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Chapter 541 Isn’t She Just a Woman (20)

The people around were stunned by Wen Qiyang's words for half a second, and there was a burst of chatter.

"Ah~~ I didn't expect Qu Qingge to be a wealthy wife."

"A piece of clothing is 10,000+ ah~ It's almost worth our salary for a year."

"No wonder she gave the 100 million bill to others so easily."

"It's just, why does she still come to work?"

Everyone started talking about each other~ Every sentence is inseparable from Qu Qingge and Qian!
Qu Qingge only felt a cold heart, what happened that night, he told her to go, doesn't he remember?
Or, in his heart, she was just a woman who could scold as much as she wanted, and after scolding, she could be coaxed back with a check?

Qu Qingge thought it was ridiculous at once, but now it feels a little sad.
With so many people talking about her, her complexion became a little ugly, and her breathing became heavier.

She suddenly turned her face, pointed at a group of people coldly and said, "Is this show good? Do we need to gather around here?"

The people around were the first to come to their senses, the manager. Knowing that the man in front of him was a big money maker, he probably had a fight with his wife, so he yelled at all the waiters in a cooperative way: "Why are you all here? Don't go to work. Don’t you want to take this month’s bonus?”

When the waiter heard that the bonus was going to be deducted, he swished and scattered, just in twos and threes, still hiding in that corner, watching the show.

Wen Qiyang's eyes also turned to Boss Han and the others who were stiff on the side. They understood what Wen Qiyang meant, and they all smiled, nodded and bowed, and ran out softly.

The air opened up a lot in an instant, and the surroundings were quiet.

When everyone was almost gone, Wen Qiyang sighed and held Qu Qingge's shoulder.

She kept her head down, her light red lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something,
The hands hanging on both sides are also tightly clenched into fists, as if they are enduring something,
It's just that her eyes are hollow, without any light at all. This feeling makes Wen Qiyang feel suffocated and depressed.

"Qingge—"

Qu Qingge still didn't look up.

But his tone was gentle and gentle: "Come back with me, I won't obstruct what you want to do, okay, if you like the clubhouse, I will give you all the catering business under Emgrand, how do you want to play?" Just play as you like, okay?"

Qu Qingge looked up at Wen Qiyang, his black and white eyes rolled twice, but he still didn't speak.

Wen Qiyang is much taller than her, and his eyes are like ink paintings, exuding a distant breath, as if waiting helplessly, staring at her, trying to find a trace of emotion from her expression, but there is nothing.

Qu Qingge was also looking at him, his every expression, every word, whether it was heartbeat or heartache, or his self-righteous endless love for her, in the end, she just felt a little tired, and she was too tired to go any further. Use the slightest thought to support the entanglement between him and her.

Neither of them spoke. After looking at each other for a while, Qu Qingge hooked her lips and turned her head to look out the window. After a long time, she opened her red lips slightly, and said in a distant and calm voice, "Mr. Wen, let's go, I going to work."

Then, she passed Wen Qiyang's side with a calm expression, trotted to the door, stepped on her high heels, and wrote the rhythm of leaving in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)