Chapter 300

Third sister-in-law.

It's impossible for Yi Qiao to pretend to be deaf and dumb, but it's a bit difficult for her to face Mo Beiting now.

Divorce was proposed by her. It's not entirely impulsive. Now I'm going to take an elevator with him. Both of us are embarrassed!

Fortunately, the staff elevator arrived.

"You go up first. Here's the elevator."

"Can you sit down?" Qiao Jinhuai pokes out her head and glances at the employees outside who haven't had time to get on the elevator.

Someone immediately said, "Mrs. Mo, you'd better take a seat over there. It's estimated that so many of us will be overloaded. It's too late for you. You'll be late for the next trip."

They don't dare to blow Joe's face.

Yi Qiao

There are a lot of people, most of them are crowded, but not overloaded!

Yi Qiao turned to enter the side of the high-rise exclusive elevator.

Mo Beiting twisted his eyebrows and said lightly and carelessly: "click the first floor. I have something to ask the front desk."

Qiao Jinhuai glanced at him faintly. Mo Beiting's face was calm. He didn't have the slightest intention. It seemed that he was really looking for the front desk.

But what's the important thing that a chairman of the board of directors can find a younger sister at the front desk, and he has to go there in person?

He didn't say anything. He leaned over and pressed the button on the first floor.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Mo Beiting went out and the door closed slowly.

Shen Yiqiao was standing in the front, facing the gap between the two doors of the elevator, but because he gave Mo Beiting a place, he stepped back and stood in a straight line with Qiao Jinhuai.

Qiao Jinhuai looked at her, curly long hair behind her head, white shirt, black suit coat, nine point suit pants, and a pair of naked high heels.

The man took back his sight, and his voice was extremely low and hoarse. "Are you in conflict with the third brother?"

Yi Qiao is not used to talking about private affairs in front of others. She lowers her head, bites her lower lip, and raises it again, "No."

Qiao Jinhuai didn't know how to answer the conversation. He didn't belong to Yan Jinzhi. As long as he wanted to talk with anyone, he felt that he hated to meet too late. After a while, he rolled his throat and gave a low "en".

When the elevator arrived at the design department, Yiqiao said "thank you" and got out of the elevator.

After being promoted to a designer, there will be an independent office. Wang Yue's position is just outside her office. When Yi Qiao passes by, Wang Yue stands up and asks her for morning.

"Mr. Shen, I'll make you a cup of coffee."

Shen Yiqiao and Wang Yue are in the same year. Wang Yue is two months older in the month. It's not suitable to call her sister, so she is honored as teacher Yiqiao.

"Well, thank you."

Yi Qiao went into the office and read the manuscript published yesterday for a while before turning on the computer.

Wang Yue came in with a coffee. "Today, Tianzheng people called to say that they would agree to live in a small courtyard, saying that it was the special welfare that Mr. Leng had worked hard to give during this period."

"Well, what time did you say it started?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Well," Yi Qiao pressed the eyebrow, it seems to work overtime tonight.

"That's OK. I'll go out first."

"Good."

After Wang Yue went out, Yi Qiao called her mother with her mobile phone. After the phone was connected, she quickly answered, "Yi Qiao?"

"Are you better, Ma?" Yi Qiao's voice is very stiff. Over the years, because of Lu Yan, her relationship with her family has been in a mess. Even if she calls occasionally, there are few words.

"What's the matter? Why did you call all of a sudden? "

Yi Qiao

She suddenly didn't know how to interface.

What's the matter

The other party is her mother. When she answers the phone, she asks her in such a strange tone: what's the matter?

Yi Qiao subconsciously wants to hang up, but she doesn't. She just pinches her cell phone, licks her lips and says, "Mom, can you lend me 500000 yuan?"

"Half a million? What's the matter? Is something wrong? What about Beiting? Won't Beiting give you money? "

For Mo Beiting, 500000 is just a small amount, which is not worth mentioning. Usually, when he has a meal or a drink, and is in a good mood, he gives a tip, and it's easy to get rid of it.

If he is good to Yiqiao, it is impossible for Yiqiao to talk to his mother's family even for 500000 yuan.

"No, I just like a single apartment. I don't have so much money. I'll give it back to you in two years."

"What nonsense? I'll send the account number to my mother, and I'll ask the Secretary to transfer it to you later." Chen Qing talked to Yiqiao while reading the documents, but her thinking was a little bit out of step. "Yiqiao, have you had a hard time in America these years?"