Jiulong shook his head to follow. Seeing that the young and old had just arrived, these people thought he didn't understand anything.
Now it hits the muzzle, it deserves it!
Tang Yichen didn't just train himself in Italy, except for building up his own power, he didn't lose any of the degrees he should take.
More importantly, Tang Yichen majored in international finance, so managing a group of thousands of people was a piece of cake for him.
Jiulong almost couldn't keep up with Tang Yichen's footsteps and started trotting.
"Young Master, the house has already been found, and it is not far from the group."
There are some groups in Kowloon. It is clear that Mozhai is not far from the Tang Dynasty group. Why are they still looking outside to buy a new house.
"Yeah." Tang Yichen pulled on his tie irritably, but didn't slow down, "Let me bring back all the things from Mozhai."
Jiulong curled his lips, "That wife..."
Tang Yichen paused, slowed down, and looked back at Jiulong coldly.
Jiulong shook his heart, took a step back subconsciously, and looked at Tang Yichen with a guilty conscience.
Did you say something wrong? Why do you think of yourself this way
Just when Jiulong was thinking about it, Tang Yichen suddenly turned around, put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, his facial features were almost squeezed into a ball.
"My mother will explain it myself, don't tell her the location of the house."
Tang Yichen gave orders coldly.
Jiulong nodded respectfully, "I will do it right away, young man."
After Jiulong finished speaking, he nodded and then strode away.
Back to the president's office, the phone rang before sitting down.
Tang Yichen took out his mobile phone and frowned. It's him again, there is more to it
"Say." Tang Yichen spoke out of anger, focusing on the computer.
The above is the development history of the Tang Dynasty, with Nan Fengxiao's figure appearing in it, and his clothes are tall and solemn.
Tang Yichen turned off the computer with a snap, he just couldn't see his arbitrariness.
Tang Yiting, who was on the other end of the phone, was standing at the gate of Kyoto International Airport, pulling the suitcase alone. He heard Tang Yichen's voice with a grin and disappeared suddenly.
"Would you like to be so unhappy? Anyway, we have been together for so long." Tang Yiting wore sunglasses, mixed blood and handsome face, which attracted many girls in the airport.
Tang Yiting took off his glasses and deliberately whistled at the little girl next to him, causing a scream.
"Say if you have anything, I'll hang up if I have nothing to do."
"Don't." Knowing that Tang Yichen is a unique person, Tang Yiting spoke quickly, "You said you have returned to Kyoto, and your temper has not changed at all. I will tell you that you will—"
Tang Yichen looked at the time on the phone, and hung up without annoyance, and hung up the phone.
When the phone hung up, Tang Yiting looked helplessly at the black screen of the phone. Dumbfounding.
This guy has a worse temper than before, no matter what he knows about him, it's not bad to be able to listen to his nonsense for such a long time.
Tang Yiting didn't care about shrugging, putting on his sunglasses again, and as soon as he was about to leave, a girl ran past him and knocked off his mobile phone.
Tang Yiting's face became cold, and he raised his head coldly. When he saw the girl's face in front of him, he was a little confused.
She was in a white dress, her long hair was still draped over her shoulders, she had big eyes, bright eyes and white teeth. Even if she hadn't applied her face, she still couldn't hide her fresh beauty.
The girl turned her head in a panic, glanced at Tang Yiting, and immediately lowered her head to pick up the phone on the ground.