The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 88 As long as you are my woman
"It hurts..." Yan Zhi's back was pressed heavily against the wall, and Yan Zhi was in pain so much that she was about to shed tears, but she couldn't move, and could only stare at him.

Without even thinking about it, Yan Zhixin raised her leg and kicked at his vitals.

Mo Junting's eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his long legs, pressed her legs against the wall, and looked at her leisurely: "Didn't you ask me what I want? Of course I want it!"

Yan Zhixin was startled, and it took a long time to understand, her face turned green: "You..."

Mo Junting stared at her as if time stood still.

Yan Zhixin lowered her head in frustration, and said with a mournful face: "Uncle Mo, Uncle Mo, I was wrong, please let me go. Please, for the sake of our acquaintance, don't embarrass me anymore, your world It's too big, I can't afford it. I just want to find a job and make money..."

Mo Junting said coldly, "What did you call me?"

The body lines are neat and cold, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if the moment he stepped out of his grandfather's house, he was coated with a domineering and cold border.

In other words, the moment he stepped out of Xie's house, he was no longer the humble and polite Mo Mo in front of Mr. Xie, but Mo Junting, the young master of Bingshan Emperor.

Yan Zhixin was instinctively afraid of him, she shrank her neck: "It's nothing, you heard it wrong."

Mo Junting's eyes dimmed, and he said expressionlessly, "You want to make money?"

Yan Zhixin didn't know what his purpose was, so she nodded her head weakly: "You have also seen my grandfather's condition, so I just want to earn some money to treat my grandfather... Young Master Mo, if I ever felt sorry for you in the past, Please, my lord, don’t remember the villain’s mistakes, and pass me as a fart, okay?”

Her response was clear four words: "I don't fart."

After Yan Zhixin had finished talking good and bad things, seeing that he was still unmoved, her temper "babbled" into her heart: "Then what exactly do you want?"

"I can cure your grandfather's illness." Mo Junting looked down at her from above, his bottomless eyes were full of coldness that was inevitable, "As long as you are my woman."

There was a few seconds of dead silence.

The feeling between the two of them has never been so close to going to the grave... cold and solemn.

Is this what people say?

Yan Zhixin felt desolate in her heart.

I really want to slap him hard.

Grandpa really liked him as a student, and taught him calligraphy very seriously, without reservation.

But what about him?

Do you really regard grandpa as a teacher?
Not only did he not regard grandpa as a teacher, but he also used it as a weapon to threaten her devotion.

She felt chilled.

I feel terribly cold because my grandfather taught this white-eyed wolf!

Yan Zhixin kicked him hard with all her strength: "Go to hell!"

The man's expression instantly became extremely scary, his expressionless face seemed to be frozen, and even the afterglow of the setting sun could not shine into his eyes.

The handsome facial features are like ice sculptures.

Raising his hand to catch the leg she kicked over, he reached out to grab her, carried her on his shoulder, and strode towards the sports car.

"Hey, let me down!" Yan Zhixin lay on his shoulders, head down, and stretched out her hand to grab something in a panic, just in time to grab his hair, she pulled it hard, and said angrily, "If you mess around again, I will die with you!"

Tightening her hand, Mo Junting's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker.

Can you catch another...

There was a storm in Mo Junting's eyes: "Try pulling my hair again!"

Yan Zhixin shivered for a moment, let go of his hair, and saw that the slightly messy hair she grabbed slightly covered his cold eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, hiding a cold wildness.

(End of this chapter)