The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Yang Yuxuan's side is in the daytime. Just after finishing the work at hand, the phone rang.

"No sleep?" Yang Yuxuan picked up the phone and asked in surprise, "is there something wrong?"

Although it was a question, the tone was very positive.

"I want to transfer all my foreign shares to Tian Tian." Zhao Qitao said.

"Are you sure?" Yang Yuxuan didn't look surprised at the other end of the phone. It seemed that he had expected it long ago.

"Well." Zhao Qitao said.

"OK," Yang Yuxuan stood up and looked out the window and moved his neck. "I asked the lawyer to get things ready."

"Thank you." Zhao Qitao said.

"We don't need to say this between us." Yang Yuxuan's mouth rose slightly, "what is the stimulation today?"

In those days, two people worked hard together, and now their worth is not what they can say at that time.

Zhao Qitao even gave all his overseas equity to Liu Sitian at this time?

"No, I just want to ask my wife for pocket money in the future." Zhao Qitao said with a smile.

"Promising." Yang Yuxuan said, "do you want to give Tian Tian a sense of security?"

"Well." Zhao Qitao nodded.

Yang Yuxuan still needs to know more about him.

"Treat her well." Yang Yuxuan said, "she is originally a sensitive person. You have to be patient."

"I know." Zhao Qitao said, "how's your side?"

"I can handle it." Yang Yuxuan said, "you can coax your daughter-in-law."

"Thanks, brother." Zhao Qitao said, "when you chase your daughter-in-law, brother, I will try my best to help you."

When he came back, he threw all the overseas affairs to Yang Yuxuan.

"Get out." Yang Yuxuan hung up with that.

When he chased his wife?

Yang Yuxuan smiled and shook his head.

Stand in front of the French window with your hands in your pockets and look out.

The weather seems to be fine today.

Here, Zhao Qitao looked at the time after calling. It was already more than five o'clock. After thinking about it, it was time to make breakfast for his wife.

Therefore, the domineering president Zhao has long forgotten that there is still a morning meeting waiting for him to hold today.

When Zheng Yuan called to pick him up, Zhao Qitao was rolling up his sleeves and making peace in the kitchen, "what's up?"

"Mr. Zhao, shall I pick you up at today's morning meeting?" Zheng Yuan asked.

Then I heard the thundering sound over there.

"President Zhao?"

"Can you make peace?" Zhao Qitao asked.

Why is it so difficult?

Zheng Yuan, "... President Zhao?"

Is this the voice of president Zhao? He doesn't have auditory hallucinations, does he?

"Well, you say." Obviously absent-minded, "add another egg..."

Zheng Yuan, "... Shall I pick you up at the morning meeting? Or?"

"The morning meeting will be postponed for two hours," Zhao Qitao remembered. Today seems to be the time of the morning meeting. "I'll go to the hospital."

Zheng Yuan, "..."

He knew it would be like this. Fortunately, he was smart. He called Zhao Qitao before coming.

Alas, the president of his family has changed since he got married.

One day, he studied either how to cook food or how to coax his wife. The overbearing president with high cold paralysis is gone forever.

Two days ago, when Zhao Qitao passed the secretary room, he heard several secretaries discussing the color of lipstick.

Zheng Yuan originally thought Zhao Qitao would be angry, but Zhao Qitao called a secretary, "go and buy all the lipstick you just said."

The secretary was stunned directly.

"Zhao... President Zhao... What did you say...?" It's hard to say, "what color do you... Want to... Buy?"

Color?

Zhao Qitao wondered, "do you want to choose a color?"