The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 58 If you wishful thinking...

Tears welled out of the eyes.

Young Master Bingshan of the dignified imperial family, hehe...

After a long time, she regained her composure, poured the milk into the toilet, and walked back into the room like a walking dead.

Benedict!
There was a knock on the door.

Yan Zhixin's heart skipped a beat, she immediately got out of bed, put on her shoes, and rushed to the French windows... If it was Mo Junting, she would jump down and look for the Tibetan mastiff.

In the entire castle, the only thing she can rely on is the Tibetan mastiff.

A voice came from outside the door: "Miss Yan, are you asleep?"

Yan Zhixin immediately recognized Huangfu Feilin's voice.

With a move in her heart, she walked to the door and opened it: "What's the matter?"

Huangfu Feilin suddenly saw Yan Zhixin's calm face, as if she had seen a ghost: "You..."

How are you?

Did the medicine fail?

Or did she not drink that glass of milk?

Huangfu Feilin had already made all the preparations. When the effect of the medicine took effect, she would immediately "invite" her to a hidden place in the garden, let the bodyguards rape her, and then went to Mo Junting to catch her.

When the time comes and everyone gets the stolen goods, Mo Junting will definitely throw this dirty thing into the sea and feed it to the sharks!

However, she did not expect that Yan Zhixin seemed to be completely fine.

Yan Zhixin raised her eyes and glanced at her, then opened the door: "Is there something wrong? Come in and talk."

Huangfu Feilin suppressed the surprise in her heart, and strode into the room.

This is the second time she has entered this room.

The room is still luxurious, but the owner is not her.

Huangfu Feilin just wanted to tear Yan Zhixin apart immediately, but her eyes lingered involuntarily, imagining all these scenes that belonged to her, and finally landed on the empty milk glass after a long time, she felt a little more settled in her heart.

Maybe it's just that the individual's constitution is different, and the effect of the medicine is delayed.

Yan Zhixin said lightly: "Sit down."

Huangfu Feilin didn't sit down, and walked in front of Yan Zhixin on high heels that were more than ten centimeters high, and said in an aggressive tone, "You bumpkin, I advise you to leave Cousin Ting! He can only belong to me!"

Yan Zhixin looked at her steadily for a while, then smiled and said, "Okay."

"If you're wishful thinking..." Huangfu Feilin didn't realize what she answered in the middle of speaking, and immediately stopped, swallowing all the threatening words, "What did you just say?"

Yan Zhixin looked calm: "I'm a bumpkin, I won't have any wishful thinking about Mo Junting, and I won't stay here to obstruct your eyes, the premise is that you send me to Haishi Wharf before tomorrow morning."

Huangfu Feilin couldn't believe it: "Really?"

Yan Zhixin leaned back on the sofa, those unique eyes looked at people like clear and cool mountain spring water, unspeakably cold: "Believe it or not."

Huangfu Feilin narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly laughed: "You're smart. But you have to promise that I didn't send you away, but you left by yourself, otherwise..."

"Yes." Yan Zhixin's eyes were as clear as water, "Tomorrow we will use the racing car as an excuse to circle the island to the place farthest from the castle. You can send the ferry over."

Huangfu Feilin didn't believe that she would be so forthright: "What if you hang on and beat me up tomorrow?"

"Didn't you record it? Are you still afraid of me?" Yan Zhixin smiled, picked up the landline, dialed the internal number, and pressed the speakerphone.

Soon, the phone was connected, and Ling Shan's voice came out: "Miss Yan, what can I order?"

Under Huangfu Feilin's nervous gaze, Yan Zhixin asked calmly: "Mr. Housekeeper, hello, I want to go out racing with Miss Huangfu tomorrow morning, but I don't have a car, can I borrow one from you?"

(End of this chapter)