603. Chapter 603 An An, let's go draw a turtle on the luxury car 44
The moment she saw him, she nodded politely and respectfully, and shouted with a smile: "Master, if I have something to do, please go back to the Tang family with my old servant."
Hearing this, Tang Moyu's beautiful sword-shaped eyebrows narrowed suddenly, and his sharp, narrow black eyes glanced at the housekeeper indifferently. Then, he stepped out of the elevator expressionlessly and said coldly: "Go back and tell my grandpa.
, I’m not free today, I’ll go back another day.”
Tang Moyu wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and leave quickly.
However, the housekeeper bowed slightly and nodded respectfully: "Young Master, I'm offended."
After speaking, he glanced at the twelve bodyguards.
The well-trained bodyguards received the message and immediately rushed towards Tang Moyu with agility.
Tang Moyu made a desperate struggle and threw the cardboard box in his arms at the oncoming bodyguards. He then used all his strength to push aside the obstacles and planned to break through the encirclement.
However, when he ran ten meters away, he suddenly discovered that there were three rows of burly fighters standing at the entrance of the underground parking lot.
Tang Moyu was immediately depressed and had black lines all over his head, and he cursed viciously in his heart: It's so abominable that he was double-defended.
The housekeeper stepped forward and said calmly: "Master, please stop struggling to your death. The master has already spoken: Even if you are tied, I will tie you back. Please stop making things difficult for me."
The overly wide floor-to-ceiling windows made his tall and strong body look even longer and colder.
The bright golden warm sun in the afternoon was like a veil, slanting down and covering the entire office. As far as the eye could see, it was warm.
However, no matter how warm and bright the sunshine was, it still could not dispel the coldness and coldness that permeated the bones and blood of Yang Mufan.
He just stood there, quiet and motionless.
The long, beautiful and almost perfect right hand held a cigarette between the index and middle fingers. The white eye circles were slowly rising and dancing in the light yellow light beam.
Sirius knocked on the door three times very rhythmically, and when he pushed the door open, he happened to see this scene.
"Second brother, I have already retrieved the information you want." He stepped forward lightly.
Hearing this, Yang Mufan frowned. He slowly raised his right hand, took a long drag on the cigarette, and then slowly exhaled the white smoke.
Although he is a man, Sirius has to admit that Yang Mufan is a perfect and powerful master.
Wherever he appears, everyone will pay attention, and everything in the world, even the sun, will be eclipsed.
Everyone standing in front of him couldn't help but feel a sense of surrender and a sense of awe.
No matter what he does or says, it is impossible to ignore.
Even if he was smoking, just the smoke ring he blew out, Tianlang had never seen a person who could smoke better than Yang Mufan.
After taking several puffs in a row, Yang Mufan accurately dropped the cigarette that was about to burn to the end into a short ashtray five meters away.
As he walked towards the desk, he asked in a hoarse magnetic voice: "Bring the information here."
"Yes." Sirius respectfully presented the information, but felt a little puzzled in his heart.
