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

She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, initially thinking he was just joking and trying to stall for time.

After all, where are you going to find 200,000 yuan in cash these days?

Does this person feel insecure in banks and prefer to keep their money at home?

At this moment, Zheng Qingyou thought of the safe he kept at home.

"Let's go inside and order something!"

As he spoke, Han Guomin, expressionless, took the black bag and went into the private room inside.

Zheng Qingyou also carried the money counting machine inside.

Two hundred thousand is a lot of money; she counted it for a long time before she finally finished.

After watching her pack the money away again, Han Guomin handed the receipt he had written to Zheng Qingyou.

"okay!"

Zheng Qingyou signed his name on it before returning the receipt to him.

"Well then... goodbye, Uncle Han!"

Zheng Qingyou looked at him with a smile on her face.

He turned and walked out.

This restaurant only has private rooms and no main lobby.

Just as Zheng Qingyou left, a group of guests came out of the private room.

Han Moli was preparing to collect the money when she saw Zheng Qingyou come out, which immediately put her on high alert.

Zheng Qingyou couldn't help but laugh when he saw her silly expression.

She walked past the crowd and reached the door.

Just as she went into the private room with Han Guomin, Han Moli had already opened the door and continued doing business.

Han Moli watched her retreating figure, her teeth itching with hatred. How could there be such a wicked person?

I really wanted her to go out, but then someone robbed her of her money.

In the end, they killed her too.

Han Moli's face contorted with the thought of this.

"Miss, we need to pay now. What's with that look on your face?"

The people who came out of the private room looked at Han Moli with horror, their expressions truly showing signs of fright.

"Uh... I'm so sorry, the total is one thousand three hundred and eighty-six, so I'll just give you one thousand three hundred and eighty!"

Han Moli quickly straightened her expression.

With a somber expression, the Korean man went into the kitchen.

Zheng Qingyou left the restaurant and, feeling relaxed, found a five-star hotel and checked in.

After that, using the computer in the hotel, I found a broker.

She had clearly stated her requirements, and the agent had promised to help her find a good house.

After finishing all that, Zheng Qingyou lay down on the bed and began to rest.

She slept until noon, then went downstairs to the Western restaurant next door.

I ordered a steak.

This Western restaurant is the one that claims to have three Michelin stars.

When Zheng Qingyou entered, she saw the chef's recommendation; the chef here is Su Yu.

It wasn't until the steak was served to her that things changed.

She didn't even realize that Su Yu was in this Western restaurant, which was quite different from the plot.

She cut a piece of steak and started eating; she had ordered it medium-rare.

It tasted quite fresh and tender, but it didn't have that juicy feel.

She still remembers the grilled steak she ate last night. With just one bite, she felt all the deliciousness explode in her mouth.