The Boss Is So Fierce

He Chen pursed his lips and said nothing in the end.

He just looked at the two of them at ease, his eyes were a little more soft than usual.

The corner of Tang Zhi's mouth tickled, Rongcheng said that the fourth master He, who is unique, also has this side?

However, it doesn't seem surprising.

"Girl, what do you like, grandpa will bring it for you next time?"

Mr. He's face showed a kind smile that didn't match his drastic sitting posture, "It's okay to ask this stinky boy to buy it for you. He has a lot of money and has nowhere to spend it."

The old man held revenge and resolutely returned what He Chen had just said.

Tang Zhi tilted his head and thought, what does she like?

Does fighting and making money count?

Anyway, Song Yan and the others thought so.

Tang Xiaoliu looks very cold because he is too lazy, except when fighting and making money.

Well, looking at He Chen's reaction that night, he probably didn't want her to fight.

So Tang Zhi obediently said, "Thank you, old man, I like to make money."

Mr. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Okay, okay, ambitious!"

He Chen glanced at him, then looked at Tang Zhi who was smiling well at the moment, and raised his eyebrows.

Like this?

Tang Zhi naturally didn't know what He Chen was thinking, and said very politely: "What does the old man like, I will bring it to you next time."

Well, after all, I received a big red envelope.

"He likes to play chess." He Chen said lightly: "Just play a few more games with him."

Mr. He was stunned, and his breath turned red.

Bastard boy!

The corner of Yunhai's mouth twitched, and he silently praised Lord Shen.

The old man's chess skills, how to say, that is not.

As for the chess...it's even more appalling.

However, the old man still attaches great importance to this point, coupled with the temper that he has developed in the army for most of his life, he just can't tolerate losing.

Therefore, every time he played chess with Lord Shen, he would inevitably rely on the old and sell the old, and use all kinds of deceitful means until he unilaterally declared victory.

Except for Master Shen and Uncle Liu, the old man never played chess with others.

What about Miss Tang?

I'm afraid the old man still wants to make a good impression, right?

Once you play chess, you can't hide anything.

Tang Zhi noticed that the atmosphere between He Chen and Mr. He was not right, and raised the corner of his mouth.

However, before he could retract his smile, he fell into He Chen's eyes. His eyes met, and Tang Zhi looked away without changing his face, pretending he didn't see it.

He Chen's eyes were slightly deep, the little girl seemed to be different today, more lively.

He glanced at the red-eyed, incomparably enthusiastic Mr. He, and a smile quickly flashed across his eyes.

Come, it's not that there is no benefit at all.

After having dinner with Mr. He, the old man flew all the way from the capital. No matter how tough his body was, he was still a little tired.

In short, Mr. He went back to his room to rest.

Although I don't know if it was because He Chen took out a pair of Go from the study.

Tang Zhi's gaze fell on his shoulder, "Master Shen's injury...?"

He Shen paused, and quickly regained his composure: "No need to change the dressing today."

Tang Zhi squinted his eyes and played with his taste: "Master Shen, are you sure you don't need me to change the medicine?"

The eyes of the two met, and finally He Chen's eyes flashed a hint of helplessness, "It's up to you."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he followed him upstairs.

It was still a darkly decorated study. Tang Zhi took out the medicine box, emery cloth, disinfectant, bandages, and a pair of scissors.

After removing the old emery cloth, Tang Zhi's eyes narrowed when he saw the wound inside.