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  Downstairs, Qiao Yunxue kept rubbing her chin - how did Rong Qian figure out that those people were sent by the Swallow Sect?

  As she walked, Qiao Yunxue suddenly covered her mouth: "Hey, what do you want to do?"

  Suddenly someone appeared in front of her, almost scaring her to death.

  Swallow looked wronged: "I'm so wronged! Knowing each other for so many years, Rong Qian doesn't even care about me... Either you try harder and quickly have a child with him, then I'll give up. Or you hurry up and leave Rong Qian. What do you say?"

  Staring at Swallow, Qiao Yunxue turned into a stone statue. She actually encountered such a competitor...

  "Miss Qiao?" Swallow reminded in a gentle tone, "What did you say?"

  Qiao Yunxue was about to faint and muttered: "Don't bother me, I want to go back to my mother's house."

  "Where is your mother's home?" The swallow just couldn't shake it off.

  Oil Painting Street.

  The swallow was overjoyed: "Your mother's house is on Oil Painting Street? Great! I'll go, I just happen to want to buy a gift for my dad's birthday. My dad loves oil painting the most. Come on, get in my BMW, and I'll take you there. Then you can be my guide and help me pick out an oil painting. We'll both benefit."

  Qiao Yunxue was dragged into the BMW, and Yanzi asked one question after another.

  "When did you get to know Mr. Rong?"

  "Are you really willing to be a guarantor for Mr. Rong?"

  "Mr. Rong is so refined, how could he possibly take a liking to someone as uncouth as you?"

  "You won't give Mr. Rong children, his parents won't let you into the Rong family's door. Then you can only be his concubine for a lifetime."

  ……

  Within a short distance of one thousand meters, Qiao Yunxue actually dozed off in the midst of Yanzi's nagging. When they arrived at the entrance of the Sunset Corridor, Qiao Yunxue finally came to and got out of the car.

  "Miss Qiao, I want to cry..." Swallow also got off the car and pouted.

  As expected, a rich family's daughter's demeanor... Qiao Yunxue was too lazy to bother with her, picked up her handbag and raised her chin: "Mom, I'm back..."

  "En." Xia Xinqin happily came up to greet her.

  The swallow pitifully said: "You didn't take me to buy oil paintings! I don't understand oil paintings! I want to buy the most expensive oil painting for my dad's birthday!"

  Qiao Yunxue suddenly forgave Rong Qian. If he couldn't shake off such a persistent and naive admirer, he wouldn't be human, he'd be a god!

  "Mom, I'll take her for a walk." Weakly turning around, Qiao Yunxue prepared to throw her to Zhang Dama's house and come back. Walking two steps, her eyes lightly fell on the end of the alley.

  Su Qinglan has arrived at Oil Painting Street.

  But this time it wasn't Su Qinglan alone, Luo Shaofan was also there. There were a few others, rich and influential, carrying cameras, seemingly discussing Oil Painting Street.

  Qiao Yunxue turned around and accompanied Yanzi into Zhang Dama's oil painting gallery. As long as Zhang Dama got hold of him, Yanzi would probably be unable to extricate himself for half an hour.

  Swallow had never been to Oil Painting Street before, and she found everything novel, especially the human body art paintings which she thought were fun. As soon as she entered the gallery, she completely ignored Qiao Yunxue's existence.

  Finally relaxed, Qiao Yunxue came out and was stunned.

  Su Qinglan brushed past him: "Can't be Mrs. Rong Qian, being someone else's is fine too. But it doesn't matter, Rong Qian will dump you anyway."

  Qiao Yunxue felt nothing.

  "However, if Rong Qian dumps you, don't come crying to Shao Fan! Su Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "Otherwise, you'll be the one who suffers. I, Su Qinglan, am not someone to be trifled with."

  Qiao Yunxue smiled faintly: "Of course, women who climb the ranks through their relationships usually have a few tricks up their sleeves. However, this kind of woman is generally left for the fourth master to deal with..."

  Go home quickly.