MTL - Good Morning, Miss Ghost-Chapter 13 Heavenly King

Although the sound of "Mo Zhen" was loud, it was not loud enough to be heard throughout the playground, but Mo Zhen felt as if the entire playground people suddenly looked at this side.

When he pressed the peak cap on his head, Mo Zhen wanted to pretend to leave casually, but there were more and more voices like "Mo Zhen" and "Mo Tian Wang" in the crowd. Up.

The people behind him didn't care whether they had acknowledged the wrong person, all chased up by Mo Zhen's name. Mo Zhen ran all the way, instead of leaving the army behind him, more and more people joined their team.

A Yao has been behind Mo Zhen, watching a large group of people behind him, anxiously floating in front of Mo Zhen, "Where are you going?"

"Men's Toilet!"

"... Do you think the men's bathroom can stop them?"

Mo Mozhen: "..."

"Go to the parking lot, I will help you block them!"

"How do you stop?" Mo Zhen looked up, and Ayao had floated behind him. Mo Zhen had no time to see her skirt skirt flash in front of her.

The security guard in such a large and dynamic playground was also shocked. Mo Zhen looked at the security guards who rushed in front and speeded up his steps.

Ayao said that she wanted to block the fans who chased Mo Zhen, but she didn't have any magical powers, so she could only use her old skills. Suddenly the strong wind blew loudly, so that the eyes could not be opened. The surrounding trees were rustling, and the parasols on the roadside were all blown to the ground, and the chasing team had to stop.

The security guard also intercepted the crowd along the wind, and Mo Zhen disappeared into the blurred vision of everyone.

The big wind blew for a while before stopping, and Ayao drifted aside with some dizziness, watching him become more transparent.

Mo Mozhen returned to the parking lot and drove directly into the car, driving Bentley back to the villa all the way. Until closing the door behind him, Mo Zhen took a few breaths. I haven't run like this for a long time. If he was caught up in the playground just now, he would be eaten without bones.

甩 Throwing the car key on the table, Mo Zhen walked to the sofa and sat down. After waiting for ten minutes, Ayao didn't show up.

Bian Yingqi's eyebrows narrowed slightly, Mo Zhen opened his mouth, and uttered a stiff, "Ayao."

This is the first time his name is A Yao, and Mo Zhen smiled at himself when he thought he had vowed to say that she would never be called.

But Ayao still didn't show up. Mo Zhen looked at the time and decided to take a bath and sleep first. The bed in the master bedroom has been replaced, and Tang Qiang is always particularly efficient when dealing with these matters. But tomorrow he will probably have a headache again. Today, with such a big movement, Mo Zhen believes that there will be many media reports.

Mo Mozhen slept until six o'clock in the afternoon, but when he woke up, Ayao didn't show up.

I ate only a few pieces of cake in the crew at noon, and exercised violently again in the afternoon. Mo Zhen was now empty in his stomach.

I walked to the first floor, opened the refrigerator, and took out a box of biscuits in an iron box. Mo Zhen sat down in front of the computer. Turning on the computer and boarding QQ, Mo Zhen looked at the still dim head of "God Stick" with disappointment.

Click on the dialog box, and Mo Zhen's fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, "Master, do you want to apply for QQ to see if you don't go online forever!"

When Mo Zhen finished sending this message, he wrote the word in the input box "slammingly", but wrote delete, deleted, and wrote again and again and again and again, and Mo Zhen stunned the table with some irritability.

After pondering for a long time, Mo Zhen finally pressed the send button, "What happens if a ghost's spiritual power is exhausted?"

After this sentence was sent out, although he felt that the possibility of the other party's reply was very small, Mo Zhen waited nervously.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zhen unexpectedly responded quickly.

Tong Mozhen looked at this sentence, her pupils shrank a little, and even the hand on the side subconsciously became a fist.

"The ones who lie to you vary from ghost to ghost, and most of them sleep just fine."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

"Isn't it funny at all." Mo Zhen slammed the keyboard angrily, as if trying to poke out a hole in the keyboard.

The other person came over with a laughing expression, and asked, "I won't be able to return until after the New Year. Is there something urgent you said last time?"

Mo Mozhen frowned for a moment, then replied, "Wait for you to come back. By the way, how do you remember going online today?" And it appeared so timely.

"I came up to tell you a happy birthday, don't thank me too much."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

"Goodbye." He made a waving expression and passed without hesitation.

He walked to the refrigerator again, Mo Zhen looked inside, and finally took out the pasta. As soon as the noodle was dropped, the doorbell rang happily.

Pressing the call button, Tang Qiang's chilly face appeared on the screen, "Mo Tian, ​​happy birthday." Mo Zhen pulled the corner of the mouth to open the door, Tang Qian came in with a cake in his hand, "Mo Tian, I never knew you enjoyed visiting amusement parks. "

Mo Mozhen: "..."

He knew that Tang Qiang came here deliberately, not just to say happy birthday to him.

Ignoring Tang Qiang, Mo Zhen returned to the kitchen and continued to keep the pasta she just put down. Tang Qiang put the cake on the dining table and followed into the kitchen. Taking a look at the noodles rolling in the pot, Tang Qiang raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. "I was in a good mood because I was chased by fans in the playground. I cooked noodles to celebrate?"

Mo Mozhen: "..."

He glanced at Tang Qiang and stirred the noodles in the wok with the chopsticks in his hand. "Isn't the news coming out so soon?" It only took a few hours, and the media is really efficient now.

"No need to wait for news reports, Weibo has already been fried." Tang Qiang said, then pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened Weibo. "Look at it yourself."

Mo Zhen glanced at Tang Qiang's mobile phone, and it turned out that the screen was full of "Mo Tianwang's birthday solo playground". Just open a comment and you can see thousands of fans crying sadly— —Tian Mo, please bring me!

Mo Zhen's eyelids jumped, and he returned the phone to Tang Qiang. "I was just on the whim."

"A moment's rise?" Tang Qiang wanted to rush up and shake Mo Zhen twice, "Can you have a low-key rise next time? Do you know what will happen if you are caught up?"

"I don't want to know at all." Mo Zhen looked at the time and took the plate out of the cabinet. Tang Qiang looked at Mo Zhen ’s deputy, and he felt a sense of hatred for iron and steel. “Mr. Tian, ​​you are a public figure, and you ran to the playground alone!”

Mo Mozhen looked up at Tang Qiang and reflected, "I will remember to take someone with me next time."

Tong Tangqiang: "..."

Is this even worse? Fortunately, only Mo Zhen was photographed this time. The articles that the media can do are not large. At most, it means that Mo Tianwang is empty and lonely. If two people are changed, whether male or female, they can be raped by the media analysis.

Tang Qiang sighed and finally chose to end the topic wisely-anyway, even if we continue, we will not draw any substantial conclusions.

When Qiang Mozhen fished the pasta out of the pot, Tang Qiang was still wandering in the room. Pouring the seasoning on the noodles, Mo Zhen glanced towards Tang Qiang, "What are you looking for?"

"Woman."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

"If you are looking for a woman, please go to the red light district." Mo Zhen sat down at the dining table holding a plate, and did not say that Tang Qiang would eat together.

Tang Qiang didn't care, walked to the table to take apart the cake, and inserted candles on it, "or make a wish first."

"Forget it." I made a wish before, but as soon as the Ferris wheel came out, it was chased by fans. Now, maybe, a meteorite may drop directly from the sky.

Tang Qiang opened the chair beside Mo Zhen and sat down. "Your girlfriend is not with you for your birthday today?" And since you have a girlfriend, why are you alone and lonely to visit the playground? This is really not what a normal male with a partner should do.

Mo Mozhen rolled up a spoonful of pasta and gave Tang Qiang a cold glance. "Why don't I know I have a girlfriend?"

Tang Qiang froze and looked at Mo Zhen: "The last time I asked you, you didn't deny it."

Mo Mozhen recalled it and smiled slightly at Tang Qiang. "You may have misunderstood. I mean my little niece, not my girlfriend."

Tang Qiang said for a moment, then suddenly realized that the woman at Mo Zhen's house was his niece! He said that Mo Zhen had a girlfriend. How could he not be a manager?

The haze hovering around Tang Qiang's heart for a month suddenly swept away. He patted Mo Zhen's shoulder and smiled, "I understand, little niece, but I still ask her not to explode you on the Internet Expected. "

"... Um." Mo Zhen calmly sucked the pasta into his mouth.

Tang Qiang stared at Mo Yan as he watched Mo Zhen sucking the noodles for a while, but he became hungry. Listening to the "Guru" coming from the side, Mo Zhen raised his eyes and gave Tang Qiang a glance, "I don't care about food."

"... Farewell." Tang Qiang got up angrily and went out without looking back.

Mo Zhen finished eating the noodles and looked at the time again, and the hour hand, which was about to point to eight, made his eyebrows frown. Is that stupid lost?

I looked at the greasy plates on the table, and Mo Zhen regretted that I should have asked Tang Qiang to wash the dishes before leaving.

When Mo Tianwang, who could only wash the dishes himself, cleaned up the kitchen, the pointer just pointed at eight.

Inexplicably a little upset, Mo Zhen was lying on the sofa constantly switching TV channels, but could not see anything. The lights in the room suddenly went out, and Mo Zhen's brows frowned slightly, and she saw the candles on the cake burning in the dining room.