Mr. Xiao’s Unconditional Love

Ha ha……

His wife Lu is really a piece of business stuff! Really plan carefully! Time has been pinched!

The army officer had a black face, "Mrs. Lu, I'm sorry, I'm all right from the middle to the end of this month!"

! ! !

Ye Qiao stomped his high-heeled shoes severely!

"Can't you ask for a leave? You deliberately lied to me? Lu Beixiao! I didn't mess around with you, I just want to have a son!" Ye Qiao gritted his teeth and said, really wanting to confess Lu Xiaogun's affairs to him!

Why is she so persistent? ! Like crazy!

Lu Beixiao pulled at the collar of the combat uniform, "I didn't lie to you, there is a recruit contest, invite me to be a judge!"

"Okay, you can't come back, right? I will go to the army to find you at that time!" Ye Qiao clenched his fist and said very persistently.

"..." Lu Beixiao.

She unexpectedly came to the army to find him to collect public food!

This daughter-in-law, it is so special that he loves and hates it!

"Daughter-in-law, what's the urgency? Also, is this what you want to come here? If you say you want to have a son, you must be a son? What about a girl?" He said softly, for fear of adding fuel to the fire.

"It's the son!" Ye Qiao stubbornly cut the railway.

"Well, it's a son and a son. Be good, don't be angry, adjust your mood, and you will have a good pregnancy!" He hurriedly coaxed her.

Ye Qiao also took a deep breath, calmed down, "You are busy, I will find you in the middle of the month!"

"..." Lu Beixiao. What kind of experience is it like being forced by a wife to pay public levies? !

Ye Qiao simply hung up the phone without saying a word of nonsense to him! Instructor Lu felt that his self-esteem was gorgeously hurt!

In the huge office, the employee who had craned their necks and eavesdropped on Queen Joe's call, saw her walk in, and quickly pretended to be buried in work.

"Xiao Mei! When Mr. Qiao comes back, let her come to my office!" Ye Qiao raised her voice and went to the East Room.

"You said, what do you mean by paying public food? Queen Qiao's family doesn't farm any land!" Xiao Mei asked stupidly.

Everyone burst into laughter.

It's so obvious, this silly girl hasn't understood it yet!

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After Qiao Tian came back from outside, he heard that Ye Qiao was looking for him and went immediately.

After taking painkillers, his stomach no longer hurts so much, Joe Tim, in a suit and leather shoes, sat down across from her desk with a briefcase.

"Qiao Tian, ​​what did the bank say?" Ye Qiao asked seriously and calmly.

Tianyi is now a well-known Internet company in the industry. Their hotel management software has almost occupied all major, medium and small hotels and guesthouses in the first, second and third tier cities. The company's other business development is also very good.

At present, it is attracting investment to expand the scale. Not long ago, Qiao Tian proposed the idea of ​​starting a portal website. This idea really surprised Ye Qiao. She was born again, but Qiao Tian was not. There were four famous portals in the previous life. In this life, They may be the fifth!

Qiao Tian was a buried internet boss in his life!

She fully supports him!

To start a portal website, you have to buy servers. So far, there is no server hosting company in China. They plan to borrow money to buy a batch of the best servers, and they can rent them to others in the future. They also need a computer room and hire professionals.

A large amount of capital is needed. The state encourages the development of Internet companies. Bank loan interest rates are very low, and loans are not in vain.

"Their credit officer packs the ticket and says it's okay, and the interest rate point is the lowest for us!" Qiao Tian raised his lips, smiled, and handed her the contract drawn up by the bank.

Sitting in the boss's chair, Ye Qiao snapped his fingers, "When signing a contract with a bank, it is best to hire some reporters to make publicity!"

She said lightly, frowning when she saw the credit director's name: "This director, whose surname is Shu?"

(Paying public rations, I remember that when I was a child, when I was growing at home, I had to hand over some of the food collected to the national grain depot every year. In fact, it was a tax.