"Happy?" Tang Yichen gently touched the warm hair with his fingers, leaned back, and looked at her softly with black eyes.
The warm chicken nodded like a rice pecking, and looked at the scenery passing by the window, and his mood became beautiful.
Just before arriving at the villa, Jiulong handed the phone to Tang Yichen with a heavy expression, "Big young man, phone."
What phone can make Jiulong look bad
Tang Yichen saw the caller above, his face was blue, and he hung up without picking up.
The sports car parked outside the villa, Jiulong opened the door to Wenwen, and Tang Yichen got out of the car.
"You go in first." Tang Yichen's response made the warmth feel a little bit.
She doesn't know what's wrong with herself? How important is it to make Tang Yichen guard against his own phone
The warmth froze for a while, and he walked to the villa alone.
Warm walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at Tang Yichen's expression all the time.
He should be arguing with someone, his face is very bad.
Jiulong next to her was also worried. These two men always gave her a feeling that there were secrets everywhere.
After a while, Tang Yichen put down his mobile phone, didn't even enter the house, and went straight back to the car.
Warmth just watched Tang Yichen drive away without even telling her.
Warmth admitted that she was not feeling well, and it felt bad to be kept in the dark.
The maid next to her looked at her warm forehead cautiously. Seeing her face was not good, she asked concerned: "Madam, are you uncomfortable?"
Mrs. Young is now the key protection object of the entire villa. Something went wrong, it is estimated that Young Master will kill them all.
As soon as Warmth was about to speak, the phone in the living room rang, and the maid hurried over.
Because of this call, only Tang Yichen would make it.
"Hey, young and old." The maid said directly, "Okay."
The maid looked at the warmth and pointed to the phone in her hand.
He pursed his mouth warmly, walked over, picked up the phone and put it in his ear, "Tang Yichen, it's me."
Tang Yichen's body was startled. Is the little woman angry? Why does the voice sound so dull
"I was angry that I didn't tell you before I left?" Tang Yichen said what was in his heart, but it made Warmth not angry.
"A little bit." Warm bit his lip and sat down.
"The group has something urgent, I went to the group." Tang Yichen was reporting the itinerary to Warmth.
The president of the dignified Tang Dynasty Group actually reported her itinerary
Warmth doesn't want to make trouble with him because of this little thing, it will make him feel that he is making trouble unreasonably.
But in her heart, she felt that he had something to tell Jiulong and was hiding from her, and it was still such a big thing.
"Well, pay attention to safety."
After speaking, Warm hung up the phone and covered his beating chest, feeling that it was difficult to breathe.
In the Tang Dynasty Group, Zhao Mingcheng sat opposite Tang Yichen, his hands clenched tightly, and Tang Yichen stared at the man in front of him indifferently.
Suddenly, Tang Yichen suddenly grabbed the file on the table, raised his hand, and threw it on Zhao Mingcheng.
The documents were impacted and scattered in mid-air, like snowflakes flying all over the sky, penetrating the resistance of the air, and falling to the ground.
"Who did he/mom tell her?" Tang Yichen's eyes were scarlet. "Your daughter is not a fuel-efficient lamp. How many times have I said this. Don't let others know about this. Do you take my words to the ears?"
Tang Yichen slapped his fist on the desk again, and Jiulong at the door was startled.