Chapter 43: Luo Han Shang

For two days in a row, Luo Nanyi appeared on the construction site in work clothes on time.
He didn't do any work, he stared at Ning Jiang with a pair of eyes.
Originally wanted to find Ning Jiang's flaws, but after two days, he admired this woman a little.
Not only did she participate in the design of the bridge, she was also able to plan the work she was responsible for during the construction process.
This is quite different from the women he has seen in the past.
Ning Jiang just ignored him as air.
She knew that this man was here to find her fault, and the more you care about him, the more problems he has.
At 5:30 in the afternoon, Ning Jiang returned to the hotel directly from the construction site.
She changed her clothes, put on a light makeup, and drove out in Luo Hanshang's car.
She knew that at this time every Thursday, Mo Lan was doing massage and maintenance at Lanhui.
As she expected, her car waited for more than ten minutes at the entrance of the clubhouse, and she saw Mo Lan walk out of it.
Ning Jiang pulled the car door and got out of the car. Mo Lan saw her and walked up to her angrily, shouting: "Ning Jiang."
Ning Jiang pretended to be surprised: "Sister? What a coincidence."
"Who allowed you to come here?"
"Isn't this a place where you can come if you have money? Of course the money allowed me to come," she said, taking out the card that Luo Hanshang gave her, and shook it in front of Mo Lan: "My husband gave it to me. A bank card and asked me to spend at least one million a month, otherwise, he would not let me go at night."
She said, smiling wickedly.
Mo Lan's eyes flashed: "Bitch."
Ning Jiang was not angry at all, and shrugged: "What my sister said, how can the affairs between my husband and my husband be considered cheap? It seems that you will get married in the future and you will not share the same room with your husband. Not such a person who can stand loneliness, otherwise, how could you hook up Xu Chaoran and jump into that kind of scumbag's bed.
Mo Lan made a fist: "Call a husband if you are not married. Are you still mean?"
"Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you." She turned on her phone and found a photo of her marriage certificate that she had taken in advance: "Luo Hanshang and I obtained the certificate last Friday and have become a legal couple. Up."
"You..." Mo Lan grabbed her by the collar.
Ning Jiang wasn't angry, but just smiled at her and said, "Sister, why are you angry? Luo Nanyi, the dude of the Luo family, told my husband that his grandpa plans to pair you with him. I think you Yeah, it's a natural fit with that romantic man. Congratulations in advance."
After she finished speaking, there was a touch of sarcasm in her eyes, "By the way, sister, during this time, you have to come here to take care of it if you are all right. When Luo Nan said you are ugly, your dad still wants Throw you to him.
If it doesn't work, you can cut your chin again and put a pad on your nose, so that you will be rejected after marrying. Tsk Tsk, dignified Miss Mo's family, to the point where she is going to be the wife of the great-grandson of the prostitute, ha ha, it's really funny. "
After speaking, Ning Jiang gave her a cold look, then walked around her to the clubhouse.
Mo Lan was anxious, turned his head and pointed at her back, and roared: "Ning Jiang, do you think I will make you feel better? You dream. You wait and see, I will definitely let you know how to anger me."
Ning Jiang entered the club without looking back.
Her goal has been achieved, so why bother to her.
Ning Jiang had a massage before returning to the hotel.
Luo Hanshang has returned, he is reading the Wall Street Journal.
"You are back too." Ning Jiang was in a good mood.
"Well," he asked, "You just came back?"
She smiled at him: "Yes, you see the clothes in the bathroom."
"I have asked Procter & Gamble to clean it for you. Where have you been?"
"I haven't been to the construction site for several months. I was so tired and sore in these two days, so I went for a massage."
Luo Han Shang narrowed his eyebrows: "Don't go to the construction site from tomorrow."
"How about that."
He was displeased: "Without a woman from the construction site, you can't turn it?"
"It's okay, but this is my job. I should do it. How can I hide it? People think that women can't do this. If I don't go, wouldn't it be laughed at."
"No one needs you to be competitive."
"I'm not competitive, it's my job, it's my own business, I can do it."
His eyes flashed, is this woman unable to understand human words?
Seeing his gaze, Ning Jiang frowned, his eyes fluttering everywhere, she hadn't told him if she knew it, she went to massage.
In fact, the massage was only done because a waiter came to receive her when she entered the clubhouse. She was embarrassed to be in vain, so she did it.
Before Luo Hanshang could say anything, his cell phone rang and it was the secretary.
He picked up the phone, "What's the matter."
"Second Lord, you asked me to investigate President Rong's affairs of the Rong Group. I have found it clear."
Luo Hanshang cast a sideways glance at Ning Jiang, got up and walked into the study, closing the door: "Say."
"President Rong has been looking for someone to investigate the bank account of Ning Changhao, the designer of Linhaiwan Bridge who committed suicide six years ago."