Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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In the Hilton Hotel, the head of the cleaning team is one of Qin Guan’s personal tax return clients. Gossip is the favorite of Chinese and American women.

For them, all the plants and trees of the Hilton Hotel are under their own control, not to mention the large-scale replacement of decorations, such a large and cumbersome job?

The two women are pregnant with each other, and the price of each other has reached a psychological price limit acceptable to both parties.

At this time, Cong Nianwei stepped on Qin Guan's foot casually as she had told her when she went out.

Qin Guan, who was summoned, originally looked at the newspaper unattended, but at this time, he suddenly looked in the direction of Hilton, showing his first smile after coming here, and then Shi Shiran stood on the sofa Got up.

"You talk slowly, don't worry, I'll go to the pantry, hasn't Lan Jin been packed for so long? It's really incompetent."

"Oh, oh!"

Hilton, who was still in the air, was shocked by the warm smile. Suddenly fell into a state of dementia.

But Cong Nianwei behind it is very cunning to fill a list with a new price.

"Hilton, what do you think of this price? Is it more suitable than the previous match?"

Hilton, interrupted by Cong Nianwei's words, turned around reluctantly, looking at the freshly released price list, but he always couldn't calm down.

"Well, let me see..."

The quotation on hand has not been read carefully. The small door leading to the tea room was pushed by Qin Guan again.

"Lan Jin in the summer is still cooking some boiled water, I think you must not like it."

"Well, there is a tortoise paste made by him from the Chinese medicine doctor yesterday in the refrigerator. I don't know if you can get used to it at Hilton."

"But this is my family's great love."

Hilton saw Qin Guan with a smiling face at this time, and even the piece of paper in his hand seemed to be less important.

"What is Guiling ointment? Oriental refreshment? I think I'm willing to try...Uh~~"

The flattering words were only half said, and the tray in Qin Guan's hands was placed in front of the two girls.

well! very powerful!

Hilton discovered that the pile of small plates and bowls in front of her was very beautiful and delicate, but she didn't even know what was in them.

Wouldn't that so-called tortoise paste be this dark-looking thing?

The opposite Cong Nianwei seemed to see Hilton's embarrassment, squeezed his eyes hard towards Qin Guan, and then looked at the quotation in his hand again.

The opposite Qin Guan rolled his eyes reluctantly, and began to introduce it with all kinds of reluctance and all kinds of patience.

At the same time as he said, his movements did not stop.

He took the trembling upside down in the palm-sized celadon bowl, the crystal clear turtle paste gently, and then used his slender fingers to point to the remaining small dish and said.

"My hand is one of the Chinese lady's favorite snacks, Guiling ointment. In addition to its good taste, it also has the effect of nourishing yin and dryness, cooling blood and detoxifying."

"In summer, it is the best snack for refreshing the heat and cooling down. The turtle paste in my hand is not an ordinary product in Chinese supermarkets, but today you are lucky."

"Teacher of Chinese medicine in Chinatown, oh, that is a new client of my accounting firm, a special gift for Cong Nianwei, you must try it today."

"I don't know what kind of flavor do you like?" Qin Guan's fingers pointed to each dish with his introduction.

"This is traditional honey, this is condensed milk, this is coconut milk, which can be used to stir seasoning. Of course, there are some red beans that are boiled, and sugar osmanthus, you can mix them according to your preferences. ."

With the introduction of Qin Guan, Hilton watched the movement of his beautiful fingers, but became more and more obsessed.

"You made it for me, everything is delicious..."

The child is not saved...

The opposite Cong Nianwei shook his head, poured the honey on the Guiling paste in a car, and sat down with a spoon to eat it beautifully.

On the side, Qin Guan is a black line of mixing red bean honey and coconut milk for Hilton. I hope this rich taste can mask the bitterness of eating this food for the first time.

And when Hilton took over the small bowl handed over from Qin Guan, he knew he was worried. The **** the opposite side, staring at his face without blinking, would be full of three or two. A bowl of tortoise cream eats the tummy.

How do you taste her?

Where did she know that, like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, it disappeared instantly.

"Tasty?"

The chick nodded like rice.

Then came the most brilliant smile in the world.

The corners of Qin Guan's eyes were bent, but his eyes were like that, and his eyebrows were so smooth and clear.

Let this cool summer also soften a bit.

As soon as Cong Nianwei saw his strategy succeeded, he turned his attention again.

"How? The final plan?"

"Well, if there is no major problem in the procurement department, I can't think of a week when our legal counsel will hand over the contract."

Hilton no longer cares about her, the price is now close to the original psychological price, and now she does not have too much energy to continue arguing with Cong Nianwei for the two dates.

Because she has more important things to discuss with Qin Guan, in addition to the originally agreed to transfer the accounting work of the New York Hilton Hotel to Qin Guan's company.

When Cong Nianwei opposite satisfactorily collected the galleries, Hilton finally summoned up the courage to say the purpose of her trip.

"Mr. Qin Guan, I have a ruthless request here. I don't know if you can agree. Of course, if this matter needs to be contacted with your agent later, I have no opinion."

Opposite Cong Nianwei and Qin Guan froze for a moment, saying yes, let's go to the Hilton Hotel to discuss other business? Why is there another incident in the middle?

"It's like this. I don't know if you remember it. Well, there is a painter who gave you a business card at the Hilton Art Fair?"

"I don't know who you are talking about? It is true that every time I pass this street, I can receive a lot of strange business cards."

The questioned Qin Guan reluctantly pointed his finger toward the direction of the storage box at the corner of the table: "Well, those are the business cards I have received, and I haven't answered any of them." (To be continued.)