Rong Che held a check in his hand and was about to stuff it into Xue Mengyao's hand. Xue Mengyao kept dodging and refused to accept the check in his hand.
Zhao Qingqing looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but smile.
Xue Mengyao is the kind of person who has a lofty ideal and a very high self-esteem. Over the years, she has relied on her own strength to reach this point.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have covered up her figure and appearance.
She chose to cover up, firstly because she wanted to prove that she was capable and she didn't need to rely on unspoken rules.
Secondly, she also wants to avoid some people's negative looks, and she doesn't want to be taken advantage of.
But now, Zhao Qingqing's smile was hurting her.
Why was she laughing at her.
For a moment, she couldn't help it anymore, "Miss Zhao, are you laughing at me?"
"What is there about you that makes me laugh?"
Zhao Qingqing asked her back, and left from them without even looking at Rong Che.
Xue Mengyao bit her lower lip tightly and watched Zhao Qingying leave her side.
"Xue Mengyao, I order you... to accept this check!"
Rong Che held Xue Mengyao's shoulders with both hands and looked at her with his dark eyes.
"I do not want!"
Xue Mengyao turned her head to the side.
"You don't want my money, so you go to a place like that to accompany you for drinks, or do you want to use your body to make money!?"
After hearing what she said, Rong Che felt furious and couldn't help but sarcastically said.
"Yes, I would rather sell myself to others than sell it to you!"
After Xue Mengyao said this, she kicked Rong Che and turned to leave.
Rong Che looked at her back and suddenly clenched his hands tightly, holding the check in his palm.
Zhao Qingqing did not go home, but went directly to the company. First, he took a look at a series of operations of the company.
Haha... She just wanted to stimulate Rong Che.
Now it's too late for her to practice inner strength and mental skills. After all, the relationship between Rong Che and Xue Mengyao has reached eighty.
There is no time left to waste.
As a result, Zhao Qingying did not leave the company for a few days and started to do practical things in a big way.
After all, making money now is the last word.
Buying stocks, investing, basically anything where you can make money, Zhao Qingqing does it.
Finally, after all these things were settled, she returned home.
"Qingming, why haven't you come home for several days?"
Mother Zhao looked at the dark circles under Zhao Qingqing's eyes with distress.
"It's okay, Mom!"
Because, as soon as she returned home, she was pulled by Zhao's mother and sat at the dining table.
Even though he wasn't very hungry, he was still forced to drink a bowl of Shiquan Dabu Decoction.
After drinking the soup, Zhao Qingqing went upstairs to take a shower, put on makeup, and then changed into clothes and went out.
"Qingming, you just came back, why are you going out again?"
Mother Zhao was just about to go upstairs, thinking she could talk to her daughter about what was on her mind.
But in the blink of an eye, before she went upstairs, she was about to go out again.
"Mom, when I finish my work for a while, I will stay with you!"
Zhao Qingqing kissed Mother Zhao on the cheek, then made a phone call and went out.