Mrs. Nan's Hidden Marriage Daily

Chapter 1121 Count him as an apology (1)

"That's just a small part of his organization. This is the last time. Next time, I, Tang Yichen, won't be so easy to talk to."

After Tang Yichen finished speaking fiercely, he shook off the person in his hand and walked slowly to his seat.

"Go back and tell that trash that I, Tang Yichen, have taken the piece of land he's looking for, so he's apologizing to me."

The man who was strangled was the first to react, did Tang Yichen say that he wanted to let them go?

He will be so magnanimous?
Tang Yichen stood up suddenly, picked up the gun in his hand, and walked to the door.

The eyes of the two men followed Tang Yichen's figure all the time, both of them were puzzled.

Tang Yichen is not such a soft-hearted person, according to his style of doing things, he will definitely not let them go.

Suddenly, Tang Yichen suddenly turned around, and before everyone could react, he pulled the pistol.

boom--

The ear-piercing gunshots sounded, and all the bodyguards silently watched Tang Yichen retract the gun, and threw the gun to the subordinates beside him.

The person who had always been against Tang Yichen was already lying in a pool of blood, and the man next to him looked stupidly at his dying companion.

I saw Tang Yichen took out a pure white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his clean hands.

This is Tang Yichen's habit, every time he kills someone, he will subconsciously wipe his hands.

As if by doing so, he didn't do those things.

"Dispose of it." Tang Yichen threw away the handkerchief, stepped on the black leather shoes and left without looking back.

Seeing Tang Yichen coming out, the bodyguard immediately opened the car door, and Tang Yichen stepped straight in with his long legs.

After closing the car door, Tang Yichen angrily took off his windbreaker, smelling the strong smell of blood on his body.

Open the car window and throw it out without any hesitation.

"Drive!" Tang Yichen ordered coldly.

The long motorcade started, as if nothing happened just now.

Tang Yichen leaned on the seat wearily, the bodyguard in front hesitated again and again, but still tremblingly handed over Tang Yichen's cell phone.

"Young master, Mr. Nan... ah!"

The phone was taken away by Tang Yichen, and a parabola was thrown outside.

The bodyguard immediately sat up straight, not daring to speak to Tang Yichen on the cusp of this storm.

He knew that every time Mr. Nan called, the young and old would be in a very bad mood.

The carriage was unusually quiet, Tang Yichen opened his eyes, looked at the roof of the car, and the gate of memory poured out...

It was the first month he had just been sent to Italy, and he was eight years old.

He remembered that on his first day at Tangmen, he was taken to the training base before he could get used to anything.

But he was familiar with all kinds of tools and training places, and he didn't expect how he survived at that time.

May be desperate...

He called his mother, who was crying on the phone, and he heard her voice accusing him.

"If the young master runs over, I'll kill you all."

So, his so-called biological father just left him in Italy for nearly ten years, almost ignoring him.

When I came to see him, my mother always asked about his situation and cooked him food every day.

As for him...he talked with Tang Yiting's father in the study for five or six hours.

At that time, he wondered whether he came to see him, or did he drop by to see him for work?
Thinking about it, Tang Yichen clenched his hands tightly, but accidentally touched the wound on his arm.

Tang Yichen frowned displeasedly, but he didn't show any pain.

(End of this chapter)