C870 I Have to Lower My Head
"My surname is Tang. I am the young master of Tang Family in B City. May I ask if your young lady is here? I'm looking for her. "
Tang Yi put on a purple face and tried his best to be gentle.
"Young Master Tang, our young master just called back and told me... If there is someone called Young Master Tang who wants to see our young lady, please ask him to move to our young master's home in Golden Phoenix Villa District. Our young lady is over there. "
Jun Yan's matter was still kept from the elders. Tang Yi wanted to apologize, so of course he would not let him see Jun Yan in Jun Family's Residence.
Tang Yi pursed his lips. He had made this trip for nothing.
"Thank you, I understand."
He thanked her and took a few more glances at the manor. He heard from his mother that the Jun Family's Residence covered a vast area and the scenery was beautiful. Although he couldn't enter, he could still see some scenery from the entrance. It was pretty good.
After two minutes of silence, Tang Yi turned around and left with his bodyguards.
An hour later.
Under the escort of the bodyguards, Tang Yi stood at the door of Ye Junhao and Mu Chuchen's love nest.
He regarded Ye Junhao as his opponent and had investigated him. He knew that this large villa that occupied a large area was specially prepared by Ye Junhao for Mu Chuchen. The two of them quickly moved out of the old house to live here after marriage.
Through the large door in the sky, Tang Yi could see the scenery in the front yard.
He had to sigh in his heart that Ye Junhao really treated Mu Chuchen as a treasure in his hands.
After taking a deep breath, Tang Yi pressed the doorbell.
Very quickly, Ms. Zhang walked out.
"Hello, may I ask if Miss Jun Yan is here?"
Ms. Zhang asked with a smile, "You must be Young Master Tang. Miss Jun Yan and the rest are waiting in the room."
Tang Yi nodded.
Ms. Zhang opened the door of the villa and said to Tang Yi, "Young Master Tang, our teacher asked me to bring you a message. Since you are here to apologize, show your sincerity. Go in alone and don't bring your bodyguards. Sir said that if Young Master Tang brought a large group of bodyguards in, it would be like going in to demonstrate his power. Not an apology. "
Tang Yi stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at his bodyguards. There weren't many of them. There were only ten of them.
They were all helping him with the gifts. Ye Junhao asked him to go in alone. There were so many things, how could he move them?
Ms. Zhang seemed to have seen through Tang Yi's thoughts. She smiled and said, "Young Master Tang can choose to bring these things in himself, or he can choose to leave the things outside first. Young Master Tang can go in alone."
Anyway, they would not help.
Tang Yi's face was taut. This was Ye Junhao deliberately making things difficult for him.
He was here to apologize. If he went in empty-handed, Ye Junhao would definitely say that he was not sincere.
Asking him to move so many things by himself would require him to go back and forth several times.
"Young master, let's help..."
Tang Yi raised his hand to interrupt the bodyguards. He turned around and took a few big bags from the two bodyguards behind him.
Ms. Zhang maintained her smile and looked at Tang Yi holding big and small bags on both sides of his hand. Even the shoulders on both sides were full. Tang Yi looked like a salesman.
Tang Yi also knew that his appearance was very funny. He kept a straight face the whole time and followed Ms. Zhang to the main house.
The bodyguards of Tang Family silently looked at their family's young master who had always been insufferably arrogant. They had no choice but to lower their heads to the few masters of Jun Family.0
After entering the house, Tang Yi suddenly stopped in his tracks, because there were seven tall men standing in front of him. They were the young masters of Jun Family. If Jun Zhao was home, there would be eight of them.
Ye Junhao was in the middle of the room. His hands were in his pockets, and his dark eyes were staring at Tang Yi coldly.
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