The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 41
After Yan Zhixin's previous nightmare, not long after she settled down, she started dreaming again.

She dreams of the man who robbed her of her innocence.

In the darkness, she couldn't see his face, but she was held tightly in his arms.

There was also his slightly rapid breathing in her ear.

She seems to be swinging back and forth between heaven and hell...

But her person has not been sober.

The sleeping pills she swallowed blurred her consciousness. She wanted to wake up, but couldn't.

When Mo Junting finally woke up, looking at her again, he suddenly froze.

Last time, he had a fever and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

This time, it was real.

Thinking of her babbling words, if she woke up, if she saw these... Mo Junting, who never cared what anyone thought, suddenly didn't want to see her wake up and find everything and collapse at this moment.

Bingshan Emperor Shaofu, who had never served anyone before, came to his mind and thought of a sentence: if you do the right thing, you must leave evidence, if you do something you shouldn't do, you must destroy the corpse!

He got up and dressed, called the maid into the room to deal with the aftermath, and kicked open Ling Feng's door.

Ling Feng fell asleep just in time to be woken up suddenly, with a broken expression on his face.

In the past, Mo Junting suffered from insomnia and often took him out to race cars in the middle of the night. After Yan Zhixin came, he managed to sleep peacefully for a few days.

result……

again!

Looking at the tall man in front of the door, Ling Feng said with a mournful face: "Young master, are you insomnia again? The elixir has failed?"

Mo Junting was in high spirits, and his deep eyes were shining brightly: "No, I swallowed the elixir."

"Beast!" Ling Feng resisted the urge to slap the door panel on his face, and said bitterly, "If you can't sleep, you come to me. Now that you have the elixir, why do you still come to me? Feed me dog food?"

Mo Junting's lips curled into a faint smile: "Give me the medicine."

Hey!
Ling Feng suddenly had the urge to turn into a Tibetan mastiff and bite him.

Opening the door of the pharmacy, he picked out several boxes of different medicines from the dazzling array of medicine shelves, and stuffed them into his arms all at once: "Afterwards, it's all in place."

Mo Junting picked up the medicine and looked at it, then stretched out his hand again: "The traces need to be eliminated."

Ling Feng: "..."

Taking out the ointment and stuffing it into his hand, Ling Feng looked at the man who threw him away when he was done using it up, and leaned against the door weakly: "Even his iron tree has blossomed, why am I still single... God damn it eye!"

When Mo Junting returned to the bedroom, Yan Zhixin was still asleep. The maid had already changed into a four-piece suit and helped her with simple treatment. She slept soundly, and she could feel her light and shallow breathing when she approached her slightly.

He felt that she was like a trap from which people could never recover. If they accidentally fell into it, they could never get out or quit.

(End of this chapter)