Mrs. Nan's Hidden Marriage Daily

Chapter 1313 Taking the opportunity to grab his woman (8)

"Nuannuan, uncle is talking to you." Zhao Mingcheng was angry.

Warmly raised his head, put the things aside, and sneered, "Since when did you care about me so much, are you really afraid that I will steal the property from you?"

Zhao Mingcheng frowned, and looked at the slender figure in front of him, but his expression was cold, with a warmth that rejected people and thousands of miles away.

"Forget it, I don't want to ask about your affairs, but did you have a fight with Tang Yichen, or is that guy bullying you?"

Although Nuan Nuan is his distant relative, at least he has raised her for so many years, just like a daughter.

It suddenly became like this, it was reasonable and reasonable that he should ask.

Tang Yichen!
Hearing these three words, Nuan Nuan's heart throbbed, and he glanced lazily at Zhao Mingcheng, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

It was rare for Zhao Mingcheng to ask a question, so he put a bank card on the table.

"The family's money is controlled by your aunt, and I can't get much. The money in the card is enough for you to live in France for a while."

Nuan Nuan wanted to say no at this time, but she couldn't live without this money.

"Thank you, Uncle." Wen Nuan finished speaking expressionlessly, and sent Zhao Mingcheng away.

The ticket is for tomorrow, which means she will leave Kyoto tomorrow.

tomorrow……

After tidying up her things casually, she sat on the sofa warmly and decadently, subconsciously touching her hand that had worn the ring.

Maybe because the time is too short, there are no traces left on it.

Just like her and Tang Yichen, everything that happened is like a dream, when you wake up from the dream, you will return to reality.

……

In a dimly lit room, a man over half a century old was sitting on a wicker chair, holding a black and white photo in his hand.

The black-and-white photo shows a young Chinese man who died a few years ago.

At this time, the Italian man next to him lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully, "Fifth Master, I heard that Tang Yichen had a falling out with his woman, we can take advantage of this moment to make a move."

The man called Fifth Lord waved his hands, "Don't move for now, Tang Yichen is not so easy to deal with, besides, there is Nan Fengxiao beside him."

The man seemed to think for a while, then nodded slowly, and suddenly had an idea.

"Fifth Lord, since Tang Yichen cares so much about that woman, if we find a way to avoid Tang Yichen's eyes and catch that woman..."

Dodge Tang Yichen's eyeliner?
Fifth Master sneered, if Tang Yichen's subordinates were easy to deal with, how could he wait until now?

"The woman who follows Tang Yichen closely, once I find a chance, I will capture her back."

"Yes, Fifth Master."

The man replied respectfully, stepped back and ran before leaving.

The photo on the forehead in Fifth Master's hand was tightly squeezed, his eyes were fierce, and his whole body was cold.

"Tang Yichen, I can't touch you, your woman is your deathbed. Tang Yichen, this time you are dead."

After another sleepless night, Nuan Nuan looked at her haggard self in the mirror, with a suitcase and air ticket beside her.

In Kyoto, she has nothing.

Even when packing up, she didn't know where to start, the clothes were bought by Tang Yichen, and the house belonged to the company.

Taking a breath, Nuan stood up, picked up the suitcase, and left without looking back.

In the Tang Dynasty Group President's Office, Jiulong pushed open the door in a panic and looked at Tang Yichen in panic.

"Master, Miss Wen got rid of the people she sent, and heard from her subordinates that she brought a suitcase, and she might be leaving the capital."

Snapped--

The pen in Tang Yichen's hand was forcibly broken into two halves, his black eyes stared coldly at Jiulong, and his thin lips were pursed dangerously.

(End of this chapter)