Starting from you are my glory

"Come on, come on."

Reluctantly watching Qiao Yingzi walk upstairs, after confirming that he was home, Qiao Weidong took a deep breath, a feeling of sadness about parting lingering in his heart. Although he promised well tonight, he really wanted to find him directly tomorrow. When Song Qian negotiates, she doesn't even have to think about it, she's just a complete loser.

You need to find someone to discuss it!

By the way, the Yuanyuan family is here too!

Fangyuan was heating milk in the kitchen when she heard her cell phone ringing. She didn't have time to put down her things and said to Tong Wenjie who was watching TV in the living room.

"Honey, help me answer the phone."

Tong Wenjie, who was about to get through, glanced at the caller ID, curled her lips in dissatisfaction, then took the phone to the kitchen and handed it to Fangyuan.

"Who?"

Sensing the dissatisfaction on his wife's face, Fang Yuan just finished heating the milk and poured it into three glasses, "You don't look very good."

"It's annoying to watch!"

Tong Wenjie put three glasses of milk on a tray and picked it up, "You are not allowed to go out at night!"

"What am I going out for?"

Fangyuan agreed with a smile, and then saw the caller ID on the phone.

‘Old Joe. ’

"Okay, let's make a call at this hour. It seems that we need to find a reason not to go out."

Fangyuan's mind was spinning quickly, and he connected the phone without affecting the movements of his hands.

"Hey, Mr. Qiao!"

"Why are you so slow to answer the phone?"

Qiao Weidong complained unhappily, "Okay, no more rambling, I'm downstairs in your house, please open the door on the first floor for me, otherwise I won't be able to get in!"

"You came downstairs to my house?!" Fangyuan was still thinking about what was going on, but Qiao Weidong came directly to the door, "What are you doing here! It's so late at night."

"It's okay, I'll come and play with you!"

"Stop talking nonsense and open the door quickly. I, a billionaire, will be your doorman downstairs?"

"Hey, if you, Mr. Qiao, really have this idea, I won't reject it, but there is no salary."

Come on, you can't escape by hiding, just use it as you see it.

"It's so slow to open the door!"

Qiao Weidong, who was talking loudly as soon as he entered the door, was pushed down by Fangyuan.

"Keep your voice down, the children are still studying."

"Who is here?" Qiao Weidong looked at the extra pair of sneakers, "Classmate Fanfan?"

"Tsk, you, Mr. Qiao, are so noble and forgetful, Yang Yang! Lao Ji's son."

"Oh, yes, look at me, I forgot." Qiao Weidong simply took him over and grabbed Fangyuan and walked directly to the living room, "I have something to do, please help me with my advice!"

"Old Qiao is here."

Tong Wenjie, who had already returned to the room, thought about it and walked out.

"Wenjie is at home."

"I have something to ask Fangyuan." Qiao Weidong had just explained a few words, and suddenly said to Tong Wenjie: "Wenjie, can you help me too?"

"Help?" Tong Wenjie looked at Fangyuan who was also confused, "How can I help?"

"It's about Yingzi." Qiao Weidong didn't regard himself as an outsider and sat down on the sofa. "What about that? I just sent Yingzi home."

"Song Qian agreed this morning." Seeing Tong Wenjie about to speak, Qiao Weidong hurriedly explained: "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare!"

"How was your conversation with your daughter?" Fangyuan found some snacks and put them on the coffee table, "How is Yingzi's mood?"

"Yingzi is in a good mood."

"But you've posed a problem for me." Qiao Weidong stopped mid-sentence, waiting for Fangyuan or Tong Wenjie to answer so that he could continue.

Tong Wenjie was impatient. When she was about to speak, she was stopped by her husband, and she immediately reacted. Then, among the three people in the living room, no one spoke and became quiet.

"You don't want to ask me any questions?"

Qiao Weidong didn't follow the script at first glance. This is not okay. He came here to find a consultant, not three silent people!

"Old Qiao." Fangyuan peeled a piece of fruit and handed it to Tong Wenjie, "Whatever you have to say, we will listen. If you don't want to say it, we won't force you!"

"Oh, say it! I'll say it!"

The plan was discovered, and Qiao Weidong relied on his own face to force himself to the next level.

"Yingzi said that Song Qian is putting too much pressure on her now and asked me to have a good talk with her mother to return to the previous state."

"How long ago was it?" Fangyuan glanced at Tong Wenjie, receiving the signal from his wife's eyes, and understood that he was the main negotiator in this conversation tonight.

"Did you promise your daughter?"

"Then what if you don't agree? You said it in front of me. You don't know how pitiful Yingzi said it at that time, and how uncomfortable it made me feel!"

Qiao Weidong was about to start, but Fangyuan decisively shouted stop.

"Okay, okay! That was your own fault, oh, now you know how to come to me to complain? When you were enjoying yourself outside, why didn't you think about your daughter?"

"No, which side are you from, Fangyuan?!"

He was scolded last time when he was drinking, but after all, only three old men heard it. Now he was scolded again in front of Tong Wenjie, which made Qiao Weidong feel embarrassed.

"To be honest, it doesn't matter which side I am from."

"And it's precisely because I'm on your side that I have to tell the truth, otherwise I wouldn't bother to care about you!"

"All right, all right, it's all my fault!"

Qiao Weidong is currently focused on tomorrow's negotiation with Song Qian, and is in no mood to argue with Fangyuan.

"But the child is innocent. If Song Qian continues to control her like this, something will definitely happen!"

"Not to mention anything else, just about her grades. Isn't it because Yingzi is being managed like this because she failed in the last monthly exam? But it's been more than a week. If this kind of management method is effective, Song Qian will be the same today. You won’t agree to me picking up Yingzi!”

"The facts are right in front of you, why are you still so stubborn?!"

When Qiao Weidong talked about the exciting part, he used his hands and feet together. Looking at his posture, he felt helpless and powerless.

"Hey, you did a pretty good job at my house."

Fangyuan smiled and looked at Tong Wenjie, "If you do this, Lao Qiao, when you see Song Qian tomorrow, just tell her what you just said."

"I don't dare." Qiao Weidong refused very simply, without hesitation at all. "If I speak like this in front of Song Qian, I will either be scolded or scolded away in the next second."

"So what's the use of being so incompetent and angry?"

"You have to make it clear that you are going to talk to Song Qian tomorrow about your daughter Qiao Yingzi's education and daily life. You have to get the context right to be effective, otherwise it will be counterproductive!"

"Didn't I come to find you?"

"Tomorrow, my daughter and I's happy life will be in your hands!"

"Don't! The burden is too heavy for me to handle."

Fangyuan refused without thinking: "You'd better act on the spot and tell the truth."

"Song Qian is not an unreasonable person."

"As long as you have the patience to sit down and talk, you will definitely be able to reach a result acceptable to both parties."

"Although I am your friend, Wenjie is Song Qian's best friend."

"Our kids are all friends too."

"But after all, there is still a layer of separation here. We cannot directly intervene between you and your ex-wife. Otherwise, it will be counterproductive and may even make the whole thing unpredictable."

"Think about it for yourself."

"We mustn't do what we did back then, or we'd really be unable to talk about it!"