My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

When ye Nanxi finished, he motioned his ȧssistant to call the police.

If a female star without a background has such a thing, I'm afraid she won't choose to call the police, but will choose to press down the news, or find another way to wash her white.

Because a trip to the police station is likely to ruin the future of the previous business.

But ye Nanxi is different. Her family has power and power. She doesn't care about the future. As long as she has money, she can be popular again at any time.

Of course, she hasn't really relied on her family since she entered the entertainment industry for so long.

"Yes! You report, and then people all over the world will know what kind of bitch Ye Nanxi is! "

Huang Shenghui has no fear, because he firmly believes that ye Nanxi is just talking and doesn't dare to really repay.

After all, what celebrities fear most is that their reputation will be damaged.

The female ȧssistant who had taken out her mobile phone and was about to call the police suddenly stopped when she heard the speech, and then subconsciously looked at Ye Nanxi.

Before ye Nanxi could speak, a cold voice came in, "call the police and say someone blackmailed."

When they heard the sound, they found that the speaker was a more pure and beautiful woman than ye Nanxi.

Lu Zijia ignored everyone's attention and looked coldly at Huang Shenghui. "You said you kept her, didn't you?"

Huang Shenghui was so looked at by her that he couldn't help taking a step behind his subconscious feet.

After realizing his behavior, he couldn't help being a little embarrassed and angry, "I just said that Huang Shenghui is the gold Lord of her Ye Nanxi. You can't hear clearly!"

"Oh? Really? "

Lu Zijia's eyebrows were slightly raised and a sneer was raised at the corners of her mouth. "When did a gangster who was poor and could only cheat have the money to keep a female star?

I'd like to know how much you paid for your maintenance. "

How, how possible, how could this woman know that he is a gangster!

He shouldn't have seen this woman. Yes, he hasn't seen this woman. How does this woman know his identity? Did this woman see him or know him?

At the thought of this, Huang Shenghui couldn't stand at his feet, "put your shit, who is a gangster? Where does my young master look like a gangster?.

It's none of your business how much alimony I pay. Who do you think you are? Why should I tell you! Hum! "

With that, Huang Shenghui immediately wanted to take a big step away.

The goal has been achieved. He doesn't hurry now. Is he really waiting for the police to catch him? He's not stupid.

Lu Zijia stepped in his way, "do you want to go after blackmail and slander? How can there be such a good thing in the world?

I think your forehead is black. If you look at your face, you will inevitably be imprisoned in the near future. I still suggest you think about how you can commute your sentence.

For example, say who ordered you to do so. "

Lu Zijia's words made Huang Shenghui's face suddenly black, but with the previous lesson, he didn't dare to start with Lu Zijia, so he could only hold his breath.

"Put your shit, young master will be imprisoned? I think you are mentally ill! " Although Huang Shenghui is a little empty in his heart, he is full of middle spirit on the surface.

Seeing that he was still dead, Lu Zijia ignored him and turned to the female ȧssistant, "did you call the police?"