Chapter 502: Lifetime customization

Chapter 502 Lifetime Customization
Li Qiao leaned against the armrest lazily, and after a glance, she looked at Shang Yu on the other side of the sofa.
The man's long legs wrapped in his suit trousers were elegantly folded, he leaned over and took the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it.
White smoke is floating around, and the warm light seems to blur the smoke into warm yellow.
Outside the living room, someone seemed to be talking.
Li Qiao propped her forehead with one hand and lowered her eyelashes without a smile.
Soon, Liuyun 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 squinted his eyes, "Who sent it?"
Liu Yun Yuguang glanced at Li Qiao 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 weird.
Nanyang Mansion has never accepted any express delivery documents. If it is a business cooperation, it should be sent to the company headquarters.
"Done." The man lit a little soot, his deep eyes intertwined with coldness.
Liu Yun tore open the courier, the document inside was a contract on hot stamping paper.
"TA Menswear Lifetime Customization Agreement..."
Liuyun subconsciously read the title, and then he was stunned.
Shang Yu also raised his eyes instantly, stretched out his hand to take the document, breathing slightly, "Go out."
Liu Yun turned around and left the living room silently. The contents of the documents that he had just glanced over were still floating in his mind. If he remembered correctly, the boss's shirts were all top-quality customized TA models.
And that custom agreement...
The applicant is Miss Li and the beneficiary is the boss.
Haha, other people's love is full of sour smell, your love is full of copper smell.
Is rich?
At this time, Shang Yu took the document and looked at it, then looked at Li Qiao.
She said before that surprises are not called surprises.
But on the way back from the city, the journey was calm, and he thought the surprise she had given was over.
Until this document appeared in front of his eyes, turbulent ripples appeared in his calm heart again.
Li Qiao leaned on the sofa, shook his legs, glanced at him, and said faintly, "Sign?"
The man put down the document, pursed his thin lips, pinched the cigarette smoothly, and greeted in a dumb voice, "Come here."
Li Qiao unhurriedly moved to him, before he could sit still, he was caught in his arms, her strength was a little out of control, "Are you going to buy all my shirts in the future?"
It goes without saying what lifelong customization represents.
Li Qiao sat in his arms and nodded casually, "Well, I have this plan."
After that, she turned to the agreement on the table again, "Customized by season, paid annually, do you sign it?"
"How many years have you paid?" The man's deep voice was extremely hoarse, and even though he had extraordinary endurance, he was somewhat unable to restrain the onslaught of emotion.
Li Qiao leaned forward to pick up the agreement, opened two pages, and pointed casually, "Fifty years."
She paid a one-time custom fee for fifty years.
What the whole city confessed, what kind of private theater, no one can compare her Qixi gift.
Shang Yu casually glanced at the payment period stated in the agreement, then embraced her in his arms, and his handsome face was buried in her neck.
He breathed very hard, and he sprayed out a hot breath.
Not emotional, but emotional.
His thin lips pressed against Li Qiao's skin, pecking at them.
This didn't seem to be enough, he increased his strength, and sucked kisses with her skin.
Thin lips came to her lips slowly 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 way could iron out his emotions.
It was late, and Shang Yu held Li Qiao back to his room to rest.
It was supposed to be late at night, but he endured the desire and patiently coaxed her to sleep.
At the moment before Li Qiao fell into deep sleep, she seemed to hear a sentence: LoveYou, MyGirl.
He still said the paragraph in the fireworks.
...
Two days later, Friday.
Li Qiao has been busy with experimental work in the research institute. Near noon, the research institute received a survey report from the Medical Alliance on 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.
Junior researcher Lian Zhen and Academician Jiang Hande, recommended by the honorary committee Li Qiao and passed the internal review, will formally become members of the Medical Alliance with immediate effect.
The recruiting list was also posted on the website of the Headquarters of the Medical Alliance. The international medical community knew the names of Academician Lian Zhen and Jiang Hande on this day.
This also means that the value of the two of them will increase accordingly.
The research institute did not dare to neglect, and issued an announcement on the same day, directly promoting Lianzhen and Li Qiao to intermediate researchers, and Academician Jiang Hande also simultaneously increased a welfare allowance.
Regardless of their contribution to the scientific research institute, the investigation by the Medical Alliance alone is enough to make the scientific research institute famous.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, Li Qiao returned to the research room with the certificate of the intermediate researcher and Lian Zhen.
She threw the certificate in her drawer and after finishing the research table, she asked for leave and left the research institute in advance.
This evening, the Li family is going to the Imperial Capital.
Li Qiao called Shang Yu on the way home.
In the past two days, after Valentine's Day, they started busy.
He seems to be still dealing with Parma's problem, and she has delayed a lot of research work because of her elder brother's wedding, and she has been rushing forward these days.
In the earpiece, the man's always calm and low-melt voice, "I will be back after the wedding on Sunday?"
Li Qiao thought, 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 was no objection to it, only two people came to the Nanyang wedding.
And this maiden banquet, I don’t know if it can be held smoothly.
The wedding is complete, 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 have something to ask Zong Zhan."
"Oh, I see."
...
At five o'clock, the Li family and his group embarked on a private jet to the Imperial Capital.
From Nanyang to Teikyo, 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 bustling and bustling capital of the capital.
The Imperial Capital in August was still hot, but there was more refreshing night breeze at night.
Going down the gangway, two red flag cars were parked near the apron.
Li Jun and Zong Yue were standing by the car, and when they saw their figures, they paced up.
As the eldest daughter-in-law, Zong Yue said with a smile: "Parents, you have worked hard. Get in the car. I have booked a restaurant. Let's go eat first."
(End of this chapter)