Unprecedented in the past and unmatched in the future.

  It seems that she was promoted to the position of sales director at Longji back then, and it wasn't just because of her identity at that time...

  Pinching the paper strip, casually pulling open the drawer, glimpsing those two thousand "rent" notes. Rong Qian's black pupils flashed, fingertips rubbing against the real tactile sensation of the currency.

  The note was put into the drawer. Rong Qian got up and came out.

  Past the nursery, where the sound of murmurs came from inside.

  Stop, Rong Qian glanced at the door with the corner of his eye and saw Qiao Yunxue frowning as she flipped through the documents in her hand. She muttered in a low voice: "Luo Shaofan, you stinky turtle! Old fool! I'll kill you... Su Qinglan is innocent? Your eyes are on the soles of your feet!"

  The corners of his mouth twitched, and he humbly went to find a mop.

  Qiao Yunxue came out to drink water and was stunned: "Rong Qian?"

  The floor is actually quite clean, just wipe it casually. But Rong Qian made a big fuss and used the floor cleaner. Not only did he use the cleaning agent, but also a lot of water on the floor. It looks like a vast ocean.

  "It's almost done." Rong Qian replied naturally.

  "Are you okay?" Qiao Yunxue's eyes twitched a bit, "Rong Qian, did you also mop the floor like this in the past?"

  "There used to be a janitor," Yong explained calmly. "He would come at regular times every day to clean up."

  "Is Mr. Rong still asking for overtime?" Dumbfounded, Qiao Yunxue continued with a smile, "With the heart of a rich man, but only the life of a poor man. Mr. Rong needs to work hard to make money!"

  "That...," Rong Qian nodded, "consumption can promote development."

  He was reasonable, using economics to answer her. Fortunately, they were on a AA system, otherwise she would have been dragged down by him. Unable to bear it, Qiao Yunxue put aside the troubles of work and found a broom to sweep the water.

  "Thank you!" Rong Qian's black eyes flickered slightly. He picked up the phone with one hand, "Hai Hua wants to leave? Alright, I'll come over now."

  Turning back, Rong Qian was extremely sincere: "Yun Xue, I have something. Trouble you to help me out first."

  Rong Qianzhen has left. Qiao Yuxue was stunned, wondering what Hai Hua really was...

  Qiao Yunxue got up late.

  It was very late when I climbed onto the bed, and the bed was too comfortable. As soon as I lay down, I couldn't wake up naturally.

  When crawling up Chua-ng, Rong Qian was not by her side, she slept even more comfortably.

  Considering the early morning disturbance of phone calls, Qiao Yunxue didn't set her alarm clock again. But she never expected that those girls seemed to have all believed Rong Qianyang, and this morning's first call came at almost 8 o'clock.

  Less than half an hour away from work time.

  Poor her.

  "Girl, next time call earlier, or I'll make a phone call to report the police."

  "Who are you anyway? Why are you always clinging to Mr. Rong?" The other person whispered, afraid of her, yet unable to put down the curiosity in their heart.

  Qiao Yunxue helplessly said: "Miss, why are you still asking this question. It's really too out of date."

  "But how could Mr. Rong raise a ghost!" The other person cried and refused to believe this fact, "And everyone says that Mr. Rong is not...".

  Watching time fly by, Qiao Yunxue lost her patience: "Mr. Rong is vigorous and invincible, unparalleled in the past or future. We spend every night together, tacitly happy." The phone hung up with a click.

  What a relief!

  Conservatively speaking, if there's another woman calling, eight out of ten she's got a screw loose. Okay, Qiao Yunxue glared at the phone - this girl was indeed lacking a few screws, already believing the rumors about Rong Qian being impotent and still desperately calling over.

  Turning around, Qiao Yunxue stumbled involuntarily.

  Who is standing at the door?