Chapter 30: Vinegar jar, naive ghost

dowry?
Everyone wondered for a while, and they were all curious about whom Ning Jiang was going to marry.
Luo Nan raised his eyebrows: "Oh? The second uncle is not going to send her to me as a wife, right?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Ning Jiang with a scornful smile on his face: "Then this marriage, I agree to it."
"Nan Yi." Luo Zhengtang leaned toward Luo Nan Yi and yelled at him.
Luo Nan gave a smirk: "Dad, the male college is married, the female college is married, there is nothing to be angry about, don't you also want me to settle down a bit after marriage, Ning Jiang, this little pepper, I like it."
Luo Hanshang's face was so dark that the people next to him quietly lowered their heads.
He put his hand on Ning Jiang's shoulder naturally, and his voice did not slow down: "You think too much, Ning Jiang, it's my fiancee. We will get married soon."
After he finished speaking, Luo Nan looked at the two in surprise.
Everyone was also amazed, isn't the second master going to marry Miss Mo's family?
After Luo Hanshang finished speaking, he stood up and said,
You guys, don’t think that you are wearing the top hats of engineers, designers, and cost engineers. It’s so amazing. The Panlong River Bridge project has already entered the company. It's been two days, I'm afraid none of you have carefully read the materials sent by Changxing Construction. I advise you to take a good look at the designer's name on the construction drawings. It's really a group of frogs at the bottom of the well."
After he finished speaking, he took Ning Jiang's hand and left the conference room.
As soon as they left, someone hurriedly opened the document in his hand and looked through it, and finally found Ning Jiang's name in the signature of the designer of that document.
Everyone immediately talked about it, only Luo Nan, who seemed to be isolated from the sound of the discussion.
He sat on the spot, his face was no longer suffocated.
He stared intently at the chair Luo Hanshang had just sat on, a little disbelief.
Uncle, it's changed.
Ning Jiang followed Luo Hanshang to his office.
There was no one around, so she asked, "Why did you go to the meeting room just now? Did you come to help me on purpose?"
Luo Hanshang sat down at his desk and patted his thigh.
Ning Jiang didn't understand what he meant.
He displeased: "Come and sit down."
Ning Jianghu tilted his head and smiled speechlessly. It turned out that this man was a jealous man, no, he was a naive ghost.
He opened his face coldly: "What are you laughing at? Who told you a joke?"
"No one tells me a joke, I can't laugh anymore."
"No," he said with a cold face, "Come and sit down."
She condensed her eyebrows without moving.
"Why, Luo Nanyi can sit on his thigh, but mine can't?"
She endured a smile and said, "I didn't sit voluntarily, but he suddenly pulled me, and I couldn't stand firmly. Moreover, I stood up immediately."
"If you were voluntary, do you think I would still talk to you with such a pleasant smile as I am now? Come here quickly, don't wait for me to go and grab you."
Ning Jiang is speechless, where is he happy?
Seeing him about to get up, she hurriedly walked to him and sat down on his lap.
He said coldly: "Also, stay away from that Luo Nan in the future."
"I didn't intend to get close to him," she said frankly. "I usually watch the news and know what kind of person he is."
"You don't know enough about him, and I don't intend to let you know more. In short, you remember my warning."
"Okay," she nodded cautiously: "By the way, have you read the materials sent by Changxing Construction?"
He raised his eyebrows: "You do this because of your father?"
She was nervous, I hope he didn't think too much: "Well, my father is my idol."
"Even if he did something wrong, he still is?"
Ning Jiang's expression sank a bit: "In my eyes, he is not only the designer of Linhaiwan Bridge, he is also the designer of the award-winning Huanshan Road Overpass, and the designer of the floating bridge of Chengshan Lake.
Even if the world only remembers his bad, no one will commemorate his good, it doesn't matter. Because of all this my dad did, I remember that he was the man who gave me life, dreams and hope, and was my superhero. "
As she spoke, there was a soft light in her eyes.
Luo Han Shang knew that it was her adoration and tenderness to her father.
This was her softness he had never seen before.
Luo Han said, "To participate in this project, it's not as simple as you think. I can't be by your side all the time. You have to pay more attention to it yourself."
Ning Jiang nodded: "I know."
He looked serious, "You don't know."
"I really know," Ning Jiang looked at him, his eyes firm: "Most of those people are from Luo Weixian's side. My existence will be regarded as a thorn in the flesh."
Luo Han Shang raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid?"
She shook her head: "Don't be afraid, what I want is to let them be cautious because of my existence, because my father once said that whether it is a bridge or a road, it is not only the designer's dream, but also pedestrians. Safety, the nightmare of the Bay Bridge, cannot be repeated."
He stared at her, she... had something in the words.