But at the thought of getting along with someone like Nalan Jun, Ming Yulong's goosebumps shook off the ground, made an unbearable expression, and glanced at Rong Yi,

"Come on, whoever loves him marries, I don't have that blessing.

I said Rong Yi, don't you interrupt?

I'm talking to you about cooperation, the two of us making money together, why did you pull that person in! ”

Rong Yi looked at Ming Yulong, his eyes did not hide his disgust for Nalan Jun, and there was a smile in his eyes.

"If you are allowed to participate in shares, won't you have to give you half of the money you make every year, and I won't lose money by doing so?"

Sure enough, she is a stingy ghost, a red sandalwood tree is so valuable, and she cares about it.

After thinking about it, Ming Yulong pulled a piece of paper from the desk, took a pen, clicked twice on the inkstone, and began to wave the pen on the paper.

After a while, she took the paper and blew it, and handed it to Rong Yi.

"You see, that's where all my ideas come from.

If you can accept my participation, Yunxiangge will not only become bigger and bigger in the future, but also become a world-famous business. ”

The last "we" is to enhance the sense of commonality with Rongyi.

It was unrealistic to say before that it was unrealistic to divide the money of those Taoist priests. Money is the fastest way to make money.

Seeing Rong Yi looking at the two lines of words she wrote, the expression in her narrow phoenix eyes seemed to be smiling rather than laughing, mocking rather than mocking, and seemed to be happy or not, and it fell on the paper for a long time.

Looking at her petite appearance, the words she writes should also be beautiful and cute.

But looking at the words on the paper, although there is a woman's unique softness in it,

However, the words are like a dragon, floating like floating clouds, seemingly irregular, and there is a majestic atmosphere hidden in the softness, refreshing and free.

Just like her character, she looks big and doesn't care.

In fact, the soft is soft, the rigid is rigid, there is a warm heart under the weak appearance, and it distinguishes between right and wrong.

It's just that this handwriting can't be practiced for more than ten years.

Ming Yulong propped his chin, his fingers beat the drum rhythmically on the table, seeing that he didn't mean to speak, and looked at the furnishings on the desk boringly.

The desk is large, about two meters long, and the bright color shows the craftsmanship of the craftsmen.

Brushes of various sizes are hung on the pen holder on the table, and the thick ink in the lotus leaf-shaped inkstone clearly reflects the neat and high folds and books on both sides.

It's tiring to see so many things every day.

It's a shame that Rong Yi has a good brain, otherwise, it will be easy to "die of overwork".

was thinking boredly, when he suddenly saw a stack of books revealing half a plate of snacks.

It is boxy, with a little bit of yellow embellishment on it, and it looks extremely attractive.

Ming Yulong's eyes lit up all of a sudden, wasn't that one of her favorites, osmanthus cake?

Seeing the fragrant, bright snacks, she suddenly felt a little hungry.

glanced at Rong Yi, he said that he wouldn't invite her to lunch, so it's okay to have a snack!

Last time, he made two plates of snacks for her.

Ming Yulong quickly stretched out his hand and pulled the plate of dim sum over.

Pull, don't move

I pulled it again, but it still didn't move

What kind of saucer is this, how can it be so heavy, there are not a few osmanthus cakes on it, is it a golden plate!

Ming Yulong was ruthless, and his hand slammed into force