Qing Yao's face was expressionless: "how much more this time?"

Chen Jianhua suddenly turned cold: "what do you mean? How many times have we been looking for you? And? Don't forget, if you weren't selfish and just for yourself and lost the inheritance right of the company, our family wouldn't be like this now. You would have risen to heaven alone, suffering your father, me and your brother. Your status at home has plummeted!"

The familiar tone, the familiar cold face, Qingyao is indifferent.

Qingyao admired herself. As they said, she finally succeeded in refining a thousand hammers into a cold-blooded and ruthless standard white eyed wolf.

"I was blind at the beginning --" speaking of this, Chen Jianhua suddenly shut up and changed her mouth, "forget it, it's too late to say anything. Who's to blame? I don't want to be successful. I raised a worthless and worthless white eyed wolf. I'd rather help others take care of the living dead..."

"Give me a count!" Qingyuan didn't let her complain any more.

What she said is reasonable. She is stupid and not talented enough. Good miss Qianjin is not the right successor to the company. She sent herself to the Song family to cheer the living dead for the sake of Gu Jingcheng, that bitch son of a bitch.

Why did Chen Jianhua come to expose her wound again and again?

This is from the same root. Why is it too urgent to fry each other?

They are her close relatives. They have to see her tortured to the point that she can't bear to see?

Seeing Qingyao let go, Chen Jianhua followed her words and began to say the main purpose of coming today: "your brother will graduate from college soon. He and his classmates opened an auction studio on the Internet. We can't turn our hands at the moment. You invest in him and count him as lending you. He will pay you back when he makes money in the future."

This is also, of course, just beautiful words. What virtue has Qinglong been spoiled by them? When they grow up together, Qingyao doesn't know?

"If it's convenient, give him 200000." Chen Jianhua said the number lightly.

In her tone, Qingyao felt like saying twenty yuan.

"My monthly salary is only a few thousand yuan, so I can't get so much." in addition, although they haven't come to her to get the money in the past two and a half years, Yun Qinglong hasn't come to her less. When he was a child, Qingyao spoiled her three-year-old brother and got used to it.

Yunqinglong spends a lot. He says he doesn't dare to ask his father for too much, so he always looks for Qingyao. Famous brand clothes, new mobile phones and brand computers all look for Qingyao.

Although it is only thousands each time, it can be calculated together, which is more than the deposit of Qingyao in the past three years.

Open your backpack, take out your bank card from it, hold it in your palm and bear it for a while, then put it on the table and hand it over: "there are 50000 here, which is all my deposit."

"Yun Qingyao, do you treat your mother as a beggar?" Chen Jianhua threw her card back and stood up. "OK, I won't find you, I'll find your mother-in-law's family! I'll see what they're worried about if they hurt our family so much!"

"Mom!" Qingyao hurriedly ran to stop her, "don't go to them!"

Three years ago, Qingyao had already regretted the stupid things she had committed because of her youth. She just wanted to keep her last dignity. She didn't ask the Song family for anything, nor did she add any trouble to their family. She just stayed quietly for five years, and then divorced the living dead "Song Mozhi" young master song. Since then, the two have nothing to do with each other.

The Song family had promised that if "Song Mozhi" woke up, she could divorce him, or if he didn't wake up within five years, the Song family could also return her freedom with her consent.

At first, Qingyao felt that he could not lose anything, just more than a divorced woman's hat.

However, she calculated thousands of calculations, but did not calculate that things are changeable and plans will never catch up with changes.

Things are, but people are not.

"What? How humiliating can my daughter-in-law in the ancient clothes of the cloud family be in front of their song family? They have taken away all the heirs I trained, and I can't ask them for compensation?"

"Mom, are you so interesting? Did you make trouble three years ago?"

Not to mention three years ago, fortunately, they were driven out without entering the Song family. They said that the person they were looking for didn't live there.

Up to now, neither Yun Lei nor Chen Jianhua knows the real address of "Song Mozhi" and his biological mother Lu Xiaoya, but Yun Qingyao's mouth is still very tight.

She was angry: "that's the face of my family. This time they won't give me a statement. Do you think I'll go to the TV station!"

Yun Qingyao was annoyed by her noise. He bowed his head and opened the zipper of his backpack again. After shaking his fist, he silently took out the 120000 cash bag taken out with Lu Shaoqiu's check and stuffed it with the bank card on the table to Chen Jianhua: "this is the last time. Don't look for me again!"

With that, she walked out of the cafe without looking back.

She took all the check in cash, twelve folds, which was originally intended to smash Feng Ming's exploitative class

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"Don't you have something for me? Don't you bring it in!" before I woke up this morning, I received a wake-up call from Yun Qingyao. Feng Ming was full of fire on his way to work.

Put down the internal phone, Qingyao fiercely poured a large glass of ice water, hardened his scalp and went into the editor's office with empty hands.

"Is there a printing house willing to accept the manuscript of President Lu's photo?" recently, she was assigned such a task, which is expected to make her dare to disturb his dream early in the morning.

Qingyao sipped his lips and shook his head.

"What will you give me?"

Qingyao kept silent and continued to shake his head.

"There's no good news about anything. Why don't you play with me for a long time?"

Qingyao's arrogance is gone. He droops his head like a wilted cat without enough food.

"Yun Qingyao, you bastard, do you think the editor in chief is here to play for you? If things are not done, you can't do things well and urge my soul early in the morning. Are you all right?" Feng Ming got nothing and came angry, "Last time I said it was a week? See for yourself how long it's been. Have you done it? Don't blame my harsh staff as editor in chief. I bought the machine at a high price. It's not for nothing. From today on, you don't want to get a minute's salary from the company within six months. Also, you have to do a good job for me, otherwise, with the loss of the machine, Believe it or not, I can let you go to prison! "

Qingyao frowned and begged for mercy: "No, editor in chief, I don't have any money on me now. The bank card is cleaner than my face. If I don't pay my salary, I will starve to death. It will have a bad impact on your weekly. Such great information can make you make the front page headlines of Penang. But are you really willing to bear such headlines? I'll lose your face. I'm a poor loser who died of hunger It's small. If it affects your reputation in Penang's entertainment industry, you'll lose a lot. "