A great director who grew up happily

Chapter 247 The Negotiation Fell Apart As Expected

At the dining table, Fang Yuan, Tong Wenjie and Song Qian stood in a row, staring at Qiao Weidong who was sitting at the other end of the table.

"Can we go to the living room and talk? You three are looking at me like I'm being interrogated. What am I supposed to say?"

"It's just right that you don't want to talk. Don't waste our time." After Song Qian said this in a bad mood, she stood up and ordered them to leave.

After seeing this, Qiao Weidong quickly said, "Speak, speak, speak. Can't I speak right away? After all these years, your temper hasn't changed at all."

Hearing the other party's nagging, Song Qian rolled her eyes in anger and turned away, not wanting to look at him.

"I'm here mainly to discuss the house. Didn't I get a house when we divorced? Now I'm having some cash flow problems, so I plan to mortgage that house."

After Qiao Weidong finished speaking, Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie on the opposite side looked at him with strange expressions. They were not only wondering why he mortgaged the house, but also why he came to find Song Qian specifically.

"Old Qiao, the house has been awarded to you. If you want to mortgage it, just do so. Why are you coming to see Teacher Song?" Fang Yuan asked with some confusion.

"You don't know what's going on. I need Song Qian's approval to mortgage the house." Qiao Weidong was vague and didn't explain the specific reason at all.

"Humph."

Song Qian, who had been tilting her head, sneered and looked over with disdain, "Qiao Weidong, didn't you say that the house was for Yingzi? Back then, you insisted on changing the name on the property deed. How come after just a few years, you don't want to admit it anymore?"

"Of course I admit it."

Qiao Weidong quickly explained, "I'm just in a hurry to make ends meet. And I'm not selling it, I'm just mortgaging it. When I have enough money next year, I'll pay back the bank loan and nothing will happen."

"I don't care about your affairs. Since the house was awarded to you, it's yours. It doesn't matter whether you want to sell it or mortgage it. But you can't distract Yingzi during this period. Let's talk about it after the college entrance examination."

Song Qian immediately made a decision and said that she didn't care about the house in the other party's hands at all. She said that just now just to deliberately squeeze Qiao Wendong. If the real estate certificate did not involve Qiao Yingzi, she would not even bother to pay attention to it.

But Qiao Weidong was not satisfied. He said hesitantly, "Can it be quick? I want Yingzi to take a leave of absence next Monday."

"What?" Song Qian slammed the table and immediately stood up from her seat, scaring Qiao Weidong opposite her so much that he trembled.

"Qiao Weidong, don't push your luck. Do you know how many days are left before the college entrance exam? Now your study time at school is already limited. Why should you let Yingzi waste her time dealing with your nonsense?"

Song Qian now wants to tear the other person apart. The doctor asked her to create a harmonious and rational divorce relationship, and she is trying hard to control her emotions, but that doesn't mean Qiao Weidong can act unreasonably.

"Yingzi's grades are so good, it's no big deal to delay her for a day. If she's quick, she can finish her studies in half a day. I'll definitely send her back then..."

"Get out of here."

Before Qiao Weidong finished speaking, Song Qian was already furious.

Seeing that the two men suddenly broke down in their conversation, Tong Wenjie and Fang Yuan hurried forward to mediate.

"Wenjie, let's go. Let's not waste time with this kind of person. Let's go and help Fanfan sign up for the advancement class first." Song Qian got angry when she saw Qiao Weidong, so she called her best friend out.

Tong Wenjie turned around and gave Fang Yuan a look, asking him to get Qiao Weidong out of the house, then she grabbed her bag and chased after Song Qian who had slammed the door and left.

Fang Yuan shook his head helplessly. He had sensed something was going to happen, and it had indeed happened. He walked over to Qiao Weidong, nudged him with his hand, and asked, "Old Qiao, what are you thinking? You can't wait a few days? It's no wonder Teacher Song scolded you. You really didn't do the right thing."

"And that's not like you. Don't you call yourself a good father? Why are you holding Yingzi back now? No, it seems like you've always been holding Yingzi back. You built a Lego city and coaxed Yingzi to play there, and..."

"Okay, stop scolding me."

Qiao Weidong interrupted Fang Yuan irritably, took off his glasses and threw them on the table.

"I have no choice. I can only find work for myself now. Otherwise, I will feel empty inside if I stop. When I was with Xiaomeng before, she would always ask me where I was going. I found it very annoying at the time, but now no one asks, and I feel lost and don't know what to do."

"You deserve it. You have such a good life now, but you have to think too much and make a fuss about it." Fang Yuan patted Qiao Weidong on the shoulder. Sometimes he felt powerless to complain about his good friend whom he had known for many years.

Qiao Weidong rubbed his sore eyes and said nothing. He had already mortgaged the house he lived in and used the money as down payment to buy a number of houses.

Now all we have to do is set our sights on Shuxiang Yayuan.

As he was thinking, he suddenly had an idea, "Fang Yuan, what do you say about Song Qian and I getting back together?"

"Stop." Fang Yuan hurriedly stopped and looked down at Qiao Wendong, "You think the damage you inflicted on Yingzi once wasn't enough, so you want to fight poison with poison again, right?"

"I'm talking about serious matters." Qiao Weidong said dissatisfiedly, "Yingzi has always wanted Song Qian and I to remarry. If we really remarry, Yingzi will be so happy that she might even get the top score in the city."

"roll roll roll."

Fang Yuan said with disdain. He now realized that Qiao Weidong was not good at doing down-to-earth things, but he was naturally good at cheating and playing tricks.

"Whatever score she gets on the test is Yingzi's own ability. What does it have to do with you? Don't take yourself too seriously. Also, I remind you, don't use Yingzi as an excuse to justify your actions. Yingzi will be nineteen soon and will be starting her own life. It has nothing to do with you."

"Why doesn't it matter? I'm her father." Qiao Weidong stood up angrily.

"Your dad is still your dad. You've met him a few times since you graduated from college. Stop talking nonsense and leave now. If Teacher Song comes back and sees you still here, he'll beat you out with a stick."

Fang Yuan was too lazy to argue with Qiao Weidong and simply pushed him towards the door with both hands.

"Don't push me, I haven't even taken my glasses yet."

"Here you go, hurry up and go."

Fang Yuan picked up the glasses on the table and pushed his way into the room with Qiao Weidong. After closing the door heavily, the room returned to its usual tranquility.

Song Qian didn't come back until the afternoon, when Qiao Yingzi opened the door and walked in.

Following behind were Wang Yidi and Chen Jinnian, who were equally exhausted. As soon as the three of them entered the room, they all rushed to the sofa and collapsed, stretching their legs to rest.

"What do you think? Is the iron stick yam about to bloom? Will Ji Yangyang's uncle catch it?" Qiao Yingzi held her head high. Even though she was exhausted, she still didn't forget to gossip.

"Who knows? Judging from Li Meng's expression, she didn't want Uncle Liu to follow her, but she obviously failed. However, judging from their personalities, they complement each other quite well."

Wang Yidi expressed his opinion, then reached out and placed his hand on Chen Jinnian's belly, stroking his solid abdominal muscles, and asked him to express his opinion as well.

"Stop it, I'm almost dead tired. I drove four or five hours back and forth, and I had to carry a backpack and take a video. My camera is dead, and you won't let me rest for a while."

If there is anything more painful than taking pictures of girls, it must be taking pictures of a group of girls. He is still not satisfied with a group photo after ten minutes. It is more difficult than shooting a movie. Fortunately, he did not bring spare batteries for his SLR camera, otherwise he would not be able to get back to this point.