"Nuannuan, uncle is talking to you." Zhao Mingcheng was angry.
He raised his head warmly, put the things aside, and sneered, "When did you care about me so much, are you really afraid that I might grab the property from you?"
Zhao Mingcheng furrowed his brows and looked at him, although his figure was thin, but his expression was cold, with a warmth that was repellent and thousands of miles away.
"Well, I'm just asking about you, but are you having trouble with Tang Yichen, or is that guy bullying you?"
Although Warmth is a distant relative, he has been raised for so many years, just like a daughter.
Suddenly, he should ask if it is reasonable.
Tang Yichen!
Hearing these three words, the warm heart twitched, and he looked at Zhao Mingcheng lazily, pursing his mouth, and said nothing.
After asking three questions, Zhao Mingcheng also rarely managed, and put a bank card on the table.
"The money at home is in the care of your aunt, I can't get much. The money in the card is enough for you to live in France for a while."
Warmth wanted to say no more at this time, but she couldn't live without the money.
"Thank you, uncle." After speaking warm and expressionless, he sent Zhao Mingcheng away.
The ticket is tomorrow, which means she will leave Kyoto tomorrow.
tomorrow…
He tidied up things casually, sat on the sofa warmly and decadently, and subconsciously touched his ring-worn hand.
Maybe because the time is too short, there are no traces left on it.
Just like her and Tang Yichen, everything that happened was like a dream, and when the dream woke up, it would return to reality.
…
In the dimly lit room, a man over half a hundred years old was sitting on a wicker chair, holding a black and white photo in his hand.
The black and white photo shows a young Chinese man who passed away a few years ago.
At this moment, the Italian man next to him bowed his head slightly and said respectfully, "Fifth Lord, I heard that Tang Yichen had a fallout with his woman. We can take advantage of this time."
The man called Wu Ye waved his hand, "Don't move temporarily, Tang Yichen is not so easy to deal with, besides, there is Nan Feng Xiao around him."
The man seemed to think for a while, then slowly nodded, and suddenly had an idea.
"Fifth Lord, since Tang Yichen cares about that woman so much, if we find a way to avoid Tang Yichen's eyeliner and catch that woman..."
Dodging Tang Yichen's eyeliner
Wu Ye sneered, if Tang Yichen's people are easy to deal with, can he wait until now
"The woman who followed Tang Yichen will catch her to me once she finds a chance."
"Yes, fifth master."
The man replied respectfully and ran back before leaving.
The photo of Wu Ye's forehead was tightly squeezed, his eyes were fierce, and he was cold.
"Tang Yichen, I can't touch you, your woman is your culprit. Tang Yichen, you are dead this time."
It was another night without sleep, warmly looking at myself haggard in the mirror, with suitcases and air tickets next to him.
In Kyoto, she has nothing.
Even when she was packing her things, she didn't know where to start. The clothes were bought by Tang Yichen, and the house was owned by the company.
Taking a breath, warmly stood up and picked up the suitcase, and left without looking back.
The president of the Tang Dynasty Group, Jiulong opened the door in a panic and looked at Tang Yichen in panic.
"Young Master, Miss Wen will get rid of the people who were sent, and heard from her subordinates that she has brought the suitcase and may be leaving Kyoto."
Snapped-
The pen in Tang Yichen's hand was abruptly folded in half, his black eyes stared at Jiulong coldly, his thin lips pressed dangerously.