Simp, Who Are You?

Chapter 92 I will improve it

Isla froze for a moment.

Looking at Adam with a mysterious look, she asked, "What is it?"

The words fell.

A foreigner, in his 40s or 50s, approached Isla.

Adam spoke up: "This is Mr. Robinson, the chef of the pastry and chocolate store that you and Master

Jonah, like to eat. Didn't you say that you don't need Mr. Robinson to send a special plane to buy

pastries for you every day, which is too troublesome? That's why Mr. Robinson invited the chef to

China, so that he can serve you, and you can have your favorite pastry every day!

Coincidentally, Mr. Robinson was recently planning to visit China with his family, so he had already

obtained a tourist visa to enter the country without any difficulties. In the next few days, Torres Group

will assist Mr. Robinson in converting his tourist visa to a work visa. You don't need to worry about Miss

Isla, we will take care of it!"

Isla: "......" You guys are good!

Steve turned to Isla, smiled, and exited first.

Isla looked at Liam and said, rather speechlessly, "Mr. Torres, don't you think it's too much trouble to do

that?"

The company that Steve worked for before is a very famous dessert company abroad, Liam was able

to poach the person, and the other party just one day's work, appeared in the country, Liam definitely

paid a lot of money to do it.

She and Jonah, that is, like to eat this, is not so obsessive to this part, Liam really is a little bit of a fuss.

Liam listened to her question.

A pair of eagle eyes looked at her and said in a cold voice, "I don't feel tossed to do anything for you."

Romy was starry-eyed, feeling a little envious inside, alas, Mr. Torres is so good to the president, why

the president just does not like it.

Isla's heart, no ripples, she said expressionlessly: "Mr. Torres, I don't need you to do this for me!"

Liam's handsome face, did not show a half-expectation of expression.

It was as if Isla's words were not even heard.

Glancing at the seat in front of him, he spoke, "Miss White, let's have a meal together."

Isla was about to say that she wasn't eating.

Liam's icy voice rang out first: "Let's discuss the progress of the project over dinner. Your time and mine

are both very valuable, so don't continue to waste it on whether or not to put off eating a meal, Miss

White thinks?"

Isla listened and rubbed her brow.

Liam is right, she still has a lot of things to deal with in the afternoon, and really has no time to waste

with Liam here, arguing back and forth about whether to eat this meal, delaying the discussion of

business, and ultimately will affect her work in the afternoon.

She then sat down, forget it, Liam would not poison the food.

Do not eat for nothing, and you do not lose.

Isla picked up her fork, looked at Liam and said, "Mr. Torres, what do you think is the best way for us to

proceed?"

Obviously, even if she agrees to have this meal, she is really just doing business, not half to exchange

feelings with him, just want to talk to him about work.

Liam's cold eyes were not lost.

Her willingness to eat a meal together is an improvement, rather than having it eatenby Romy again.

He then also picked up a fork.

In the same business-like tone, she informed Isla of her intentions.

Adam watched from the side six years later, Mr. and Miss Isla, once again eating at the same table,

silently pondering, if this meal, the two people are not just talking about work, the whole process is very

business, such a scene will make people feel a little nostalgic.

Unfortunately, all the nostalgia was lost in the cold exploration of the project process.

Romy looked at Mr. Torres looking at the president's eyes, very affectionate, but the president's eyes,

there is no half-wave, open and shut the mouth is the project matter.

She wiped the sweat on her forehead, only to feel that the president can be so cold in the face of such

a handsome man, really a work machine without feelings.

A meal is finished.

Isla had to admit that although she inexplicably hated Liam, the other party's ability to work was very

professional.

She put down her fork and spoke, "Thank you Mr. Torres for your hospitality, I am also very satisfied

with Mr. Torres' arrangements for the project to move forward, I believe our two families will work

together happily!"

Of course, Isla would have found it more pleasant if Liam had not come to her privately and forced

herself to eat without bringing a meal, and had not been as solicitous as simp every day.

Liam didn't reply to this.

Instead, he asked in a cold voice, "Is it still appetizing?"

Isla thought that it was actually quite tasty, but to avoid that this simp received its own encouragement

to come back tomorrow, she spoke, "I was so full of discussing work matters that I didn't pay attention

to the taste of the meal, and it should taste just like that, but thanks to Mr. Torres."

Adam: "......" can be, Miss Isla , no matter what, you should also be polite, even if you really think the

taste is very average, but also polite to comfort the gentleman, say a good ah, you are ......

Romy was also startled.

Mr. Torres is what he is, he cooked the food for his president, but he didn't give face to him for several

days, and today, after eating it, he disliked it and said that it tasted just like that.

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So she couldn't resist, stepped forward and went to the president's side, thinking that if Mr. Torres was

going to make a move, she could help block it or something even if she wasn't an opponent.

However.

Even Isla did not expect, Liam heard this, handsome handsome face, but not a bit of anger, but a slight

frown.

Cold eyes stared at Isla , and asked, "Really average?"

Isla : "...... Well, it's pretty average!"

What? How do I feel this person, as if he is not angry?

Liam paused for a moment, glanced at the dish he had made, then looked at Isla , and said coldly, "I

know, don't be angry, I will improve my cooking skills in the next few days, and I will make it delicious

next time."