Tang Yichen looked up lightly, "Dad, I shouldn't let her. If I knew that meeting me would kill her, I would push her away cruelly from the beginning."
Seeing Tang Yichen's calm but plagued face, Nan Fengxiao's face softened.
Nan Fengxiao let go of Tang Yichen, and said in a low voice: "If you have the ability, don't give me a half-dead life, cheer me up, don't let your woman die in vain.
Nan Fengxiao spoke, took a deep look at Tang Yichen, turned around and pulled Murphy away.
Tang Yichen leaned against the wall, feeling the biting cold deep into his bones.
Raising his hand, Tang Yichen looked at the photo in his hand, tears falling down.
"Do you also think I want to cheer up?" Tang Yichen smiled bitterly, "But without you, how can I go on?"
Tang Yichen opened the curtains, and the dazzling light shone in suddenly.
Tang Yichen closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh air, and the warm photos in his hands have been held by Tang Yichen.
Tang Yichen cheered up and moved directly back to the villa.
Pushing the door open, Tang Yichen looked at the familiar room and the familiar place.
"Tang Yichen, do you still want to go to work?" On the big bed, Tang Yichen pressed the warmth under him and looked at her with a smile.
"Tang Yichen, why don't you wear clothes when you come out from the shower?"
"Tang Yichen, I'm so sleepy, you hold me."
"Tang Yichen..."
The room was filled with memories of the two of them. Tang Yichen slammed his right hand on the table, his eyes moist.
In this room, there was no warmth anymore.
She left, taking his heart away.
Tang Yichen framed the warm photos into frames and placed them on the bedside to ensure that he could see them anytime and anywhere.
At this moment, Jiulong rushed up suddenly, looking at Tang Yichen, not knowing that it was inappropriate.
Tang Yichen put down the photo frame, turned and sat on the sofa, his eyes fell on the warm photo.
"This is the last time. If you feel you shouldn't say it, don't say it. I don't want to see someone hesitate in front of me."
Tang Yichen withdrew his gaze coldly, his voice made Jiulong tremble inadvertently.
Ever since I recovered, the indifference on his body has been more indifference than before, and now the whole villa is in fear.
This morning, a maid accidentally dropped a spoon on the ground, Tang Yichen directly cursed the person and fired.
"Yes." Jiulong replied quickly, "Young Master, Miss Wen's uncle and aunt are below, saying that he is looking for you..."
Now that the taboo name was mentioned in front of Tang Yichen, Jiulong broke into a cold sweat.
Sure enough, Tang Yichen looked cold and snorted, "What are they doing here?"
After that, Tang Yichen stood up and walked downstairs with a humble back.
Jiulong followed behind, watching Tang Yichen cautiously.
Why are you here? When my niece died, of course he came to hate talking.
But watching the blockbuster is not in a good mood today, he can only pray that the couple will not be too much.
Yesterday they actually came to see them once, because they had just returned from Miss Wen's cemetery at that time, so there was no mood to see them.
So, he was pressed down midway, who knew he would come back today...
Tang Yichen stopped at the corner of the stairs. He was dressed in a black suit and even had a black shirt. His eyes were cold and his expression was gloomy.
Tang Yichen's eyes were sharp, and he walked down.
Seeing Tang Yichen, Li Mingcheng and his wife immediately stood up and looked at Tang Yichen with bowed heads.
Jiulong frowned, and his niece had just died, and his aunt could actually laugh.
What are they doing today