The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 970 Went to a Competitor

But if she doesn't go back, where can she go?
The Xie family is only a few hundred meters away from the old house of the Mo family, and he can reach it in minutes.

Dijingxuan is also his territory, it is impossible to hide from him.

The villa that Mo Ming gave away was not in Haishi, but in the imperial capital.

However, even in Haishi, it doesn't make any sense.

Mo Junting couldn't be stopped.

The apartment she bought herself—it hasn't been handed over yet!

For a moment, Yan Zhi's heart was filled with desolation.

Picking up the phone, he was about to spend the night with Lin Lan, when a sudden flash of light came to his mind, why should he stay overnight, isn't the Oriental International Hotel the best choice?
The Oriental International Hotel is the only hotel in China that can rival the Intercontinental Hotel.

Still a competitor.

Even if Mo Junting is angry, he can't demolish the Oriental International Hotel!
Turning around and walking back to the hotel lobby, she booked a room for herself, got the room card, and took the elevator upstairs.

Outside the hotel, Zheng Lei and Wu Hang looked at each other, both trembling.

Do you want to report this matter to Mo Junting?
He couldn't live in his own hotel, so he deliberately went to a competitor's hotel. Will Mo Junting vomit blood when he finds out?

Since Yan Zhixin left the Emperor Industry Building, they had to report their whereabouts to Mo Junting every hour.

Now it's time to report their whereabouts once in a while, what should they say this time.

Ms. Yan and Muslimian have booked a room at the Oriental International Hotel?

——It sounds like the two are going (dating) (gunning).

After Ms. Yan helped Muslim to open a room in the Oriental International Hotel, she also opened a room herself?

——It sounds like they are under the guise of breaking up, but they are actually (about) (cannon).

I was really worried that Mo Junting would demolish the Oriental International Hotel.

But if they don't report, not only will the Oriental International Hotel be demolished by Mo Junting, but they will also be chopped up by Ling Feng and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

Reporting is required.

But who will report it?

Zheng Lei and Wu Hang looked at each other for 3 minutes, and finally used the old method.

Rock paper scissors.

Wu Hang released the cloth.

Zheng Lei looked at his fist, his face turned pale, and after a while he struggled to smile, and his voice pretended to be relaxed to report to Mo Junting: "Master..."

Mo Junting's voice was like frost in the twelfth lunar month: "Where is she?"

Zheng Lei trembled in his heart: "At the Oriental International Hotel."

Mo Junting's voice became ten degrees colder in an instant, and went directly to the Arctic glacier: "With that man?"

Zheng Lei didn't know how to answer for a while.

In the few seconds he was thinking about his words, Mo Junting had already hung up the phone.

Zheng Lei looked at the phone and asked Wu Hang worriedly: "Could the young master have misunderstood?"

Wu Hang pondered and said: "It's useless to say anything now. Let's quickly book the room next to Ms. Yan and take turns guarding it. Then we can prove that Ms. Yan did not have close contact with that crooked nut."

The two hurried to the front desk.

In the old house of the Mo family, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly dignified.

How serious is it?
In Ling Shan's words, it can probably compete with the attack on Diwei's military base.

Mo Junting was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at the pointer that had passed nine, his stern handsome face was hidden in the shadow of the light, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, without any movement, he seemed to have the air of ice and snow all over the sky attack

Time passed by second by second.

After a full 60 seconds, Mo Junting raised his head, his eyes were like cold stars, and his fierce aura was instantly revealed: "Ling Shan, I want the information of Muslim."

(End of this chapter)