The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 167
After hanging up the phone, Meng Yao was dumbfounded that Qiao called so quickly to make an appointment to shoot the commercial.

This is how to do?
By the way, ask that girl Nini, she knows so many people.

After having lunch with Meng Yao at noon, Gumanni left for Beishi and returned to Baishi where the school is located. At this time, she was looking up information in the school library, and she had to do three hours of tutoring later.

"Joe asked you to make an advertisement endorsement?" Gumanni was so surprised that her jaw almost fell to the ground, "Yaoyao, you are going to make a lot of money!"

"Let's not talk about that for now. You have been working in 'Meiran' for so long, you should know people who shoot commercials, right? Tell me about the process of shooting commercials."

"Knowledge means knowing..." Gumanni immediately searched for the name of the person in her mind, opened her mouth and was about to say which friend it was, but it got stuck in her throat. She suddenly thought of someone who was more suitable, and said with a smile, "Yaoyao, you Wait a minute, I'll call and explain the situation to the other party."

"hurry up."

After hanging up the phone, Gumanni, a professional accountant who is a boudoir friend, went online and called Qiao Yiyuan.

Qiao Yiyuan has been nagging his mother for nearly an hour, his handsome face is expressionless, and the depths of his faint eyes are full of lovelessness. He wants to get up and deal with business but dare not, afraid of being caught Overtime nagging.

"... After talking about it for so long, Xiaoyuan, you should be quiet. Don't make your father unhappy about figure skating anymore. Your father doesn't like figure skating the most, you know?"

Qiao Yiyuan finally opened his mouth lazily, but he answered selectively, "Mom, please change the word 'small' to something else. It has been called for 26 years and you are not tired of it. I am tired of hearing it."

The phone rings on the desk.

Qiao Yiyuan got up and walked over, Madam Qiao's words continued to ring.

"What's so annoying about you being a baby born in October of my pregnancy? You don't come home all the time, and you ask me to visit you every time. Do you think you are decent? Are you embarrassed? You have a thick skin."

Qiao Yiyuan picked up the phone and saw that it was Gumani who was calling. He paused for a few seconds, then habitually picked up his pocket with one hand and then connected. Mrs. Qiao answered the call at the right time.

"I'm Qiao Yiyuan."

"Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry to bother you. Before I say it, I would like to ask you not to tell Yaoyao that I said it. Thank you~ The thing is like this..."

After listening to what Gumani said, Qiao Yiyuan lowered his eyes slightly.

Mrs. Qiao, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Maung Sai Pan An's youngest son intoxicated, imagining like countless times, what kind of rich and famous ladies would be worthy of her son.

Qiao Yiyuan hung up the phone, turned around to get the coat on the hanger and put it on, and said to Mrs. Qiao while taking the car keys, "Mom, I have something to go out, so go up and find Dad if you have nothing to do." After speaking, he walked towards the office door.

If you don't go now, wait until later.

Mrs. Qiao didn't stop him, but she still kept telling him, "Don't forget what I said just now, don't mess with your dad on figure skating again."

Qiao Yiyuan, who was about to open the door, turned back to look at her, with a heavy handsome face, and said forbearance, "What do I want now that I'm all back at the company? Don't play too hard, I have tempers if you have them."

The door opened and closed.

Qiao Yi left.

Facing the large and empty office, Mrs. Qiao let out a long and depressed expression, picked up the bag on the side, got up and left.

Having raised four sons, none of them is really worry-free.

Meng Yao didn't wait for a call from Gumanni until she got home, but she waited for a call from Qiao Yiyuan asking her to have dinner.

I won't ask her to do it again...

(End of this chapter)