"Just say if you have anything, get out if you have nothing to do." Tang Yichen said coldly.
Jiulong wiped a cold sweat and said, "Young man, the family members are here to report, saying that Mrs. Young is going... to Zhao Mingcheng's house."
Stab...
Tang Yichen's hand holding a pen suddenly stroked the document, and raised his head indifferently, his black eyes locked Jiulong's horrified face, "What did you say?"
Knowing that Tang Yichen was angry, Jiulong didn't prepare to explain, so he stepped back and repeated what he had just said.
Snapped…
As soon as Jiulong finished speaking, Tang Yichen grabbed his tens of millions of contracts and smashed it directly on Jiulong.
"What do your people do?" Tang Yichen growled, opened the drawer, and took out the car key.
What happened to this bunch of trash, Warmth and the children, he must kill them.
Jiulong's head lowered more severely, and explained in annoyance, "Young Master, Madam Young must go out, and the people under him dare not stop."
If the young lady had something to do because of their obstruction, the youngest really had to kill him.
Lifting the suit jacket, Tang Yichen strode out with a cold face.
Jiulong hurriedly followed, Tang Yichen stopped suddenly, turned around and kicked directly on Jiulong's lap.
It hurts, but Jiulong dare not make a sound.
Younger and younger asked him to look at Mrs. Young, but those bastards waited for Mrs. Young to leave before reporting to themselves. What's the point
"Why follow me? Go to Zhao Mingcheng's house and get ready for me."
Jiulong immediately reacted. At this time, the young lady should be still on the road. He rushed over now, and he definitely had time.
Tang Yichen almost drove all the way to Zhao Mingcheng's house, pushed the door open aggressively, and the warmth had arrived.
Jiulong dredged everything, and squatted at the door waiting for Tang Yichen, creating an illusion of chance encounter for the warmth.
Although this was just a nonsense by him, Tang Yichen didn't need to explain at all.
Seeing Tang Yichen who suddenly appeared, he stood up warmly and strangely, "Why are you here?"
Isn't this man in the group
Tang Yichen walked to Warm, squeezed the warm waist without a trace, leaned over to Warm's ear, and said with a smile, "I told you not to run around and take my words as the wind?"
"Tang Yichen, I—"
"Go back and clean up you!" Tang Yichen gave a meaningful glance at him warmly.
Warming his body shivered, Tang Yichen had already sat down with his arms around her just as he was about to explain.
Beside, Madam Zhao and Zhao Zhiqing were sitting side by side, looking at Tang Yichen who suddenly came out halfway, feeling a little caught off guard.
They were just preparing to suggest warmth overtly and secretly, but before they had time to speak, Tang Yichen appeared.
"Aunt, how are you doing lately?" Tang Yichen lined up with both hands, and put one hand on warm shoulders.
Both Madam Zhao and Zhao Zhiqing were frightened by Tang Yichen's eyes, but fortunately they didn't say anything just now.
No answer from Mrs. Zhao, Tang Yichen suddenly laughed, "Auntie? I'm talking to you."
Madam Zhao reacted immediately and nodded quickly, "I... I'm fine."
Looking at Tang Yichen strangely, how did she feel that after Tang Yichen came, the atmosphere became weird.
"That's good." Tang Yichen was not talking.
Warm glanced around, but couldn't help but speak without seeing the shadow of his uncle Zhao Mingcheng.
"Auntie, isn't my uncle here?"
As soon as she mentioned her uncle, Zhao Zhiqing felt more resentment towards the warmth, and smiled coldly, "How my dad has nothing to do with you, you only need to be your Mrs. Tang, the Zhao family has nothing to do with you. relationship."