Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

After all, you can earn so much money.

He couldn't bear it, not at all.

According to the plan, he could have made money without spending a single penny.

But now, all of that has been shattered.

"Zheng Qingyou, you must move out of my house right now!"

Han Moli's gaze towards Zheng Qingyou also turned fierce.

"No need to move them, I don't want any of those things, just throw them away for me!"

Zheng Qingyou looked indifferent. She walked to the door again and closed the glass door behind her.

The "Closed" sign was hung up.

"Zheng Qingyou, do you know what you're doing?"

Han Moli now truly loathes Zheng Qingyou to the extreme, because she only got a ranking because of the dish she made.

It's peak time for people to eat, and she actually closed the door at this crucial moment.

"Qingyou, I'll give you 200,000 right now. This shop is mine. We'll go through the formalities tomorrow."

Han Guomin pulled Han Moli back from her riot; he didn't want anything to happen for the time being.

"it is good!"

Zheng Qingyou responded and agreed.

She walked to the counter and started to pay.

"Do you understand?"

Han Moli was filled with anger, and looking at Zheng Qingyou's expression, her face showed a hint of provocation.

Guess!

Zheng Qingyou glanced at her, then looked away.

She fiddled with the bills on her computer, a mocking smile always playing on her lips.

It's all vulnerabilities.

However, this store has only been open for a few months, so even if it's just a way for Koreans to make money.

That's already included in that 200,000, so it should be more than enough.

Zheng Qingyou quickly finished preparing the bill.

She took all the money out of the drawer.

Why are you stealing money?!

Han Moli saw her take the money and immediately jumped up, reaching out to snatch it.

"I'm the one who should be asking you, why are you robbing me!"

Zheng Qingyou dodged her hand and looked at her sharply.

"This shop has now been transferred to us, and everything here belongs to us!"

Han Moli stared at the wad of money in her hand with red eyes.

Zheng Qingyou looked at her and suddenly laughed.

However, she didn't say much.

However, they turned their attention to the South Korean people.

The Korean people actually hoped that Han Moli could seize some money; this was how the two of them usually acted when they were together.

When Han Moli tried to snatch something, Zheng Qingyou never said a word.

Later, when he was about to speak, the money was back in Han Moli's hands.

Originally, he was still thinking of doing it that way, but he found that Zheng Qingyou was not as accommodating as before.

So, having no other options, the Korean people spoke up and stopped Han Moli.

"Jasmine, stop being so rude!"

Han Moli, who was stopped by Han Guomin, bit her lower lip and looked unhappy.

Zheng Qingyou glanced at them coldly, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Two hundred thousand?"

Zheng Qingyou looked at Han Guomin again and asked.

"I'll get it for you!"

Han Guomin narrowed his eyes and then went out.

Zheng Qingyou put the money away and carefully put her wallet away.

"He's greedy for money, a real miser."

Han Moli rolled her eyes at Zheng Qingyou and spoke in a very disdainful tone.