"Going back, if Mr. Nan asks where he went, don't talk, let me say."
Jiulong coldly ordered.
If you don't say the wrong thing, you will be cleaned up by the young and old when you come back.
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Tang Yichen didn't know where he drove the car. He hadn't come back in Kyoto for so many years, so he should have forgotten everything.
It's like entering a high-end commercial area. After the car comes in, it can't get out.
Some people looked at this limited edition Rolls-Royce in surprise, drooling constantly.
Tang Yichen took out his cell phone, dialed the number in Kowloon, and coldly ordered, "I am stuck in the road, and find someone to come and drive the car back."
After speaking, he hung up the phone handsomely.
The people outside can't see the people inside at all. The freshness of people is only temporary, and it spreads out after half an hour.
Tang Yichen glanced at the time irritably, when will this damn Kowloon come.
Just coming back today, the car’s satellite navigation hasn’t had time, so Tang Yichen wanted to open the door and leave.
At this moment, a fresh and natural looking girl stopped in front of Tang Yichen's car.
Tang Yichen's movements stopped, his eyes narrowed, and he didn't know why he stopped.
I saw the girl carefully glanced around, covering her eyes with her hands, wishing to see in the carriage.
Tang Yichen sat up straight, put his hands on his knees, and stared at the girl in front of him with a smile.
He could see her, but she didn't know her behavior, and she was all in the eyes of the other son.
The girl patted her chest, thanking that there was no one in the car.
Immediately he took out a box of things he didn't know from his bag and rubbed it on his face at a rapid speed.
In less than five minutes, Tang Yichen saw a beautiful girl with his own eyes and painted herself extremely ugly.
Put on thick myopia glasses to block those eyes that people can't forget at a glance.
At the moment he saw the girl's eyes, Tang Yichen's heart seemed to be hit by something.
These eyes... are so familiar, as if they've seen them somewhere.
Tang Yichen frowned, his eyes followed the girl's figure until he disappeared.
Tang Yichen pushed the car door, put his hands in his pockets, suddenly lowered his head and looked at the things under his feet.
A student ID!
Tang Yichen never looked at things on the ground, let alone picked them up.
But this time, Tang Yichen's behavior surprised Jiulong who ran over.
Tang Yichen looked at the girl in the picture coldly, with a smile on his face, and a few big characters were written underneath: French Class I, warm.
warm
Tang Yichen whispered these two words softly, just touching the name with his fingertips.
Jiulong looked at Tang Yichen strangely. As soon as he was about to speak, he saw Tang Yichen suddenly turning around, looking in one direction with his eyes motionless.
At the entrance of the restaurant, the man who thought he didn't look like a good person hurried out, as if he had seen a ghost.
Behind, a girl who looks... what kind of girl walked out slowly, pinched her waist with her hands, and smiled unscrupulously.
The hesitation movement was too great, the glasses on her face suddenly fell off, and even her long black hair poured down like a waterfall.
When the breeze hit, Tang Yichen looked at the girl motionlessly with his glasses, and took a long time to look away.
No one noticed that every look and movement of Tang Yichen was secretly photographed by a camera, including the girl...