The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 320 Are You My Wife?

In the study room, Qiao Haiting sat behind the desk and looked at the documents he had brought back. He said to Mrs. Qiao who was sitting behind the exclusive desk reading with him, and looked up at Mrs. Qiao who was so peaceful and beautiful because of reading. Every time she saw Mrs. Qiao like this, His eyes will show his affection for her.

There was no response for a long time.

Until Mrs. Qiao let out a long sigh, and looked up at him across the page while turning the pages of the book. Qiao Haiting looked back in time, and what she saw was focused on business, which was also the look she liked.

"What else can I say, you don't know his temper."

"It seems that I have to find him myself." Qiao Haiting said with his head down.

"Why are you looking for him? The results are the same." Mrs. Qiao closed the book and put it lightly on the desk. She leaned back on the chair and looked at a certain point in the space. "As long as he is not engaged in sports all the time, I have no objection." He likes figure skating." She said and looked at him, "You also had dreams, why can't you understand him?"

"My dream is to promote economic development, and I have achieved it. What is his dream? Has it been realized?" Qiao Haiting's words clearly disdain Qiao Yiyuan's dream.

At his words, Mrs. Qiao frowned in disapproval, "Xiaoyuan's dream is to promote the development of sports, and he will do it, and it will take less time than you. I can't approve of your attitude. You can not support it but you can't belittle it. This is respect for him, not to mention you are his father."

"His dream is meaningless, it's just playing tricks. Without the financial strength, how can we promote sports? Trader Joe's has been sponsoring figure skating all these years, and figure skating can achieve today's results only with money."

"Don't forget that you trapped him for nearly ten years with a contract. If the time can be repeated and he is independent, he will not bother you to spend money to buy out his ten years of youth. So, why do you have the face to say it was you? It was piled up with money? If you say that the pile was also piled up by Xiaoyuan, what does it have to do with you?"

The more Qiao Haiting heard it, the more unhappy she became, and finally looked up at her, "Are you my wife?"

Mrs. Qiao looked at him seriously and said, "In addition to being your wife, I am also the mother of four children. When any of you is unfair, I will stand on the side of justice."

Amused by her earnest face, Qiao Haiting stretched out his right palm and patted the back of her left hand on the desk, "It's really good. Ever since I had a son, my husband has been sent to the Pacific Ocean."

Seeing his sad and aggrieved appearance, Mrs. Qiao smiled gently, "Old Qiao, how about this, shall we make an appointment?"

Qiao Haiting thought she heard it wrong, and held her left hand in the right palm still covering the back of her left hand, and asked her with a slight frown uncertainly, "Are you making a contract with me?"

"That's right!" Mrs. Qiao covered the back of his right hand with her right hand, looked at him and discussed, "If Xiaoyuan wins gold medals in every match with Meng Yao this season, you are not allowed to interfere with him anymore, and let them win the gold medals together. Olympic gold, okay?"

This was the first time she made a contract with him, and it was too much for that little boy, A Yuan.

He didn't believe that that bastard had the ability to teach Meng Yao to win gold medals every game, and he didn't believe that Meng Yao had the strength to win gold medals every game, so what if it was Meng Guoping's daughter?So don't even think about it.

"I'll just sell you some face. If they don't get the gold medal in one game, you're not allowed to help that bastard again, can you do it?"

"I believe in Xiaoyuan, he will definitely win." Mrs. Qiao supported Qiao Yiyuan.

Qiao Haiting didn't think so, he just wanted to take the opportunity to get his wife to side with him.

(End of this chapter)