wrong with the touch, and when she looked up, she saw Mo Junting's stormy face.

She rubbed her eyes blankly: "What's wrong?"

Mo Junting gently touched the red marks on her face with his fingertips: "Let's have a baby."

With a child, she won't tire herself out like this.

Yan Zhixin shook her head reflexively: "My career has just started on the right track."

Mo Junting was just thinking about it casually, and he didn't mean to force her: "Yes, as long as you get off work two hours early every day, spend an hour working out with me, and leave all the time for me in the evening."

Yan Zhixin thought to herself, it's fine if she doesn't work overtime, and she leaves work two hours early.

But seeing his death stare, she immediately faltered and agreed immediately.

Mo Junting pushed forward: "Accompany me for three days on vacation."

Yan Zhixin curled her lips: "All right."

For the next three days, she would stay in King's Landing Castle, eat and sleep, and be a salted fish without dreams.

When she was busy, she didn't feel too tired, but when she relaxed, she felt her waist and knees were sore and weak, and her energy was not good, and the more she slept, the more she wanted to sleep.

Mo Junting couldn't stand it anymore, and dragged her to run.

She took two steps: "I'm so tired."

Mo Junting dragged him to the gym and asked her to do sit-ups. She did two sit-ups. She felt uncomfortable pressing her stomach, so she resolutely lay down on the mat: "I can't get up."

Mo Junting: "...to what extent are you sub-healthy, get up."

Yan Zhixin turned over and continued to be a salted fish: "Let me rest, I feel a little sick to my stomach."

"The period is coming?" Mo Junting put his hand on her stomach familiarly, "Shall I rub it for you?"

Usually, she likes him rubbing like this very much.

But this time, for some reason, his palm was pressed down, and she felt short of breath: "Don't, the more you rub it, the more uncomfortable it will be."

Mo Junting frowned and sized her up, then got up and picked up his cell phone to make a call.

Ling Feng was abducted by Xiao Jiujiu to the Southern Capital, and he directly gave the female doctor who had treated Yan Zhixin to come and experience it for her.

Yan Zhixin muttered: "I'm just too tired."

Unexpectedly, the doctor said two words to her after the examination: "Congratulations."

(End of this chapter)