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Chapter 555: The grandmother of the fallen prodigy (11)

After hearing Qiao Mu's words, Zhang Qiong did not show any embarrassment, but instead smiled directly:

“That was a coincidence.

I really have several decoration teams in my hands.

What we did in this transaction really made me wonder what to say. I had asked all the money from the bank in vain. If I had known this, we would just exchange it directly. Why make an appointment with the bank in advance to withdraw money? It would cost a lot of money in vain.

However, I wonder what requirements do you have for the decoration of the house or the geographical location and specific floor of the house. We have to make this statement in advance and we cannot change it if we look back.

Otherwise, the price of a decorated house will not only increase, but it will not be easy to sell if it is sold in a resale manner.

Maybe it's going to be smashed into your hand.

I definitely can't accept this.

Let's talk ugly things ahead.

To avoid turning back conflicts and corruption of the relationship.”

This matter is really just a small matter for Zhang Qiong. After all, he doesn't have to do things like decoration by himself, and the money is in place, so he ordered his decoration team to do it for two months.

But some things still have to be explained clearly.

For example, the location and decoration style of the house.

These must be finalized. If possible, of course he still hopes that Qiaomu will take a look. If not, it will be better to give a drawing.

Only both sides think it's pretty good.

Only by avoiding breaking the contract.

“Of course I know this.

The location is actually pretty good, as long as it is not backlit, it is best to choose a house with a balcony facing the sun.

It's OK on the third and fourth floors.

There is really no, the second and fifth floors are fine.

As for the room decoration style.

Take it in a simple style. Don’t do those fancy ones. The black and white log style is pretty good. The only requirement is to build a study room specifically, and there must be enough bookcases in the room.

Forget it, you will not go back in two days.

I will draw a design drawing overnight tonight, and let’s follow the drawings to construct.

Do you think it's okay?"

Qiao Mu replied almost without thinking, because not only she adapted to the simple style herself, but most importantly, her grandson Ning Yun was also more adapted to this style, not to fancy or particularly luxurious styles.

And the simple style is pretty good.

At least it looks refreshing and neat.

"The relationship is good. I didn't expect that you have a lot of skills and can even design interiors. When I was young, I thought I was a cultural person. No wonder my family could raise a child who was admitted to Nanling University. Unlike me, the whole family is a rough man.

The child at home is probably born to follow me.

If you are stupid, you don’t have much talent for learning.

I can only buy some ancient books and go back to be arty.

Put it in the office and pretend to be a cultural person.

A precious thing about Song Dynasty books.

I still heard what others said.

Don’t think I’m willing to spend a lot of money to buy these three Song versions of books, but I can’t actually understand them.

Just take it back and pretend.

Sometimes, when things are not easy to handle, I can also take them out to give gifts. Oh, if I say too much, I am not educated myself, so I admire you who are highly educated and feel very good.

Then let's do it. I will definitely ask someone to follow the drawings to construct the construction. As for the specific price of the decoration, if it is installed in a simple style, it will not be used for 100,000 yuan, unless it is used for those particularly good wood, but I think it is not necessary.

Just normal hardwood.

How much money will be left then? When you go to me to accept the house, I will return it to you together."

After a few words of emotion, Zhang Qiong quickly reached an agreement with Qiao Mu. Because there was a lot of funds involved, the two of them also handwritten a house purchase and decoration contract and signed the letters.

Afterwards, Zhang Qiong sketched the interior composition of the 120 square meters for Qiao Mu on the spot, and agreed to continue meeting here the next day to deliver the decoration drawings, and then they separated.

In the factory building of the garment factory in the city.

After hearing the news from several friends, Wang Juan worked hard all afternoon in a little unconscious way. She almost got the sewing machine several times. After get off work, she didn't chat with some friends like she used to. Instead, after packing up her things, she immediately hurried home, not daring to delay at all.

When I returned home, the moment I saw Qiaomu, a trace of discomfort flashed in my eyes, but I didn't say anything. I just lowered my head and hurriedly finished my supper, and then pulled Ning Jin out toughly.

He pulled him to a remote corner not far from the community downstairs, and looked around and found that there was no one, so he asked:

"Do you know what your mom is doing recently?"

"I'm so nervous all day long. My mother either cooks at home or goes out to chat with the old ladies, otherwise what else can she do?

Do you still expect her to go to work?

If you have anything to do, you will say it, and you will be secretly and like a thief. Can't your family ask?”

Ning Jin rolled his eyes and said helplessly.

"You're so stupid. If you can say at home, it's interesting to pull you out and feed mosquitoes. Let me tell you that two colleagues in my factory saw your mother drinking tea with others in the teahouse."

Wang Juan continued to be nervous.

Takeaway said with some anxiety and dissatisfaction.

"Just drink tea. My mother can't afford a cup of tea. I'm so tired all day that I'm so tired that I'm so idle that you're so idle. It's good to help me press my waist. Why do you keep staring at my mother for no reason? My mother still has a little coffin book in her hand, but I can't come too much?

I tell you that it will be useless if you keep an eye on it.

She probably doesn’t have much money, it would be great if she could get about a hundred yuan. If you want to deduct my mother’s coffin book, will she fight you to the death or not?”

Otherwise, the man was so arrogant, Ning Jinguo didn't think about it any other direction. He just thought it was his wife who saw his mother drinking tea outside, and thought that his mother still had a lot of money, so he wanted to ask for money from his mother.

I immediately became a little impatient.

"Why are you not enlightened at all? I, Wang Juan, are you greedy for the little money in your mother's hands?"

Wang Juan was immediately dissatisfied.

Although I don’t cook much, I am far from being an unreasonable evil wife.

It's not as good as a wife.

But it's much better than a bad wife.

"Yes, what about?"

Ning Jin State continued to roll his eyes.

He still doesn't know that his wife is, she is an old couple who have been with her for more than ten years. She always wonders if her mother secretly intercepts some of her food and cooks. Now she wants to dig out the little money she has in her mother's hands, isn't it normal?

Wang Juan was also anxious and immediately twisted Ning Jin's waist with a fierce voice, and said angrily:

"Shut up and listen to me.

Do you know who your mother is drinking tea with in the teahouse? It would be fine if she would drink with the aunts and aunts, but my colleagues in the factory said that your mother is drinking tea with a middle-aged man who looks very rich.
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