"Okay, that project will be given to Qiao." Song Shaoyan knew that Qiaosnian would never give back what he wanted.

"Yes, Mr. Song." Zhang De hung up the phone.

Song Shaoyan was depressed, Qiao couldn't do the Blue City project at all, and it would have cost a lot of money to get it from Song.

Song Shaoyan was even more confused, when did he offend Josnian?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he called Josnian directly.

"Old Qiao, how are you doing lately? Are you able to eat and sleep well? How is the weather in Beijing?"

Josnian: "Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"It's nothing. It's just that the Blue City project is not suitable for Qiao to do. It would be good for Song to do it. Everyone will be happy. Old Qiao, are you right?"

"No matter what is suitable or not, I can take it if I am willing to take it."

"Qiao's is afraid that he will lose money."

"Qiao is not short of this money."

Song Shaoyan: "..."

"I'm busy with work, so I'll hang up now."

Song Shaoyan:???

Isn't it?

Song Shaoyan thought about it again, when did he offend Josnian? Could it be...thousands of dollars worth of exercise books?

Impossible. It was a good thing for him to send exercise books to classmate Qiao Chengfan. It could not only improve classmate Qiao Chengfan's academic performance, but also save money for Lao Qiao. It killed two birds with one stone.

Song Shaoyan simply opened WeChat and found Qiao Chengfan.

Song Shaoyan: Are you there?

Qiao Chengfan:Huh?

Song Shaoyan: Did you receive the gift your uncle sent you last time?

Qiao Chengfan: Uncle Song, I don’t like the gift you gave me.

Song Shaoyan: This is for your own good. You must feel your uncle’s good intentions.

Qiao Chengfan: I don’t do those exercises in the booklet because the questions are too simple.

Song Shaoyan:???

Qiao Chengfan: By the way, I forgot to tell you, I need to find a reliable seller next time. You sent the exercise book to my dad’s office, and the seller wrote a note in it: I give you lots of love, remember to come often!

?(^_-)

Song Shaoyan:???

Qiao Chengfan: The handwriting looked like it was written by a woman.

Song Shaoyan:......

He was suffocated.

Qiao Chengfan: My mother saw it, Keke.

Song Shaoyan:...Can’t your dad explain it? This is too easy to explain!

Qiao Chengfan: No need to explain, my parents have a very good relationship.

Song Shaoyan: Then it’s over.

Qiao Chengfan: Yeah, it’s nothing.

Song Shaoyan:......

He believes he is a ghost.

It's nothing. It's nothing. So why do you want to rob Song's project? Even if you lose money, do you want to rob it?

Josnian is very narrow-minded.

"Dad, let's go swimming!" Little Candy called to him.

Song Shaoyan finally came back to his senses and looked at his daughter's fair and tender face. His daughter was so simple and innocent. She couldn't play with Qiao Chengfan after she returned to the capital.

That kid is up to no good.

Song Shaoyan sent Josnian an "angry" expression, put down his phone, and went swimming with Candy.

He was so angry.

Little Candy had just learned how to swim and was so excited that she insisted on dragging Song Shaoyan along.

Ning An was lying on the beach chair watching them, leisurely taking photos and looking at her phone.

Song Shaoyan was very patient and taught Little Candy the correct posture over and over again. Little Candy was very smart and could learn it quickly.

The sun sets little by little below the horizon.

When it was getting dark, Ning An took Little Candy to take a bath, and Song Shaoyan also took a bath.

In the evening, Ning An changed into a long white dress, with fluttering skirts, like a fairy descending to earth, with a pink bow ribbon tied around her wrist.
Chapter completed!