Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife

"I know, Bao doesn't run around and hide, he's obedient, he loves to be clean, and he's a self-reliant little man. Dad is so annoying~"

Mr. Jiang: “…”

The father and son hung up the phone, and Jiang Chenyu assigned his nephew some tasks for his son last year in the afternoon, which were in line with his age group.

Su Linyan saw that his son was no longer chasing her so much, so he left quietly after lunch.

After the plane landed, Jiang Momo contacted her husband first. She didn't dare to talk to her son that day.

After arriving at the hotel and checking in, she held a meeting to determine the direction and arrange the tasks.

In the afternoon, I set off to meet the appointed parties.

I went to observe someone else's factory, and Jiang Momo invited guests to dinner in the evening.

The planning at the wine table is completely incompatible with the beautiful and narcissistic Miss Jiang at home.

In fact, she is not the eldest lady that everyone remembers as someone who likes to step on the spots at work and go to the CEO's side to bluff her when there is nothing wrong. She is also a young mistress.

Before eating, Jiang Momo already had something in her mind that she wanted to inquire about. At the dinner table, she was able to find a way to find out the curiosity in her stomach, so that even the slightly drunk person on the other side pointed at Jiang Momo, " Director Jiang, you have a promising future. You know exactly what you want."

Jiang Momo felt ashamed and said: "Director Guo, please don't say that. If I knew what I wanted, I wouldn't come all the way to learn from your company. But Director Guo's encouragement, Momo took note of it. Yes, and I would like to thank Director Guo for giving me the recognition."

Jiang Momo brought someone who was here specifically to drink with her, and she also brought someone who was proficient in the art of tea.

I heard that the businessmen here have all kinds of preferences. It just depends on what the other party says and what "flavor" Jiang Momo gives.

Jiang Momo humbly learned other people's models and operations, and Jiang Momo naturally returned the favor.

"Don't you also have a company that makes fabrics in City Z? Wang's Fabrics, I heard it is also a branch of your Yanmo Group. It is also looking for us and wants to cooperate together." The words of another person at the wine table made Jiang Momo pause. Fabric art? Then, she thought of someone.

Jiang Momo smiled lightly and said, "Boss Fan, in all the years since my mother asked me to work in the company, I have never heard that there is a Wang's Fabric under my family. Besides, all the Wang's fabric artists have the surname Wang."

The man opposite also understood everything, "It seems that Fan made a mistake. He made a mistake."

Jiang Momo is the only public heir of the Yanmo Group. Things that she doesn't even know about indicate that there is something fishy about this Wang family cloth art! We have to ask someone from Wang's Fabrics to come over and explain it clearly in person.

It's already nine o'clock when the drinking party ends here.

It was ten o'clock when she returned to the hotel. She took off her jewelry and told the accompanying assistant, "Notice that we will meet at the restaurant at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning and come to my place for a meeting at 9 o'clock in the morning."

The assistant nodded. She would definitely have all the people accompanying her appear in front of the factory director before nine o'clock.

Jiang Momo lived in the presidential suite. Mrs. Su watched her daughter send invoice orders in the group, and complained to her husband on her mobile phone at night, "Husband, look at your daughter, she doesn't touch anything cheap when she goes out. She lives alone. Even if you say she is not afraid of such a big presidential suite." She even acted like a baby in the invoice distribution group. To put it bluntly, she just wanted her mother to reimburse her!

Minister Su was mentally prepared for his daughter to spend money. He counted, "One, ten, one hundred..."

"Stop counting, it's eighty-six thousand a night." Mrs. Su put away her phone. "She used to go out to play, and she wouldn't even look at the cheap ones."

Minister Su: "Forget it, you have to spend the money you earn. Let my daughter live here if she wants."

Mrs. Su was lying on the bed, always thinking about how she raised her daughter like this.

It was already half past eleven after Jiang Momo finished removing her makeup and took a shower to video chat with her husband. "Brother Su, where is the baby dragon?"

Su Linyan pointed the phone at her son's sleeping face, "I waited until eleven o'clock to watch your video. He just fell asleep not long ago."

"Did you cry again today after I left?"

"No. Tiger asked Long Bao to earn money for him and complete the tasks assigned by his second brother every day. Today Long Bao wrote a page of 'Dragon', and his second brother gave him a hundred yuan. He happily fought with Tiger Phone sharing.”

After a while, Su Linyan sent a photo of his son writing to Jiang Momo, "This is what my son wrote today."

Jiang Momo looked at the pencil writing on the notebook, and then at her sleeping son in the video, "What should I do? I miss him more than he misses me."

At twelve o'clock, Su Linyan urged his wife to go to bed. "What time will I wake you up tomorrow morning?"

"Brother Su, I have to show up at the restaurant at 7 o'clock and have a meeting at 9 o'clock."

"okay, I get it."

The next morning, Su Linyan started calling his wife at six o'clock, and Jiang Momo got through.

She closed her eyes and listened to her husband chatting with her as much as possible, coaxing her to talk. Finally, at half past six, he coaxed her to wake up.

"Brother Su, is Long Bao still sleeping?"

"I can wake him up."

"Stop shouting, let him sleep a little longer, I'm getting up." Jiang Momo had a large suite to herself.

Su Linyan had already called her son, "Long Bao, do you want to chat with Xiao Mo?"

Xiao Longbao turned over. He slept with his father last night. He rubbed his eyes with his little hands, "Mom?"

"Baby Dragon, are you awake?"

Jiang Momo was washing up and playing video with her son. Xiao Longbao's eyes were sleepy and he was yawning.

Mother and son had a video chat for twenty minutes in the morning, and Jiang Momo was full of energy for the day.

Appearing in the restaurant, a group of people met. During breakfast, Jiang Momo explained some things and asked these people to prepare all the documents and go to her presidential suite for a meeting at nine o'clock.

Because it is a presidential suite, the room has a study room, a conference room, and even the living room is spacious.

Mrs. Su wanted to observe their meeting.

Arriving at nine o'clock on time, Mrs. Su entered her daughter's invitation link. She did not speak and listened to her daughter's work arrangements throughout the process.

A one-hour quick meeting arranged everyone's work content and made a systematic summary of yesterday's learning.

Mrs. Su also listened to the whole process. She did not speak and let her daughter control the whole process.

After the meeting, Jiang Momo asked everyone to disperse. She took her phone and returned to the master bedroom, "Hey, Mom, are you still listening?"

Mrs. Su turned off the mute on her computer and said, "Listening."

"Mom, let me tell you something, do you know Wang's Cloth Art?"

"Wang Hao Industry?" Mrs. Su asked.

Mrs. Su has a sister. When she started her business, her nephew had been working at the headquarters of Yanmo Group. Later, his hands and feet were dirty. Mrs. Su sent him out. Unexpectedly, seeing an honest person, everything he did in private was different from that of Yanmo. The group sings the right song.

Jiang Momo said: "He secretly used the name of Yanmo Group and said that it is our branch and wants to cooperate with the manufacturers here to engage in import and export."

Mrs. Su relies on the method of always thinking about Wang Hao, how can she get along with...

"It's the same idea you had back then, Mom, Wang Hao plagiarized your idea. Did you tell him about it before?"