He held his own water and his eyes began to wander around. Even though he knew that no one was paying attention to him, he still wanted to respect himself and said dryly: "Ah, I think about it, I still have something I haven't bought, Miss Qiao, Mr. Wang."
Just wait for me, I'll go and come back."
Qiao Nian didn't notice him coming at first, but after hearing his words, her attention turned to the side. Gu San had already disappeared in a flash.
She didn't think much about it, but her phone vibrated again, so she lowered her head and looked at it.
Yuan Yongqin called her.
"I'm going to take a call." Qiao Nian stood up, retracted her hand, picked up the phone and said.
Ye Wangchuan let go very quickly this time, fully demonstrating the 'sensible' nature a boyfriend should have: "Go ahead. You can catch up on your sleep when you get on the plane, otherwise there will be too much to do during lunch."
"Yes." Qiao Nian responded and walked aside to answer Yuan Yongqin's call.
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At the Chengfeng Group Building in Beijing, Yuan Yongqin was wearing a white professional suit, his hair was combed, and he was meticulous. He looked rigid and serious.
"Knock knock."
Somo knocked on the door from outside and came in with tea.
Just look at her walking to the floor-to-ceiling window to make a phone call, her lowered eyebrows are very gentle, and her tone seems to be talking to her daughter, speaking softly, as if she is afraid of scaring the people opposite her by speaking loudly.
"Are you having lunch at Yufu? Which floor is it? I'll go there early."
He put the tea cup on Yuan Yongqin's office table and slowly pushed it aside. He knew who Yuan Yongqin was calling without asking.
In such a big city, Miss Qiao is the only one who can make Mr. Yuan speak with an accommodating attitude.
"Third floor? Okay, I understand. I'll arrange the time later and go there at 11 o'clock. Niannian, have you boarded the plane?"
She didn't know what the person on the other end said, but she looked worried: "You are coming to Beijing and you don't want to stay at home? Where will you stay? Have you booked a hotel? Do you want me to book it for you? You don't need to stay in a hotel. Come and follow me."
I'll live together, or I'll have someone clean up a house for you. If you don't own dozens of properties in Beijing, I'll send you the address and you can see which community you want to live in."
Dozens of houses in Beijing... Su Mo looked around and couldn't help but sigh every time he heard this. Who would have thought that a humble ordinary girl in the city has dozens of houses under her name, all of which are gold in Beijing.
The location includes high-end lofts and small villas.
The value of each set exceeds seven figures, some even nine figures, and exceeds 100 million.
These are all fixed investments that Yuan Yongqin bought for Qiao Nian over the years. If Qiao Nian doesn't want them, she will also record them in Qiao Nian's name.
Over and over again, it slowly accumulated into dozens of sets.
Anyway, he knew Mr. Yuan’s character. He gave away houses during the New Year and birthdays. Even when Miss Qiao called her Aunt Yuan for the first time, she was also excited to give him a house.
A small courtyard house in the First Ring Road of Beijing City.
The price has appreciated over the past few years. If Ms. Qiao wanted to sell it, it would be a sky-high price!
Not many people in Beijing can afford it.
Yuan Yongqin was still leaning on the floor-to-ceiling window and making a phone call. His eyes fell on the constant flow of traffic downstairs, and his eyes were gentle: "Well... okay... wait until you arrive. Send me a message when you arrive, and I will ask Sumo to pick you up."
Sumo raised his head and silently wrote down the itinerary for himself.
Who would have thought that Yuan Yongqin hung up the phone and turned around and said to him: "Nian Nian said she would come here by herself. I am going to Yufu for a meal at noon. You can help me postpone today's schedule. I will meet Mr. Jiang after dinner."