Chapter 502 Lifetime Customization
Chapter 502 Lifetime Customization
Li Qiao leaned lazily on the armrest, and glanced at Shang Yu on the other side of the sofa.
The man's long legs wrapped under suit trousers overlapped gracefully. He leaned over to take the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it.
Curly white smoke floats around, and the warm light seems to be able to blur the smoke into a warm yellow.
Outside the living room, someone seemed to be talking.
Li Qiao propped her forehead with one hand, lowering her eyelashes with a smile on her face.
Soon, Liu Yun walked in.
He held the courier in his hand, and when he handed it to Shang Yu, he said, "Boss, someone sent a courier document in the evening, saying that you must open it yourself."
The man narrowed his eyes, "Who sent it?"
Liu Yun glanced at Li Qiao from the corner of his eye, and answered truthfully, "I don't know, the other party sent the documents to the duty room of the mansion, claiming to be the business manager."
This is very weird.
Nanyang Mansion has never accepted any express documents. If it is a business cooperation, it should be sent to the company headquarters.
"It's demolished." The man lit a cigarette, coldness intertwined in his deep eyes.
Liu Yun tore open the courier in response, and the document inside was a gold-stamped contract.
"TA lifetime customization agreement for men's clothing..."
Liu Yun read the title subconsciously, and then froze.
Shang Yu also raised his eyes instantly, stretched out his hand to take the document, breathed heavily, "Go out."
Liu Yun turned around and left the living room silently, with the content of the document that he glanced at just now floating in his mind. If he remembered correctly, the boss's shirts were all top-end custom-made by TA's family.
And that custom agreement...
The applicant is Ms. Li, and the beneficiary is the boss.
Hehe, other people's love is full of sour smell, your love is full of copper smell.
How rich is it?
At this time, Shang Yu took the document and read it again and again, then looked at Li Qiao.
She said before that if you say a surprise, it's not a surprise.
But on the way back from the city, the whole journey was uneventful, and he thought that the surprise she gave had already ended.
Until this document appeared in front of his eyes, his calm heart once again had turbulent ripples.
Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, raised her legs and swayed, glanced at him, and said calmly, "Do you want to sign?"
The man put down the document, pursed his thin lips, took a cigarette, and greeted in a hoarse voice, "Come here."
Li Qiao moved in front of him unhurriedly, before she could sit still, she was caught in his arms, her strength was a little out of control, "plan to buy all my shirts from now on?"
It is self-evident what lifetime customization represents.
Sitting in his arms, Li Qiao nodded casually, "Well, I have this plan."
After finishing the words, she turned to the agreement on the table again, "Customized by the season, paid by the year, will you sign it?"
"How many years have you paid?" The man's deep voice was extremely hoarse. Even though he had extraordinary endurance, he still couldn't restrain the emotion that was on the verge of breaking out.
Li Qiao leaned over to pick up the agreement, flipped through two pages, and pointed casually, "Fifty years."
She paid fifty years of customization in one lump sum.
What a confession in the whole city, what a private theater, none of them can compare to her Qixi Festival gift.
Shang Yu casually glanced at the payment period on the agreement, then hugged her into his arms, and buried his handsome face in the crook of her neck.
He was breathing heavily, exhaling scalding breath all the time.
Not emotionally, but emotionally.
His thin lips pressed tightly against Li Qiao's skin, pecking at her.
As if this was not enough, he increased his strength, twisting and sucking her skin.
The thin lips slowly came to her lips along her jawline, and the man held her face to deepen the kiss.
His palms were hot and his breathing was heavy, as if only this could iron out his emotions.
It was late, and Shang Yu carried Li Qiao back to his room to rest.
It was supposed to be a deep night, but he still held back his desire and patiently coaxed her to sleep.
Just before Li Qiao fell into a deep sleep, she seemed to hear a sentence: Love You, My Girl.
He still said the text in the fireworks.
...
Two days later, Friday.
Li Qiao has been busy with the experimental work in the scientific research institute. Near noon, the scientific research institute received the research report of the medical alliance for this investigation.
In addition to the summary of the whole article and the testimony of some shortcomings, the last page also announced their recruitment of new members this time.
Lian Zhen, a junior researcher, and Academician Jiang Hande, recommended by honorary committee member Li Qiao and passed the internal review, officially became members of the Medical Alliance from now on.
The list of new recruits was also posted on the website of the headquarters of the Medical Union, and the international medical community knew the names of Lian Zhen and Academician Jiang Hande on this day.
This also means that the social status of the two of them has risen accordingly.
The scientific research institute didn't dare to neglect any more, and issued an announcement on the same day, directly promoting Lian Zhen and Li Qiao to be intermediate researchers, and academician Jiang Hande also increased a welfare allowance at the same time.
Regardless of their contributions to the scientific research institute, the medical alliance's inspection alone is enough to boost the reputation of the scientific research institute.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, Li Qiao returned to the laboratory with Lian Zhen and the intermediate researcher's certificate.
She casually threw the certificate into her drawer, and after tidying up the research table, she asked for leave and left the research institute early.
This evening, the Li family is going to the Imperial Capital.
On the way home, Li Qiao called Shang Yu.
In the past two days, after celebrating Valentine's Day, they started to get busy.
He seemed to be still dealing with the issue of Pama, and she had been delayed a lot of research work because of her elder brother's wedding, and she had been rushing to make progress these days.
In the receiver was the man's usual steady and mellow voice, "Come back after the wedding on Sunday?"
Li Qiao thought about it, and gave an ambiguous answer, "Maybe."
She is not sure now, after all, the Zong family's attitude towards this marriage is very subtle. Although there is no explicit objection, only two people from the entire Zong family came to Nanyang's big wedding.
And this time, I don't know if the family banquet will be held smoothly.
The wedding has been completed, but there is no guarantee that the Zong family will not embarrass the Li family.
Shang Yu was silent for a few seconds, and then reminded in a deep voice: "Remember what I said, if you need anything, go to Zong Zhan."
"Oh, I see."
...
At five o'clock, the Li family boarded a private plane to the Imperial Capital.
From Nanyang to Dijing, the flight time is two and a half hours.
When night fell, the Imperial City also appeared outside the porthole.
The criss-crossing roads and dimly lit night scenes all show the bustle and bustle of the capital.
The imperial capital in August is still hot, but there is more refreshing night breeze at night.
Walking down the gangway, there are two Hongqi cars parked near the apron.
Li Jun and Zong Yue stood beside the car, and when they saw their figures, they walked up and down.
Zong Yue, the eldest daughter-in-law, said with a smile: "Mom and Dad, you've worked hard, get in the car, I've booked a restaurant, let's go eat first."