Chapter 211

"Don't deceive others too much!" Roland was so angry that he clapped his hand on the table and stood up.

She made it clear that she was deliberately making things difficult. She really thought that she would be able to deal with her at will if she was young grandma Rong, didn't she?

The palm tightened gradually, and a strong hatred burst out of her dark green eyes. She wanted to go back in time. She should have killed her in the small hotel!

Save trouble now!

Compared with Roland's anger, Luo Anning seemed very indifferent and turned a blind eye to her anger. "It's too much to deceive people. Miss Roland is really serious. I just look at the problem from the perspective of the interests of the company. Does Miss Roland think it's mixed with some personal feelings?"

"This plan is close to perfection. Why is it still denied? Isn't it mixed with personal feelings? What's that?" Roland asked angrily.

I smile and tap the table with my fingertips, "I don't know how miss Roland understands the word" perfection ". The so-called perfection is that MK gets the maximum profit, and Baina is just the employer who pays the money? You think it's naive. Baina is not a charity bank, nor is it a chaebol that helps you mk get through the difficulties. While maximizing the profit, Baina should also enjoy reasonable or even exceed the estimated profit."

Did Roland really think she couldn't see it?

On the surface, the project is perfect. Behind the scenes, whether it is materials or materials, it is a company affiliated to the Marquis of York.

It's just that Baina's money goes into MK from their pockets.

She's not stupid enough to send money to MK.

Roland was stunned by her loud words. She couldn't react for a moment. Luo Anning lazily stood up, walked up to her and smiled coldly: "this plan is refuted. Back, MK bank can't get a reasonable plan in three days, so continue to change it! Until I'm satisfied, Baina has plenty of time to spend with you."

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He reprimanded Roland. He was in a good mood. As soon as he returned to the hotel in the evening, Rong Shao called.

"How was today? Was the meeting going well?" Rongshao's unique magnetic sound line is even more bewitching through the phone.

Luo Anning picked up a glass of water, stood in front of the French window, looked at the thousands of neons under his feet and smiled: "happy, who let Rong Shao delegate power to me? It's hard to be happy."

"Since we are so happy, how can we thank me?"

"What do you want to thank?" Luo Anning took a sip of water and asked with a smile.

I knew he was definitely not a good man who didn't ask for anything in return. He just gave her a taste of sweetness and began to ask for it In return.

Her words hit Rong Shao's heart, and a low and deep laughter came from the phone, "grandma Rong, meat compensation is a good choice, don't you think?"

"Go to hell! I'm full of yellow waste! I ignore you."

"Wife, don't be angry. I've done everything. What's so shy about it, huh?"

"Who's shy with you? Get out!" Luo Anning blushed and roared with his neck.

Fortunately, Rongyan is not here, otherwise he won't laugh all his life?

"Well, if you're not shy, you're not shy." Rong Shao rarely has a conscience. He doesn't continue to tease. The conversation changed, "do you miss me today?"

Is the topic jumping a little fast?

Anning was embarrassed, and her ears were slightly hot. "What about you? Do you miss me?"