It's so long to live!

He has been with Mr. Su for more than ten years. When did he see Mr. Su's cell phone ringing during the meeting?

He hurriedly said, "Mr. Su, I..."

He originally wanted to die for Su Zhuoqian.

He reached out his hand, but was stopped by Su Zhuoqian.

Everyone was silent, and they didn't dare to show off their anger.

I don’t know what consequences this rare scene will bring.

Su Zhuoqian answered the phone.

"Mr. Su, it's me. I won't disturb you from work, will you?" Qiao Weiyang's clear voice came from the phone.

It was lunch break now, so Qiao Weiyang called this phone number.

"No. You said." Su Zhuoqian's voice did not contain any special temperature.

But everyone can see it at the naked eye, and his tense expression is very gentle.

Qiao Weiyang said: "That's right. I want to put a sewing machine and a piano in Zhuojing Villa. If it is not convenient, forget it..."

She was mentally prepared, and Su Zhuoqian might not agree.

"Okay, let Butler Xu help."

"Thank you, Mr. Su." He agreed very happily, which made Qiao Weiyang stunned.

I was stunned for a moment before I could express my thanks.

"Weiyang." Su Zhuoqian stood up, made a breaking meeting at everyone, and walked to the balcony, "In the future, if you want to buy something, just ask Butler Xu to help you make a place. You don't need to go through my consent."

Qiao Weiyang understood what he meant.

He treats her as a part of the family.

But, how can this be done?

Before Qiao Weiyang could say his words of rejection, Su Zhuoqian hung up the phone.

This is an opportunity to give her no advice at all.

The people in the conference room looked at each other, and the meeting was over now?

This is really rare in Su Shao’s work history!

Almost everyone has experienced it for the first time. Before Su Zhuoqian's meeting was finished, he just called for a pause.

Workaholic Su Zhuoqian has changed his sexuality?

Su Zhuoqian returned to the office, but he looked shocked but came to his senses. Zhou Lang quickly followed in.

"Mr. Su, Miss Qiao went to Hengyuan today and came back from Daxu Quansheng."

Zhou Lang knew that he had to quickly adapt to the current work rhythm.

You must also adapt to the habit of Su Shao changing every day.

A bright color flashed through Su Zhuoqian's eyes like a cold pond.

This is not the first time he has seen Qiao Weiyang's principles and methods of dealing with things. He has long been used to her showing her claws.

...

The piano and sewing machine were soon set up in the room where Qiao Weiyang lived.

She fiddled in the room for an afternoon.

At dinner time, she walked out of the room and went downstairs and saw Han Qingwan sitting in the living room.

"Grandma." Qiao Weiyang stepped forward to say hello.

"Weiyang, come and sit down." Han Qingwan smiled.

Qiao Weiyang took out a set of embroidered cheongsams: "Grandma, this is for you."

"Oh, give me such a good thing?"

Han Qingwan is knowledgeable and can tell at a glance that the embroidery on this cheongsam is unusual.

The gold-inlaid silk thread is noble and generous, blending the dark purple lines, complementing each other, exquisite and noble.

The retro buckles are exactly the same as Han Qingwan wore when she was young.

"I just don't know if my size is accurate." Qiao Weiyang has just met Han Qingwan.

I had originally planned to give her jewelry to repay her kindness.

The last time she went to the jewelry mall, she had an accident and chose to give her a cheongsam.

"Accurate, I knew it was very accurate as soon as I got started." Han Qingwan kept nodding, "Weiyang, you really have the intention."

This gift is second to you. What is rare is Qiao Weiyang's vision and intention.

As the young lady of the Su family, although Han Qingwan did not have many requirements for her, the higher her vision, the more she could still bear this identity.

Xiaobao said silly from the side: "Mommy has a very good vision. I just don't know if there are Xiaobao's clothes?"

"Of course there is!" Qiao Weiyang had plenty of time today before joining the group.

Of course I won’t forget Xiaobao’s part.

She took out a piece of clothing that she designed and made by herself and put it in front of Xiaobao: "Try it now?"

"Yeah!" Xiaobao took it happily.

"I'll go with you."

Xiaobao's face turned red, and Qiao Weiyang patted his cheek gently: "Are you shy? Then I'll wait for you downstairs."

When Su Zhuoqian entered the living room, Han Qingwan smiled showing off: "Zhuoqian, come and see my new clothes."

"Not bad." Su Zhuoqian's clothes are noble and elegant. He nodded, "The designer has advanced."

It was rare to hear Su Zhuoqian praising her clothes, and Han Qingwan smiled so hard that her wrinkles stretched out: "It was given to me by Wei Yang."

"Is that true?" Su Zhuoqian looked at Qiao Weiyang.

"I was taken care of by my grandma and I happened to be free today, so I helped my grandma make this dress."

"This was done by Weiyang himself? This is really amazing. I haven't seen such a technology for many years. Not to mention young people nowadays, even when we were in the Shili foreign market, there might not be anyone who could match your skills." Han Qingwan even smiled even more.

She originally thought that such exquisite clothes were customized by Qiao Weiyang in famous artists and specially given to her.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Weiyang still has such ability and skills.

"Grandma has over the award."

Qiao Weiyang sat next to Han Qingwan, and she noticed the gaze above her head.

She lifted her eyelashes and looked up, and she happened to meet Su Zhuoqian's incident.

"Very good." Su Zhuoqian added another word this time.

His words were very simple, but Qiao Weiyang always felt that his eyes were somewhat profound.

"Great grandma, mommy!" Xiaobao's voice came from the stairs.

After a moment, a small lightning bolt rushed out and stood in front of everyone.

It also interrupted Qiao Weiyang to continue thinking about what the deep meaning is.

"Does it look good? Am I handsome?"

Xiaobao always wears the same customized suit as Su Zhuoqian, and looks quite mature at a young age.

Even if you wear it simply occasionally, you are just a pure white T-shirt.

Like the pink soft and cute cartoon pattern on the body, it has never appeared.

His round face is soft and cute, and it is actually very suitable for this style.

Han Qingwan was so happy: "Oh, it's very good. Come on, grandma hug you. Only then will she look like a child."

Xiaobao threw himself into Han Qingwan's arms and looked at Su Zhuoqian proudly: "How?"

"It's okay." Su Zhuoqian said lightly, tidying up his clothes and sitting down calmly on the sofa.

"Mommy made it for me with her own hands!" Xiaobao and his honorable expression were beyond words.

Su Zhuoqian remembered Qiao Weiyang and said that he had added a sewing machine today.
Chapter completed!