Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 373 Oman’s Lie

   "Oman, what are you doing?"

  The familiar girl's voice sounded indifferently, without a trace of emotional ups and downs, and no joy or anger was heard. Although her voice is as gentle and elegant as ever, the strength in her hand has an unresistible aura.

Aman, who was still holding a rag in his hand, opened his eyes sharply, breathing involuntarily and quickly, her eyes were dazzled by the too fast swam, only a face with picturesque brows and noble eyes was like a giant axe. It hit her heart hard.

"...A Qing." As if it had been a century later, Aman finally found his voice, but the two words that opened his mouth were cutting his throat like a blade, so hoarse. Out of shape.

Qin Qing used a little bit of strength to lift the person up from the ground. The smile on her picturesque face had long since disappeared. She clasped Aman's wrist, but looked at the duty officer on one side, "What happened? thing?"

The person on duty was frightened from the moment the girl appeared. At this time, he was glanced indifferently, and his heart slammed, and he quickly returned to his senses, "Qin... Qin, yes. This guest had a conflict with cleaning. The sewage in the bucket was knocked down and soiled the guest's shoes. She rushed to watch the catwalk and refused to accept the claim, so, so..."

  Afterwards, he didn't dare to say any more, any blind could see that the boss and the cleaning aunt knew each other.

  The group of people standing next to them was stunned in place, especially the cleaning of those bullies. Seeing the girl grasping Aman's hand, and thinking of the sound of President Qin, it only felt ridiculous.

"So, you let her squat down to polish shoes." Qin Qing accepted the remaining half sentence for him blankly, her expression was already cold, she looked at the parties present, and she finally turned her gaze. It fell on the person in front of him, "Aman, come on."

  The tone of neither light nor seriousness fell, mixed with the majesty unique to the superior, this is the noble and gentle manner that has been cultivated since childhood as the grandson of Qin's family.

Aman originally wanted to ask about what Mr. Qin meant, but now he was used to naturally lowering his head first, and said the matter first, "Just now a group of people came over. I knocked it down. I put the bucket at the bottom. I, I didn't mean it."

  Although the girl is not very old, she has a convincing momentum just standing there for no reason. Aman has taken care of her daily life for so many years, and in fact, he has also accepted her asylum many times.

  After Qin Qing listened, she looked down and saw the dust on her elbows and palm edges that had not yet been wiped clean. Suddenly, she turned around and asked inexplicably: "These days, you go out early and come back late. Are you here to work?"

Aman, whose thoughts were still on the previous topic, hadn't reacted yet, and nodded subconsciously, and then he froze his neck suddenly, and he wanted to explain, "No, Aqing, this is, this is my good sister. The company, I, I just came to help, just one day."

  It's okay if she didn't explain, the faces of everyone around her became a little weird as soon as she finished saying this.

  At this time, Tang Lin, who was standing not far away, walked over with interest, looked at the fat woman in front of him and asked: "Auntie, do you know who this company belongs to?"

who? Aman looked up and stared at the handsome and handsome young man in front of him. He was still in a panic. How could he answer this kind of question? He only vaguely remembered that this company was run by a young girl who was very talented.

"Hehe, although I don't know what you have misunderstood, but I can testify..." Tang Lin said, his voice paused, and he pointed his finger at the dignified girl in a long skirt, and then continued: "Qingcheng is Qin Qing's property, everything here belongs to her."

  Qingcheng is Qin Qing’s property.

  Everything here belongs to her.

  Aman froze there in a daze, as if he could not understand human words. His eyes were only looking straight at the girl, and after a long time he opened his mouth, "Aqing, is what he said is true?"

"It's true." Qin Qing gave an affirmative answer, still unable to hear the ups and downs in her voice, "This is the brand I created after I came out of Qin's house half a year ago. This is the third branch. Last time The clothes I brought back were designed and proofed here."

After Benben heard about her entrepreneurial experience from the girl, Aman’s eyes gradually returned to clarity. For a while, he was surprised and ashamed. He didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, and his face was flushed. "I, I just..."

   Then she knew what a ridiculous and awkward lie she had told.

"So, you do not come out to play in the morning and at night, but to work here. You don't have any little sisters in City C, right." Qin Qing didn't let her go, lowered her eyes and took her hand. While poking through the lies that she had concealed for a while, when she saw the wrinkled lines and wear in the palms, a trace of pain finally squeezed out from between her teeth uncontrollably, "It's simply It doesn’t matter that the little sister kindly gave you tickets, you bought them with the money you earned from your work, did you?"

  She never expected that she would run into Aman on such an occasion.

Just now, she was blocked by a few reporters and made a brief interview. She noticed the movement at the entrance before coming over to resolve the dispute. As soon as she moved away from the crowd, she saw that the woman surrounded by shoeshine was in a hurry in the morning. Going out to play in Oman, who doesn't even care about breakfast.

  Seeing this scene, Qin Qing couldn't understand how the other party was greedy and vague about getting up in the morning, and thinking about the ticket in his pocket, it was as hot as that piece of paper would burn her skin and flesh.

   Tens of millions of checks may be just a dispensable investment for her, but for a door of 3,000 yuan, for Oman, it is an amount that cannot be earned in a month of sweeping and mopping the floor.

"Aqing, don't be uncomfortable. I do this the same as what I did in the house." After all, Aman has been with the girl for more than ten years. How can I not see her anger and sadness at the moment, but I can see the surroundings. With more and more attention, she could only say a little comfort, and then lowered her voice, "A Qing, today is your good day, don't delay here, I'm fine, and I can go back by myself later."

  Speaking, she wanted to withdraw her hand when she gestured, otherwise she kept people watching the boss of a big company standing with her as a cleaner. How ugly.

  But as soon as she moved, Qin Qing couldn't help but grasped it more firmly, and she took out her veil and wiped her dirty palms on the spot.

  (End of this chapter)