After finishing speaking, regardless of everyone's reaction, he directly took a room card from Liang Qi's hand, and glanced at Luo Qifeng, who hurriedly followed without any backbone.
Han Yichen looked at the backs of the two walking away with tears in his eyes, and wailed softly, "Damn it! It hurts my heart, old man!"
"Brother's condolences! There is no hope for you to rob people with Master Mo!" Yang Liang patted him on the shoulder with a half-smile and didn't know what it meant.
Liang Qi on the side also looked unclear.
Han Yichen felt that he was really aggrieved by the speaker, but he couldn't help it. Who made him so lucky that he hired a master at such a low price that no one else could hire.
Forget it, for his own life, and for Xiao Fengfeng's family mission, he just endured it.
***
Luo Qifeng washed himself in the bathroom and almost peeled off his skin, then he changed his clothes and went out with a little twist.
Mo Shang was sitting by the bed, looking at her quietly, trying to suck her in like a whirlpool.
"That... I suddenly remembered that I wanted to discuss something with Han Yichen." Luo Qifeng felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, and wanted to run away for no reason.
"What's the matter?!" Mo Shang raised his eyebrows, and his tone was inexplicably oppressive.
"It's about the ancient tomb." Luo Qifeng forced himself to find an excuse to slip away.
She decided that no matter whether she would be energetic tomorrow or not, she must stay at Han Yichen's place until midnight tonight, and come back when Master Mo fell asleep.
Otherwise, she always has a feeling that she will lose her innocence.
"To discuss with him, why not talk to me!" The corners of Mo Shang's mouth curled upwards, but matched with his icy face, he definitely looked gloomy.
Luo Qifeng swallowed his saliva and took two steps back, turned around and wanted to run, but just as soon as he moved, he felt a cold body bump into his body, pressing himself against the door panel.
Mo Shang wrapped one arm around Luo Qifeng's waist, and rested the other on the door, his cold lips gently leaning against her ear, and his tone was extremely cold.
"Run?! Are you so afraid of me?! You are still guilty!"
"I...what can I be guilty of?" Luo Qifeng struggled to break the arm around his waist with all his strength, but the other party didn't move at all.
In a hurry, she threw her elbows hard at Mo Shang's waist.
He let go of the restraint on Luo Qifeng, but before she could make another move, he quickly clasped the two arms behind his back with one hand that wanted to make trouble.
Then she wrapped her arms around Luo Qifeng's waist again, lifted him up, turned around and walked towards the bed.
"Let go of me! What do you want to do! You are the trumpet we invited, and this is how you treat your employer?!" Luo Qifeng stepped on his legs vigorously, cursing loudly.
"Heh..." Mo Shang laughed coldly, and then threw Luo Qifeng heavily on the bed, "That little money is not even enough to ask me to look at the good and bad of the tomb, do you think he can afford me?" ?”
"Then why did you come?" Luo Qifeng quickly shrank into the bed as soon as he regained his freedom, staring vigilantly at the man standing by the bed, looking at him with a cold face.
If my father hired someone to protect him, the other party would definitely not have such an attitude!
Could it be that the group of uncles in his clan invited him to kill him? !
If that was the case, why didn't he wait until he was in the bucket before attacking himself? !