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Chapter 533 Isn’t She Just a Woman (12)

There was only a trace of her smell left, and then he pretended that the woman in his arms was fast asleep.

He lowered his head and kissed the pillow, his voice hoarse: "Ge'er, sleep well, I will be so energetic to film tomorrow..."

"Ge'er, I will support you in whatever you want to do in the future, and I won't stop you anymore, okay..."

'Qu Qingge' in his arms did not answer, in the silent night, there was a suffocating silence.

Finally, on the white pillow, a drop of crystal tears finally fell, and the face buried in the pillow could not see the heavy pain clearly;

Finally, under the slightly trembling shoulders, a weak voice came out slowly, the tone was very light, soft and slow, but the words were clear: "Qu Qingge, come back... Qingge... Please come back..."

In fact, Qu Qingge never thought of leaving Wen Qiyang

There are only some things, if you take a wrong step, you just pass by.

Looking back again, I realized that not everyone will wait for you at the same place after being wronged, disappointed and sad.

Isn't it just a woman, without her, I can still die...

Isn't it just a woman, without her, I can't die, but life is worse than death...

……

Wen Qiyang tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, drank wine, and thought of Qu Qingge, his heart ached for a long time, his head became more and more drowsy, and then he fell asleep in a daze while hugging the pillow , did not sleep very soundly, within an hour, had a lot of dreams, good and bad, all of them were Qu Qingge.

Like a slow motion replay, every detail was so clear that when he opened his eyes again, he was awakened by the throbbing heart in his dream.

Wen Qiyang turned over, picked up his phone and checked the time, it was two o'clock in the morning, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway, so he lay on the bed, smoking one cigarette after another.

Just after taking two sips, the phone on the table rang, it was so late, would you still send me a message?
Wen Qiyang's heart suddenly tightened, and he stared at the bright screen of the phone for a long time before picking up the phone tremblingly and unlocking it.

Turns out, what a messy mortgage...

His eyes suddenly became cold, and he threw the phone on the bed, then took a deep breath, choked his throat, causing him to cough violently, and he was still thinking about that text message... Is it wrong, why? It will be a spam message, why is it not from Qu Qingge...

Thinking about it, he suddenly jumped off the bed as if he had realized something, changed into a suit indiscriminately, picked up the car keys, brought Qingge Feiyang, and her bunny ears, rushed out of the villa.

……

Qu Qingge didn't sleep all night, and went to work early in the morning with swollen eyes.

Because it was introduced by her uncle, she found a job with a friend of her uncle's from the first day she returned to her hometown.

Do marketing in a catering club.

Marketing Marketing is how to catch customers and make them willingly continue to spend in the store, especially in this kind of high-end catering club, where a meal may cost tens of thousands of dollars.

Therefore, in addition to the taste and characteristics of the dishes in the club itself, marketing eloquence and communication skills are also very important.

Qu Qingge has seen marketing in the clubs under the Emgrand, which is to take good care of every guest, take opinions, distribute business cards, and toast in private rooms when necessary.

(End of this chapter)