The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 7 Bring it
Mo Junting personally put Yan Zhixin on the luxurious big bed in the presidential suite, Ling Feng saw the bright finger prints on her neck and the red marks on her face, and just wanted to slap herself.

The young master is a proper virgin, why would he need such a thing?Right!
The long ink-colored hair of the girl lying unconscious on the bed was scattered like a waterfall, making her face shine like jade. One can imagine how charming she would be when she opened her eyes.

only……

Will the young master appreciate it?
Will the young master take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade?

Ling Feng thought of Mo Junting's gentle and watery appearance, and suddenly shuddered coldly.

Looking forward to the gentleness of the young master, it is better to look forward to the sun rising from the west!
As a skilled and seasoned doctor, Ling Feng brushed her long hair aside very neatly, opened the medicine box, took out tools for simple treatment.

Looking at the clean cotton swab after wiping his face, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "No makeup? The skin is good."

After finishing speaking, he took a small glance at Mo Junting, seeing his face was slightly cold, Ling Feng quickly explained: "Clean up the cold compress and then apply medicine, and it will be back to perfection within 10 minutes."

Mo Junting stretched out his hand expressionlessly: "Bring it."

Ling Feng didn't react for a while, and was about to ask, Mo Junting's thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered another word: "Medicine."

Ling Feng suddenly jumped up in shock.

what?
The dignified Bingshan Emperor actually planned to administer the medicine himself?

This girl... must have saved the galaxy in her previous life, right?

Mo Junting said coldly, "You can go out now."

Ling Feng: "..."

Actually crossing the river and demolishing the bridge!

However, Ling Feng was more curious, what exactly does the young master want to do to him?

After Ling Feng left, there were only two people left in the huge presidential suite.

Looking at the girl sleeping sweetly on the bed, Mo Junting's eyes were deep and focused.

But the focus of his gaze didn't stay on her face, instead he wanted to find the memories of the past through this face.

He stretched out his hand involuntarily...

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
There was a knock on the door.

A murderous look flashed across Mo Junting's eyes, and he said coldly, "You better have something important to do."

Under the overwhelming pressure, Ling Shan bowed and said: "Young master, the investigation has come to a conclusion."

Mo Junting's thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a word: "Say."

Ling Shan said: "Miss Yan Zhixin is the only eldest daughter of the Yan family. Grandma Yan, Mrs. Yan hates her, father Yan Haiping's private life is chaotic and doesn't care about family affairs, and the oil bottle Yan Lanxin brought back by his stepmother Li Cairong has become the jewel in the palm of the Yan family. Yan Zhixin Miss has not been very happy these years."

Mo Junting's eyes were cold: "The Yan family is still so disgusting."

"That's true." Ling Shan and Ling Feng's personalities are completely opposite. Every action, every expression, and every word are meticulous. "Sixteen months ago, the Oulu Group deliberately expanded its power and focused on the fat meat of the Yan family. The young master Lu Mingyao personally went out to capture Miss Yan Zhixin's heart, and the two established a relationship as a couple."

Noticing that Mo Junting's eyes were stern, but he didn't mean to interrupt, Ling Shan continued, "Eleven months ago, Yan Lanxin took the initiative to seduce Lu Mingyao after meeting Lu Mingyao and Miss Yan Zhixin together, and Lu Mingyao thought Yan Lanxin has more status in the Yan family than Ms. Yan Zhixin, so she chose Yan Lanxin. Yesterday, Yan Lanxin knew that Ms. Yan Zhixin would come to the hotel, and deliberately gave her a chance to catch a rape and declare her sovereignty, which caused her to be slapped by Lu Mingyao just now... "

Thinking of the vivid palm prints on Yan Zhixin's face, Mo Junting's expression was extremely clear.

(End of this chapter)