Ode to Joy: Whoring with the Old Tan

Xiao Tang is always located in the small villa in Shanghai, and the brother and sister sit on the sofa at both ends of the coffee table.

Even though the housekeeper brought Qingchuan tea, the atmosphere was still infinitely tense.

It is probably because Mr. Tang has been sharpened by the changing world events in recent days, but Mr. Tang can't hold back for a while: "You can hand over the matter here, and ask the assistant to make up for a ticket for next Monday, and come with me Back to Chengdu."

"Mr. Tang, there are too many things on my side, and I can't finish the handover next Monday."

We mentioned before that Mr. Tang has three big mountains on his head, besides old Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang, and Mr. Tang.The young man with handsome features and gentle temperament in front of him, Xiao Tang's elder brother by blood, is the famous Tang Zong.

Ever since he said goodbye to Tan Zongming and He Lichun, Mr. Tang felt a fire in his heart.It's just that he has been brought up in a family of aristocratic families for many years. He is used to being gentle and gentle. He is angry in his heart, but he is still patient: "How long do you need to hand over?"

Mr. Tang snapped his fingers solemnly, very seriously: "It's not very long, if it takes three to five years, it's enough."

Mr. Tang frowned: "You should be very clear, don't say three to five years, three to five months, your stomach should not be covered."

Mr. Tang raised eyebrows similar to Mr. Tang: "Why should I cover up?"

Mr. Tang was startled: "Didn't you say..."

Xiao Tang used the upturned corners of his eyes and eyebrows to hide a teasing smile, this smile was cheerful and bright: "Brother, we have been brothers and sisters for so many years, and what I say is somewhat believable, if you still can't tell the difference, it would be too unfair." Grow up."

Mr. Tang suddenly realized, and after realizing it, he was out of anger: "You are a girl, how can you make fun of such a thing?"

Mr. Tang shrugged his shoulders, calmly and nonchalantly: "A joke can influence hundreds of millions of dollars in sales. It seems to be worth it, doesn't it?"

Mr. Tang rose up against the case and shouted by name and surname: "Tang Jing!"

President Xiao Tang sat leisurely, and replied crisply: "Hey."

In the same Tang family, the Mr. Tang who can raise Zhilan Yushu can also raise Mr. Tang who is unruly and unrestrained. It has to be said that it is a miracle of family upbringing.

Mr. Tang, who succeeded in leading Mr. Tang, was always aggrieved by Tan Baba's rhythm: "Brother, don't be polite in Shanghai these few days. If you want anything, just swipe my card and don't need to report. "