Can't escape his palm

  Her face turned red to her neck. Qiao Yunxue twisted her ten fingers into a rope: "If Mr. Rong doesn't have any feelings for me, then forget it. If Mr. Rong thinks I'm okay, let's meet here at 4 pm this afternoon and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau together to get our marriage certificate."

  After finishing speaking, Qiao Yunxue stood up and left with big strides, her skirt fluttering in the wind to form a beautiful arc.

  Staring at her straight back, slightly flustered footsteps. Her deep and profound eyes took a while to withdraw.

  The long arm picked up the table sign, and the "1" hidden behind the vase was revealed.

  This is table 18, she thought it was table 8...

  Put down the coffee cup and stand up.

  It was 8:10, and with a slightly deeper gaze, Rong Qian walked towards the parking lot.

  Qiao Yunxue rushed out of the coffee shop, covering her face tightly. She was anxious, but he actually said that he wasn't in a hurry...

  How embarrassing! So embarrassing...

  Qiao Yunxue's footsteps gradually slowed down.

  She walked out for a long time before she turned around and looked towards the coffee shop.

  The golden light is very soft and beautiful, can't see if he's still inside or not.

  Will he go with her to the Civil Affairs Bureau?

  Alas, how vexing! She should have asked him clearly in the café, now it's really a kind of torment.

  After some thought, she suddenly took big strides - there was still an interview in the morning. Her days back home were really packed, either blind dates or job hunting, busy as can be.

  It's strange, she had a good impression on the bosses of the two companies she interviewed with, but they never notified her to go to work?

  She interviewed with two real estate companies in the morning, aiming for a marketing manager position.

  "Miss Qiao is indeed quick-witted and has a unique approach." The CEO of Fengcheng Real Estate personally interviewed her, praising her.

  "That... " Qiao Yunxue got halfway through her sentence, implying a question about work hours.

  But she asked one question and the other party fell silent.

  She was shrouded in doubt, but Qiao Yunxue couldn't figure out where the problem lay, why one by one, those satisfied with her work ability, bosses or employers, were unwilling to hire her readily.

  As she was about to leave, the other party said with a hint of meaning: "Miss Qiao's work ability is admired by everyone. But we can only envy her, and dare not ask Miss Qiao to stay."

  She understood, smiled faintly, turned around and entered an internet cafe, sending her resume to the largest local real estate company - Jinghua Real Estate.

  As she walked out, her arm was pulled back, and as soon as she smelled the fragrance, Qiao Yunxue knew who it was. Turning around, with a hint of a smile, she stared at the woman who had come to disturb her: "Doesn't Young Master Luo even need to bring his own child?"

  "The child has a nanny to take care of." Su Qinglan's eyes turned red and she sobbed, "Please, Miss Qiao, fulfill my wish one more time."

  "Oh!" Qiao Yunxue glanced at her. How could Su Qinglan always think that she, Qiao Yunxue, should help her out?

  Su Qinglan sobbed and pleaded: "Qiao Miss, whether you're married or not, please leave this place! I'll give you money, one million is enough? No, one million is too little. I'll give you ten million. As long as you agree to leave, as long as you don't let Shao Fan see you. As long as you help me out, I'm willing to kowtow to you."

  Qiao Yunxue gently pushed away his arm: "You can talk about it after you kowtow to me."

  He finished speaking and walked away with big strides.

  "Miss Qiao, I'm not scaring you." Su Qinglan shouted loudly, "He said that even if Miss Qiao gets married, she can't escape his palm. I beg of you..."

  Qiao Yunxue hailed a taxi and got in, shutting Su Qinglan and her voice out.