The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 87
Under the gaze of her grandfather, Yan Zhixin had no choice but to bite the bullet and go out to see her off.

Mo Junting backed the car out of the garage, this time he was not driving the Diwei, which symbolized the authority of the imperial family, but a luxury car that could be bought on the market, worth tens of millions.

However, the tens of millions of luxury cars are not high-profile for him, but for low-key.

The evening sun was warm and lazy, Yan Zhixin watched his car get out of the big iron gate, immediately ended her task of "seeing off guests", turned around and locked the door.

Hearing the sound of the door, Mo Junting turned his face to the side, his face darkened, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered two words: "Inkstone."

It was obviously still his nickname back then, but when he yelled it out, it was full of indescribable threats.

Yan Zhixin's hands froze, if he threatened her with grandpa... She immediately realized that it was wrong to run home.

So, she went out decisively and ran towards the flower bed outside.

Mo Junting looked at her fleeing back, his heart seemed to be gently pinched, and then trembled slightly.

How scary is he?
Is she so eager to escape from him?

The engine made a high-pitched and delicate roar, and Mo Junting, with a skillful drift, stopped beautifully beside Yan Zhixin.

In the half-opened car window, Mo Junting's profile was as sharp as a knife, and the backlight made his coldness even deeper. He didn't turn his face away, but simply said two words: "Get in the car."

Yan Zhixin paused, then suddenly changed direction, and ran towards the narrow alleyway of the neighbor's house in three steps at a time.

...That road cannot be driven by a car.

Mo Junting: "..."

Want to strangle her!

After passing through the alleyway, Yan Zhixin turned a corner and ran wildly again.

This historical city is huge, and the old-fashioned walls still remain, like a real-life maze.

At a speed of 800 meters, she nimbly turned a few turns in the alley, walked to a remote alley, looked back at the empty road, patted her chest and exhaled: "He should I won't be chasing you."

There was a relaxed smile on the corner of her lips. She was about to walk forward when she inadvertently bumped into a pair of deep eyes.

"what……"

With one hand in his pocket, Mo Junting stared at her condescendingly, with a playful sullen voice in his deep voice, "I'm scary? Huh?"

The simple word "um" has an unidentified danger in the charm of the ending sound.

Yan Zhixin's scalp tingled for a while.

She claimed to be familiar with this place, but she forgot that this place has not changed for 100 years, and he is no stranger to it.

Lifting her face resentfully, Yan Zhixin pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying: "That... I've finished sending you off, haven't I?"

Mo Junting reached out and pinched her chin, his voice was distant and cold: "Who wants you to send it?"

An uneasy premonition wells up...

Yan Zhixin pressed her chin hard, letting herself look at the ants queuing up on the ground, if there was a sewer in front of her, she would definitely lift the lid and jump in!
"I haven't seen you in a few years, but your courage has grown a lot." The force of his fingertips was full of oppression. Mo Junting saw her rejection written all over her body, and a gleam of light flashed through her bluish black pupils, and he shot suddenly , carrying her on his shoulders.

"Ah, what are you doing!"

With her legs kicking wildly in the air, Yan Zhixin waved her fist in horror and beat him indiscriminately.

There was sullen light in Mo Junting's eyes, he turned around quickly, and leaned her against the ancient and vicissitudes of the wall, grabbed her hands with his powerful hands, raised them above his head, and pressed them against the wall.

(End of this chapter)