Chapter 33: Poor little sheep

"What's going on?!"

Overhead, the familiar male voice, like the winter of the northern country, is cold and majestic.

There is no need to look up Pei Yunqing knew who it was, and immediately stretched out his hand, hugged Tang Moshen's waist, raised his right arm and pointed at everyone, and the person complained miserably.

"Uncle, they beat me!"

The little fox who was still pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger just now, and played the Luo family around, has instantly turned into a poor little sheep.

Tang Moshen looked along her arm, and swept to her white and tender arm like a fresh lotus root at a glance, and the three red finger prints that Hu Liping grabbed were as long as a slap, and one of them was also broken, and the color was tender red, which was particularly obvious.

No matter how much she tossed, how much trouble she caused, no matter how disobedient she was, and even opened a bloody hole with a bullet in his arm, he didn't even move a finger from her, and they dared to hit her?!

Man, angry!

His ink eyes shrank, and Tang Moshen's face was already covered with a chill.

"Do you dare the wicked to sue first......"

Bai Fengqin was about to wring, but when she touched his gaze, the swimming ring on her waist shrank in fright, and she was dumb in place with her mouth open, like a demented pig.

"Don ...... Minister Tang ...... "Luo Jiali also reacted at this time, and stepped down the steps with a smile, "Don't listen to this stinky girl......"

Stinky girl?

These three words are also what he can call!

Tang Moshen stretched out his left hand.

In the next moment, Luo Jiali had already fallen over like a broken sack, smashing on the marble floor at Bai Fengqin's feet, instinctively wanting to stand up with his arms, his right hand was just struggling, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", his right arm had been bent into an incredible shape, and the person immediately fell back to the ground, holding his arm and screaming like a pig.

"My arm, my arm...... It hurts me to death......"

Tang Mo lowered his long eyelashes, and his eyes showed disdain.

It's just that the broken arm is called like this, it's really cowardly!

Deserve!

Pei Yunqing is eyes flashed with laugh lines.

She is a doctor, and just looking at the angle of Luo Jiali's arm bending, she knows that a comminuted fracture will definitely not be able to run.

Hurt muscles and bones for a hundred days, doesn't this kid always like to stretch out his salty pig hand to girls, this time I'm afraid that he won't be able to touch it even if it is delivered to him.

"Jiali, son......" Bai Fengqin squatted down to support her son, her fat face was already so pale that there was no blood, "Hurry up...... Call an ambulance! ”

Sister-in-law Song came back to her senses, turned around and rushed into the living room.

Hu Liping next to him was even more frightened, and his right hand, which had just grabbed Pei Yunqing, was trembling.

The woman with sharp teeth on weekdays has already been so frightened that she doesn't dare to come out at this time.

Looking at her son's tragic situation, Bai Fengqin raised her face to look at Tang Moshen, originally wanting to accuse the other party of two sentences, a pair of men's eyes, and swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.

Who is this?

The minister of a country is in a high position of power, second only to Mr. President.

For such a character, killing someone is nothing more than crushing an ant, let alone breaking one of her son's arms.

Afraid that this person would be angry and kill, Secretary Wen hurriedly ran over and whispered.

"Minister, Miss has an injury, let's deal with it first!"

This master is angry, and if he doesn't care about anything else, it is naturally best to talk about Pei Yun lightly.

Really.

Tang Moshen retracted his gaze, and his gaze fell on Pei Yun's lightly scratched arm.

"Inform Luo Lao, and say that I, Tang Moshen, have taken people away!" The palm of his hand patted comfortingly on Pei Yun's back, and his big hand carefully supported her arm, and when Tang Moshen spoke again, his tone was already gentle, "Get in the car!" ”