"Well, I don't have athlete's foot. Maybe it was because I walked a bit too much yesterday that I sweated a little."
Shen Sijia also couldn't figure out why she sent the message to explain the matter.
Qin Zhaoyang was speechless.
Whether you have athlete's foot or not is none of my business?
So, after replying a message, I went to sleep.
Shen Sijia actually regretted it after sending the message.
Just as she was about to withdraw the message, Qin Zhaoyang sent it over.
"Well, it doesn't smell bad, it smells pretty good!"
"I'm not feeling well. Go to bed early. See you tomorrow!"
And that's it.
"Not stinky, quite fragrant?"
Shen Sijia thought about it, then scolded the stinky rogue and went to sleep.
All night without a word, early the next morning.
Qin Zhaoyang then drove the car and arrived at Jingcheng Villa Area.
Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened.
Shen is not wearing a business suit today.
Instead, she wore a skirt.
"How does it feel? Are you feeling better? '
Shen Sijia might still be angry with last night and just hummed.
Without even letting Qin Zhaoyang in the door, she took it in and headed towards the car.
He walked with a limp.
Qin Zhaoyang hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and Shen Sijia did not refuse.
Passing by a breakfast shop, Qin bought a few, not much, mainly because he wasn't sure if Shen Sijia would eat this kind of food.
To his surprise, Shen was not picky and took it and ate it.
"Sijia, the money for the medical treatment last night is 1,150 yuan. Do you think it should be reimbursed?"
Shen Sijia was stunned for a moment and then suddenly became angry for no reason.
She gave him 30 million the day before yesterday, 16 million yesterday, and now she asks her for more than 1,000 yuan.
How could she not be angry?
How could this person be like this? A man with a fortune of tens of millions, accompanying such a beautiful woman to see a doctor, and having the nerve to ask for more than 1,000 dollars for medical expenses?
"Well, I'll just mention that by the way. If it's not convenient for you, then forget it." "
It's better for Qin Zhaoyang not to say this, but once he says it...
It takes about 20 minutes to get from here to the company without traffic jams.
Shen Sijia didn't say another word or even glance at Qin Zhaoyang all the way.
She got out of the car and didn't ask him to help.
The main reason is that Qin Zhaoyang's words are too infuriating. What does it mean to be at hand?
Even if you have no money, you can't come up with over 1,000 yuan, can you?
So Shen Sijia decided not to give it.
Qin Zhaoyang touched his nose, feeling rather puzzled.
Shouldn't he have paid for his own medical expenses?
After spending more than an hour at the company and having almost finished the formalities, Qin came back to the antique street again.
He came today not to pick up bargains but to test his own ideas.
He didn't go to the stall, but entered an antique shop.
He took a casual glance and found that the antique shop was 90 percent fake, and the only two genuine items were priced outrageously high.
Qin Zhaoyang came to a plum vase and reached out his hand to touch it, his eyes fixed on his own hand.
Just then, a stream of golden-colored air with a hint of transparency entered his body through his fingers.
Qin Zhaoyang was overjoyed in his heart. He finally understood how the spiritual energy within his body was obtained.
So, could one take the initiative not to absorb it?
Qin Zhaoyang moved on to another antique and did not absorb it according to his own idea.
Sure enough, there was no reaction at all.
Then I thought about absorbing,...
Finally, Qin Zhaoyang was certain that this could be controlled.
"If you don't buy it, don't touch it. You can't afford to break it."
Just then, a caustic voice came through.
He turned around and saw that it was the shopkeeper and owner of the shop.
"So it's little Qin. He's not in Boss Zhou's shop. How did he come to me?"
The man's name is Chu, and his full name is Chu Liang.
He didn't get along well with Zhou Baopi, so he also had a bad impression of Qin Zhaoyang.
In fact, he had just recognized Qin Zhaoyang, and those words were intentional.
"I just came to see."
"I'm not working with Mr. Zhou anymore, and I've been thinking about finding a job recently, so I came here to see if there were any apprentices or something."
Qin Zhaoyang was also talking nonsense.
As soon as Chu Liang heard that Qin Zhaoyang had quit, his attitude improved a little.
He even thought of inviting Qin to his shop, mainly to disgust him for a week of pickpocketing.
Just then, a woman came in with a basket in her hand.
She seemed to be in her forties.
"Boss, please help me see how much this is worth. If the price is right, I'll sell it."
The woman said as she took out a scroll-like item from her basket and placed it on the counter.
Chu Liang had no intention of paying attention to Qin Zhaoyang either, and reached out to pick up the item and read it.
"What a pity, what a pity!"
"More than 30 percent of your calligraphy and painting is broken, and the most important signature and seal parts are gone."
If you have no money, you can't come up with more than 1,000 yuan, can you?
So Shen Sijia decided not to give it.
Qin Zhaoyang touched his nose, feeling rather puzzled.
Shouldn't he have paid for his own medical expenses?
After spending more than an hour at the company and having almost finished the formalities, Qin came back to the antique street again.
He came here today not to find a bargain, but to verify the idea in his heart.
He didn't go to the stall, but entered an antique shop.
He took a casual glance and found that the antique shop was 90 percent fake, and the only two genuine items were priced outrageously high.
Qin Zhaoyang came to a plum vase and reached out his hand to touch it, his eyes fixed on his own hand.
Just then, a stream of golden-colored air with a hint of transparency entered his body through his fingers.
Qin Zhaoyang was overjoyed, and he finally understood how the spiritual power within his body was obtained.
So, could one take the initiative not to absorb it?
Qin Zhaoyang moved on to another antique and did not absorb it according to his own idea.
Sure enough, there was no reaction at all.
Then I thought about absorbing,...
Finally, Qin Zhaoyang was certain that this could be controlled.
"If you don't buy it, don't touch it. You can't afford to break it."
Just then, a caustic voice came through.
He turned around and saw that it was the shopkeeper and owner of the shop.
"So it's little Qin. He's not in Boss Zhou's shop. How did he come to me?"
The man's name is Chu, and his full name is Chu Liang.
He doesn't have a very good relationship with Zhou Bapi, so he also has a bad impression of Qin Zhaoyang.
In fact, he had just recognized Qin Zhaoyang, and those words were intentional.
"I just came to see."
"I'm not working with Mr. Zhou anymore, and I've been thinking about finding a job recently, so I came here to see if there were any apprentices or something."
Qin Zhaoyang was also talking nonsense.
Chu Liang's attitude improved a little as soon as he heard that Qin Zhaoyang had quit.
He even thought of inviting Qin to his shop, mainly to disgust him for a week of pickpocketing.
Just then, a woman came in with a basket in her hand.
She seemed to be in her forties.
"Boss, please help me see how much this is worth. If the price is right, I'll sell it."
The woman said as she took out a scroll-like item from her basket and placed it on the counter.
Chu Liang had no intention of paying attention to Qin Zhaoyang either, and reached out to pick up the item and read it.
"What a pity, what a pity!"
"More than 30 percent of your calligraphy and painting is broken, and the most important signature and seal parts are gone."