The Boss Is So Fierce

Scraping bone to cure poison must be a very difficult process.

Poor old man Bai is so old that he still suffers from this crime.

Tang Zhi was a little emotional.

He Chen lowered his eyes to look at her, his voice low and honest: "Want to help?"

"Well, that kid Xiaobai, I really like it."

But she has no position to intervene in Yundao, or even the internal affairs of the Bai family.

Maybe it will also affect the attitude of He Chen and even the He family in the eyes of others. This is not what she wants to see.

He Chen seemed to see what she was thinking, and took her hand and put it on his knee, "Don't think so much, this time Mr. Bai won't lose."

Tang Zhi looked up at him: "Master Shen is very confident in Master Bai?"

"Not to him."

"Ok?"

The corners of He Chen's mouth twitched slightly, "I have confidence in you."

Tang Zhi couldn't understand it at all, why did he still have a relationship with her?

He Chen explained: "The Bai family still owes you a favor, so he won't let your favor go to waste."

Saying that, he looked out the window.

The plane has landed slowly, and there is a vast airport outside.

Tang Zhi keenly captured the key information in He Chen's words, "He?"

Somewhat uncertainly, he hesitated: "Is this what Master Shen said is..."

The head of the He family, his father?

"Yeah." The smile in He Chen's eyes was more obvious, "Since he's here, why should he give you a gift to meet you?"

Tang Zhi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

The plane had landed, He Chen pulled Tang Zhi and got up and walked out of the cabin.

Outside the airport, there was a convoy waiting there.

Tang Zhi couldn't help stunned when he looked at the black cars lined up in front of him, and the neatly lined up group of well-trained subordinates.

The aura of these people is very strong, and she can smell a certain quality in them keenly. These people should have experienced a real life-and-death struggle.

The convoy slowly drove towards a manor.

The manor is very large and well-built, and it can be seen that its owner must be very tasteful.

A man in his forties and wearing an official uniform came out, "The owner and his wife are already waiting inside, let the young master come back and go directly."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Tang Zhi vaguely, his eyes were kind.

"This is Uncle Fu." He Chen's magnetic voice sounded.

Tang Zhi put on a well-behaved pattern that was unfavorable, "Hello, Uncle Fu."

"Hahaha, okay, so are you, Miss Tang."

"Uncle Fu just call me Tang Zhi."

She could see that Uncle Fu's status in the He family should not be high. Judging by his age, he should be a close confidant of her future father-in-law?

Fubo smiled kindly and waved his hands to let them in.

Tang Zhi followed He Chen into the living room and saw the people sitting there.

He Tingyao is wearing an ancient dark Tang suit, with a tall and straight body, and his eyebrows are somewhat similar to He Chen, but the leisure and indifference after a few years of precipitation makes people feel like a spring breeze.

With one hand behind his back and a string of Buddha beads in the other, he cast his eyes over him, and a faint smile slowly appeared in his eyes, very gentle.

Confucian businessman. The first word that popped into Tang Zhi's mind was this word.

He Chen took Tang Zhi to the opposite side of He Tingyao and stood still, with a calm expression: "The person has been brought back."

The rest, he didn't say it directly.

But He Tingyao instantly understood what his son meant, and couldn't help laughing and crying: "You really... don't worry, I will solve the promised thing for you."