The Boss Is So Fierce

When Tang Zhi glanced over the word 'top-level', he paused, then opened the file, and glanced over slowly.

This information is more detailed and valuable than what Li Jingcheng sent last time.

He family in Beijing.

Tang Zhi was slightly dazed by these words, and finally did not open it, but looked at the other photos.

The photos are still not very clear, most of them are profile photos or back photos.

Not really good looking.

Tang Zhi pursed his lips and gave an objective evaluation.

Thinking of the face I saw at a close distance downstairs just now, and the faint temperature from the forehead, my heart was like a pebble dropped into the lake calmly, causing ripples.

Tang Zhi froze when the hand holding the water cup slammed.

How did she get off the car just now?

Once the thoughts spread, it was out of control.

So she lost sleep...

The next morning.

Tang Zhi got up with sleepiness, and the irritability between his brows lingered.

Li Jingcheng was startled by her, "With such a stinky face, who would dare to provoke your ancestor?"

Tang Zhi glanced at him: "Is something wrong?"

Li Jingcheng gritted his back molars, "I'm **** free!"

With this attitude, he would drive that broken Santana to her early in the morning because of his mental illness.

He is a dignified young master, and he has never driven such a 'low-key' car in his life.

Tang Zhi also saw the car parked outside, raised his eyebrows and said, "Thanks."

Then he looked at Li Jingcheng: "So, how do you go to the company now?"

Li Jingcheng laughed angrily: "Don't tell me, I'm going all the way to send you a car, but you plan to leave me halfway?"

Well, not so much.

Tang Zhi threw it to Li Jingcheng, "Let's go, you drive, I'll take you to Li Tai first."

"It's about the same." Li Jingcheng hummed softly, finally satisfied.

Tang Zhi sat in the co-pilot and chose to remain silent.

What's so great about being a free driver?

As soon as the car drove out of the villa area, Tang Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly sat up straight.

Ten minutes later, Li Jingcheng also noticed something was wrong, and his face became serious.

Shen said: "Someone is following the car behind."

"I see it."

Li Jingcheng was serious: "Sit down!"

The next moment, the accelerator was stepped on to the bottom, and the car instantly accelerated and threw away.

The people behind seemed to see that they wanted to get rid of them, and three or four black cars immediately came to a halt, flanking from left to right and trying to force a stop.

"Fuck, what a broken car!"

Li Jingcheng slapped the steering wheel in annoyance, "I've changed to Lao Tzu's babies, and these annoying flies would have been thrown away long ago."

Tang Zhi pursed his lips and did not speak.

Five minutes later, when Santana was forced to stop at the intersection, Li Jingcheng threw the car door open and shouted, "I don't want your **** gossip company to go bankrupt, so let me go."

He was very angry. He came here early in the morning to be a mother and a driver, and now he was blocked by a group of paparazzi.

He was constantly in the news, and of course, the paparazzi who followed the car secretly took pictures, so the first reaction was this.

Seven or eight people got out of three or four black cars, and the man in the lead glanced at him and said coldly, "You're right, take him to Madam."

Only then did Li Jingcheng realize that something was wrong, and his face sank instantly.

"who are you?"

The person on the opposite side didn't answer, and just gathered around.

"Hey, Brother Leopard, there's a chick in the car."

Brother Leopard frowned: "Take it together."

Li Jingcheng's face changed, and his voice was cold: "Do you dare to try to touch a hair of her?"