Compared with Auguste's smile, Marco's face was more gloomy.
Originally, he already felt fast.
To his surprise, Augustus was faster!
He's even finished talking to cook!
"Ha ha! Augustus, don't think I don't know what you're up to
"I just want to tell you something. Your idea will come to nothing." Marco's eyes were fixed on Augustus, and his voice was hoarse.
I'm in a trap!
Auguste's heart was happy, but his face did not change. He was still smiling: "Marco, this is not what you said."
"Then we'll see."
"OK..."
The window rises and the car is heading for the distance
……
Marco slapped the steering wheel hard, and his face was so bad!
First, he didn't expect that he would come a step later than Augustus.
Second, he could see that Auguste had finished talking to cook.
He's good to talk to cook about.
Form is very disadvantageous to oneself!
"This damn guy..." With a fury, Marco rebooted the car and headed for the airline.
A few minutes later, he stopped and knocked on the door of Cook's office.
"Enter..."
Soon, cook's cold voice came from the room.
“……”
"Cook, have you met Augustus?" Without waiting for cook to speak, Marco had taken the lead to ask.
Cook:???
Auguste?
Has he met this man?
He can't think of forgiving him for his lack of reading.
What's the tone of Marco?
Is he asking himself?
What is his right to question himself?
If you want to ask, it's him who questions Marco!
"What do you mean, Marco?"
"Who I see, what I do, and when will I report to you?" Cook's brows wrinkled, eyes with warm anger staring at malcolt.
However, Marco was now overwhelmed by anger and did not recognize the displeasure in Cook's words.
"Cook, I'll ask you if you've seen Augustus," he said in a cold voice
Cook:
What do you mean?
The more you talk, the harder you work, right?
At this moment, cook was really on fire.
If you know it, don't say it.
People who don't know think he is Marco's younger brother.
Be scolded like this.
Even if cook is good at self-discipline, he can't help but get angry.
"Bang!"
He hit his right hand heavily on the table, his eyes fixed on malcolt and said in a cold voice: "Marco, I tell you, this is the aviation bureau, it's my ground."
"You are not the place where you can be wild
"Want to be wild! Go outside
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
Quiet!
Dead silence!
When cook yelled at him, Marco immediately responded.
The next second, his vest was soaked in cold sweat.
What did he do just now?
How dare he ask cook at the aviation administration!
For a moment, Marco wanted to die!
This NIMA, is she a fool!
He wanted to slap himself.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Marco gave a dry cough and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, cook, I'm not aiming at you. I was just blinded by anger..."
"Hum!" With a cold hum, Cook said coldly, "Marco, I hope this is the first and last time."