Tang Yichen doesn't love her, so she has no right to care about him anymore.
"Tang Yiting." Warm shouted, "I have something to tell you."
Tang Yiting stopped, impatient with the warm ink, and waved back.
Immediately there was a sports car parked in front of him, and people came up to carry their warm luggage into the car.
"Tang Yiting, I didn't say to go with you."
As soon as the warm voice fell, Tang Yiting had picked up the person and threw them into the car.
The bodyguard not far away looked at the scene in front of him, looking at the other person, not knowing what to do.
The second young master actually took Miss Wen away, what should I do
They can't snatch someone from the second young master, right
"Call Long Brother." One of the bodyguards said anxiously.
Inside Mo's house, Tang Yichen was sitting on the hospital bed, not forgetting to deal with the documents piled up in the past few days.
Listening to Jiulong talking about Jack's end, Tang Yichen didn't respond.
"Mr. Nan is really angry this time. I heard from the people below that this is the first time Mr. Nan has handled it by himself."
Tang Yichen covered his eyes and looked at Jiulong very impatiently, "No matter how nonsense, you get out of me."
Tang Yichen drove out all the doctors and nurses in the room just now. Since sending the warmth away, Tang Yichen's face has not been normal.
Reporting a warm whereabouts to Tang Yichen in two hours, Jiulong knew that Young Master Tang must not let her go.
With Tang Yichen's roar, Jiulong didn't dare to say much.
Feeling the phone vibrating, Jiulong pressed the Bluetooth headset, "What's the situation?"
The Thunder never dared to underestimate things related to warmth.
"What?" Jiulong's surprise made Tang Yichen's hand shaking while signing, and the pen heavily drew a bar on the document.
Jiulong put down his hand and didn't know how to tell Tang Yichen.
Jiulong's hesitation must be related to warmth. Tang Yichen directly put down his work and looked at Jiulong coldly.
"Just say anything."
"Young Master, the person who sent out to protect Miss Wen said that the Second Young Master took the person away."
Tang Yichen listened to Jiulong's report, his expression didn't fluctuate much, but his eyes became cold.
Jiulong knew that this was the sign of Tang Yichen's anger.
"Call, call him back to me."
Tang Yichen, who was still calm just now, suddenly waved all the documents on his forehead to the ground.
"Yes, big and young."
Jiulong did not hesitate to call Tang Yiting.
But when the phone got through, no one answered it, and it turned off immediately.
"This bastard, I warned him not to provoke her."
Tang Yichen covered his chest, his eyes burst into flames, he was about to pull off the quilt and get out of bed.
Jiulong hurriedly stopped, and suddenly knelt down in front of Tang Yichen with a bang.
Tang Yichen looked at the person in front of him, his face turned pale because of the wound.
"What are you crazy?" Tang Yichen raised his foot, preparing to kick Jiulong away.
But the moment he lifted it up, he put it down again without the strength, grabbing the sheets with his palms, cold sweat on his forehead.
"Young Master, if you went to find Miss Wen, then you said so many hurtful questions to Miss Wen in the morning, it wouldn't make any sense."
Tang Yichen looked at Jiulong coldly, his thin lips lightly opened, "Do you also think that what I said in the morning was very hurtful?"
Jiulong was startled, he just heard the conversation between Young Master and Miss Wen outside.
The corners of Jiulong's mouth twitched, and those words were more than excessive, he felt uncomfortable when he heard them outside.