Jiulong Station went behind Tang Yichen and looked carefully at the humble middle-aged couple in front of him.
"Just say anything." Tang Yichen stretched out his hand, and Jiulong immediately placed a cigar in Tang Yichen's hand respectfully and lit it on fire.
The smoke wafted in the air, making Tang Yichen's green face more violent, which made people daunting. Aunt gave Li Mingcheng with her hand and looked at Tang Yichen with a smile, flattering.
Li Mingcheng withdrew his hand angrily, obviously unwilling to ask Tang Yichen.
Warmth just died, is she going to let her go to Tang Yichen for money with Warmth
Although Zhao Mingcheng likes money, he hasn't reached this point yet.
He still regrets it now. Why did he push the warmth out in the first place? If it weren't the case, warmth would not go to this day. When Aunt Cu saw Zhao Mingcheng's reluctance to speak, she stood up and looked at Tang Yichen with a smile on her face.
"Don..."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Yichen suddenly raised his indifferent eyes, his tone was cold, "Put away the smile on your face, smiles are not allowed in this house."
Aunt's smile was cold on her face, she looked at Tang Yichen's eyes in fear.
"President Tang, my warmth is for your death. Now that there is a problem with her uncle's company, shouldn't you do something for warmth?"
After listening to his aunt's words with a cold face, Tang Yichen squeezed his hands tightly and looked at his aunt coldly, "What does warmth have to do with you?"
Jiulong squeezed a sweat on behalf of the warm uncle and aunt. Isn't this just irritating Tang Yichen
My aunt was stunned for a while, did not understand what Tang Yichen meant, and continued to answer, "We are warm uncles and aunts, Mr. Tang..."
"I thought you were strangers. She died. You are not sad at all. Come and ask me for money?"
Tang Yichen's voice was gentle and low, without ups and downs, but it was full of hatred in other people's ears.
My aunt finally understood, she stood up abruptly, pulled her wife back, and walked to Tang Yichen by herself.
"Tang Yichen." Although Zhao Mingcheng was afraid of Tang Yichen, he still raised his head boldly, "Nuan Nuan's death cannot be separated from you. I admit that if I didn't send the warmth out, she would not meet you and would not be dragged down by you. ."
Warmth hasn't told Zhao Mingcheng until now that Tang Yichen was the indirect murderer of her parents.
Tang Yichen looked at the man who was short of most of himself in front of him coldly, squeezing his hands tightly, his thin lips squirming, "Yes, we are all murderers."
"Tang Yichen, I just hope you won't forget Nuannuan too early and let her die in vain."
After Zhao Mingcheng finished speaking, regardless of his aunt's resistance, he directly pulled the person out of the villa.
Tang Yichen's eyes were cold, and he kicked on the tea table in front of him, rubbing his tired temples with his fingers.
"What is the problem?"
Tang Yichen told Jiulong, his voice was tired.
"Yes, big and young." Jiulong nodded.
He is not surprised that the youngest made this decision. The company is related to Miss Wen, and it is impossible for the youngest to sit idly by.
Tang Yichen picked up the car key. Just as Jiulong was about to follow, Tang Yichen suddenly dropped four words, "Don't follow me!"
Jiulong stopped, watching Tang Yichen leave like this, and sighed.
Where else can you go besides going to Miss Wen's cemetery
In the suburbs with excellent scenery, Tang Yichen's tall figure is especially obvious on the empty cemetery.
The cemetery is not luxuriously repaired, just like a warm temper.