"I ......" Luo Jiahui's face turned green, "Minister Tang, I'm really not playing with you, I'm ...... I saw it with my own eyes...... I'll find someone for you......"

As she spoke, she had already rushed over, opened the bathroom door to see, turned back to uncover the quilt, and even lay on the ground to look under the bed......

Seeing Luo Jiahui crawling and rummaging around, Ning Zetian almost couldn't control his laughter, and was busy covering his lips with his hands and pretending to cough twice.

The guest room is so big, she's standing here now, where is this idiot going?!

Stinky girl, beware of leaks!

Pei Yun glared at Ning Zetian lightly as a reminder.

Her uncle is a human spirit, in case he sees a flaw, she will only be afraid of death and don't know how to die!

Tang Moshen's gaze swept over Ning Zetian's face, and fell on Luo Jiahui, who was still looking around, and drank impatiently.

"Enough!"

"Minister Tang, I really saw it, right...... I...... I still have photos ......"

Luo Jiahui grabbed her mobile phone in a panic and rushed over, wanting to show Tang Moshen.

Photo?

Pei Yun was lightly nervous, and found that after Luo Jiahui was following, she deliberately played this scene with Ning Zetian.

I was very careful not to give her a straight face along the way, but this guy actually took a photo?

She was about to find a way to refute, but Tang Moshen had already reached out his right hand like lightning, and his fingers grabbed Luo Jiahui's throat like iron tongs.

The last time she framed Pei Yunqing, he hadn't settled accounts with her yet.

This time, because of her nonsense, he almost misunderstood Pei Yunqing.

Luckily, he didn't really lose his temper with his clouds.

This Luo Jiahui didn't take the initiative to apologize, but he was still talking nonsense here?

With a sore throat, Luo Jiahui's mobile phone hit the ground, coughing painfully, and his mouth was still repeating.

"I ...... Really...... Ahem......"

Tang Mo Shen put more force on his hands, and the roots of Luo Jiahui's feet had already left the ground.

Almost unable to breathe, her face had already turned the color of pig liver, she was wheezing and struggling rapidly, and her hands reached over, trying to pull Tang Moshen's fingers away.

The man's fingers are like steel, and her little strength is tantamount to an ant shaking a tree, which is naturally in vain.

Wen Ziqian looked at Luo Jiahui's already red face, for fear that Tang Moshen would really kill someone.

"Minister!"

Tang Mo sank and ignored it.

Pei Yunqing was also afraid that he would really miss and kill Luo Jiahui, and it would be difficult to clean up the matter when the time came.

"Uncle!" She shook his arm hurriedly, "There has been a lesson this time, she will definitely not dare in the future, you spare her!" ”

In fact, Tang Moshen has a sense of proportion in his hands, if he really wants to kill Luo Jiahui, he only needs two seconds, why bother?

deliberately did this, just to make her understand the price of provoking Pei Yunqing.

Before Luo Jiahui could suffocate, he let go of his fingers, threw her on the floor like a rag bag, and took out a handkerchief to wipe her soiled fingers.

"Next time, I want you dead!"

At this time, Luo Jiahui was so frightened that she couldn't breathe, where could she answer, but she just shook her head in a panic and said she didn't dare.

Ignoring her again, Tang Moshen turned to look at Ning Zetian, and his ink eyes fell on her face with a bit of scrutiny.

"Who are you?"

This time was the first time Ning Zetian saw Tang Moshen.

Tang Mo Shen is famous, and of course Ning Zetian has heard a lot of his legends.

Just now, Tang Mo looked at Luo Jiahui, which was tantamount to Hell Yama, which scared her enough, and when she saw him suddenly talking to herself, she couldn't help but stop talking.

"I ...... I'm ......."