The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 29 Do you want to eat?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhixin felt relieved, and walked towards the door.

The maid thought she was going to play the piano, so she helped her take care of everything, lit the incense again, and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"The piano is very good." Yan Zhixin didn't care if she could understand or not, and sighed, "But it's not suitable for me."

Not in the mood to go shopping anymore, her feet are not convenient for exercising, she took a book in the study and went back to the room to hide under the blanket to read.

The maid wanted to persuade her to go out more, but she couldn't speak the language, so she had to give up.

After three days, the feet were completely healed.

She also made an escape plan.

The first step is to familiarize yourself with Junlin Island and Mo Junting's routine.

Only by staggering his time can she escape safely.

For this reason, she got up before six o'clock.

When she walked out of the room, there was no one around, and the bodyguard who usually stood guard outside her door was gone.

Yan Zhixin looked around while walking.The calligraphy and paintings of famous artists are hung on the promenade along the way, which is also pleasing to the eye.

Because of her grandfather, she is very familiar with the calligraphy of famous masters, but after looking at them one by one, she did not see her grandfather's calligraphy again.

Except, the one in Mo Junting's study.

Thinking of her grandpa, she shook her head with a bitter look in her eyes. The most famous calligrapher in those days found it difficult to hold chopsticks.

The calligraphy in the study room has become a masterpiece.

Walking around in the maze-like castle, I walked around to the kitchen door inadvertently.

Smelling the strong aroma coming from inside, she poked her head in to have a look, and immediately a servant found her, and respectfully stepped forward to ask: "Ms. Yan, good morning, what would you like to eat?"

Yan Zhixin asked casually, "Can I eat anything?"

The servant smiled and said, "As long as it's not too special, the kitchen is equipped. If it's a special menu, you need to make an appointment."

Yan Zhixin nodded, ordered the most common breakfast, then walked into the restaurant and sat waiting.

The breakfast was delivered quickly, and she was just starting to drink the milk when a uniform greeting came from outside the door: "Master, good morning."

Yan Zhixin raised her head suddenly, and saw Mo Junting, who was wearing a light gray sportswear, walking in surrounded by bodyguards who were also wearing sportswear.

The sportswear was soft and close-fitting, and Mo Junting's figure was straight and fit, with long legs and brisk steps.

Probably because he had just finished running, his hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes were as deep as the sea in the morning, and a drop of crystal-clear sweat slid down his face, not only did not damage his handsomeness, but added a bit of sexiness.

If this appearance was seen by a woman outside, she would probably scream and faint.

Even she, if she didn't know in advance, would not be able to imagine that he is a psychopath.

The only fortunate thing is that he is still willing to exercise and has not given up on treatment.

Without looking further, Yan Zhixin lowered her head and took a sip of milk, picked up the egg and peeled it.

Mo Junting glanced at her expressionlessly, and saw that there was a trace of milk on her lips, and her white and slender neck rolled out a soft arc as she swallowed, which reminded him involuntarily of that night when he kissed her. Lips smelling of fresh goat milk and the "Mom..." she shouted

Mo Junting's mood suddenly turned sour, Mo Junting took the water handed over by the servant and drank it all in one gulp, striding towards Yan Zhixin's side, with his hands resting on the white chain link tablecloth, his deep eyes tightly locked onto hers. On his face, anger floated faintly: "Did you sleep well?"

Yan Zhixin looked up at him blankly, and said truthfully, "It's okay."

After speaking, she found that the anger in his eyes was a little more intense, and she didn't know where to offend him, so she quickly diverted his attention and raised the freshly peeled egg in her hand: "Do you want to eat?"

(End of this chapter)