The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 85 Momo, this is Ermo, hahahaha...

Concentrating on searching the memory of Mo Mo, Yan Zhixin vaguely remembered that he was a cold and arrogant young man.

As for the appearance, it is completely blurred.

She looks at the man.

Although his eyes were light, with a hint of elegance, a hint of indifference, and a hint of laziness, she could still see from the bottom of his deep eyes that he was a neurotic threat.

He is threatening her!
This beast!

For unknown reasons, he put on gentle sheepskin in front of his grandfather.

Once this sheepskin is torn off, he will reveal the face of a beast!
She must not let him hurt grandpa!
If he dares to do anything to her grandfather, she will drag him to be buried with her when she dies!

Yan Zhixin clenched her fists resentfully, but raised her smiling face under Grandpa's gaze: "So it's you, long time no see."

There was an unpredictable light in Mo Junting's eyes: "It's me, it's a coincidence that we met again."

"The world is so small." Yan Zhixin looked down at his hand that was gracefully resting on the wheelchair, resisting the urge to ask Xie Dabi and Xie Sanzhi to bite him together, and maintained her smile, "The nougat made by grandma It's delicious, I'll serve it to you."

Mo Junting hooked the corners of his lips, seemed to think of something and put it down again, looked away as if nothing had happened, and pushed his grandfather into the living room.

Yan Zhixin took advantage of the opportunity to enter the door, and found that nougat and fresh fruit had already been placed on the coffee table in the living room, she curled her lips, turned and went upstairs.

Mo Junting looked at the slender figure, the hair that fluttered with the movements, and the straight legs that were as smooth as pearls, and there was a touch of beauty in the beauty that was like poetry.

Ten years is but a snap of the fingers.

The anger towards her in his heart was strangely reduced, and he couldn't help but recall the little girl he saw standing in front of the big carved iron gate when he was brought home by the teacher.

She squatted in front of the four dogs, and while distributing the dog food, she patted the dogs' heads and talked.

"Dabi, you performed well today, I'll give you a little more."

"Ermo, you're so naughty, you buried grandpa's slippers in the yard again, and your ration was cut in half."

"Three papers,..."

She was wearing a white T-shirt with a little black dog painted on her chest, and black pants with two little white cats drawn on her knees with a white pen. Her body was dyed with a faint golden light.

The teacher led him in and introduced him, "This is Momo, my new student, who will live in our house for a while."

Her eyes were wide open, she pointed at the only black dog among the four dogs and bent over with a smile: "Mo Mo, this is Er Mo, hahahaha..."

After Yan Zhixin went upstairs, her heart was still beating non-stop, as if it was about to pop out of her chest.

Is he really Grandpa's student?
Running into grandpa's treasure room, Yan Zhixin searched carefully on the photo wall, and soon found a photo of Mo Mo many years ago.

The teenage boy stood in front of the handrail of the stairs, his posture was arrogant and elegant, his face was astonishingly handsome, there was frost and moonlight between his brows, his pair of slightly blue eyes were like the brightest stars, The corners of the lips are slightly hooked, seeming lazy and cold.

The black Xie Ermo was squatting at his feet, with his head slightly tilted, his expression very soft and cute.

After tearing off the photo, Yan Zhixin slowly sat down on the ground, propping her elbows on her knees, her fingertips resting on her small chin, frowning... her memory is still a bit fuzzy.

Suddenly, there was a "meow" sound outside the window, and Xie Xiaoyan of her family jumped onto the window sill of the collection room at some point, and such a fat orange tremblingly stepped on the catwalk, making people suspect that it accidentally "clicked" "It fell down with a sound.

Yan Zhixin stared at it: "Xie Xiaoyan..."

(End of this chapter)