The National Treasure of Figure Skating

Chapter 643 I'm going to get married this year
"Yes yes yes." Yang Fuhai nodded again and again, looked up at Qiao Yiyuan cautiously, met his dark eyes like a pool, his heart trembled and then lowered his eyes, "Then Mr. Qiao, you..."

"Boss Yang, I, Qiao Yiyuan, am not unreasonable. Whoever makes my people feel unhappy, I will make them feel unhappy all over. Since Boss Yang came to the door in person, I will reluctantly give you a face. But, the only chance is once."

"Thank you Mr. Qiao for not fussing with my little girl. I will definitely take her to apologize to Ms. Meng." Yang Fuhai nodded and bowed.

Qiao Yiyuan looked away from him, and didn't intend to speak again.

Yang Fuhai exited the ward tactfully, heaved a sigh of relief as soon as he went out, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead and neck, and then left quickly.

When the door of the ward was closed, Qiao Yiyuan's gaze was fixed on the laptop screen, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to press the computer cover, and with a "snap", the laptop closed.

He glanced at the phone, paused for two seconds, reached out to pick up the phone, and called Mrs. Qiao.

On the fifth floor of Fengrun Department Store, Mrs. Qiao was walking around the clothing store holding Mrs. Qu's arm. The two sisters were chatting and laughing intimately, and the phone in the bag rang.

"...Brother Xiaoxiu is really not an ordinary skin. He is in the second grade and still bullies his younger brother." Mrs. Qiao took out her mobile phone while speaking, and seeing that it was Qiao Yiyuan calling, the smile on her face deepened, and she compared the phone to Mrs. Qu Only after connecting, "Xiao Yuan."

Hearing this address, Qiao Yiyuan frowned, "Mom, how many times have I said it? I'm already in my thirties. Don't call me Xiaoyuan Xiaoyuan, is it okay? Make others think I'm a young Ma Baonan, Detrimental to the image I have built on the outside."

"It doesn't matter what your image looks like outside, I am your mother, and you are a son in front of mother. I can call him whatever I like." Mrs. Qiao always used these words to keep Qiao away from her, and she used it all the time.

But this time Qiao Yiyuan didn't follow her, and said firmly, "Mom, I'll take Xiaoyao home for dinner the day after tomorrow, so it's inappropriate for you to call me that again."

"Who are you bringing home for dinner?" Mrs. Qiao thought she had heard wrong, and stopped walking while holding Mrs. Qu's arm.

While looking at the clothes all the way, Mrs. Qu, who was suddenly stopped, turned her head to look at her. Seeing that she was still talking on the phone, she reached out to look at the clothes beside her.

"Xiao Yao." Qiao Yiyuan explained, "I'm going to get married this year, are you happy?"

Mrs. Qiao's expression seemed to be distracted and she let out an "Oh" and let out a long breath, "Has she returned to China?"

"I came back yesterday." Qiao Yiyuan said, "Mom, call me Ayuan, just like you call them big brother."

Mrs. Qiao frowned, "Who said that there is a small character in the nickname that belongs to Ma Baonan? My sons are all upright men, what Ma Baonan, I still hate you if you want to be me!" Suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in the chest, He said impatiently, "Let's do this first, I'm shopping with your aunt."

"Then you and Auntie go shopping slowly, buy whatever you fancy, and I will sign the bill."

Mrs. Qiao agreed with "Yeah", "Like a son. Go and do your work and give me a call when you come back."

"understood."

Seeing that Mrs. Qiao hung up the phone, Mrs. Qu put the clothes in her hand away, and turned to look at her, "Ah Yuan is getting married?"

"Sister, your ears are really sharp." Mrs. Qiao lowered her head and put her phone away. Her well-maintained hands did not show many signs of age, and the red Danko painted on her nails was very beautiful.

Mrs. Qu smiled and compared the distance between the ears of the two, "It's so close without being deaf."

"Yes, yes, Xiaoyuan is finally getting married, and she is still the same person." Mrs. Qiao sighed, picked up a dress and looked at it casually.

(End of this chapter)