Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

"Aman, what are you doing?"

The familiar girl's voice sounded clear and faint, without a trace of emotional ups and downs, and no emotion or anger could be heard. Although her voice was as gentle and elegant as ever, the strength in her hands carried an aura that could not be resisted.

Oman, who was still holding a rag in his hand, suddenly widened his eyes, and his breathing became involuntarily rapid. The sight that swam too fast dazzled her eyes, only a picture-like dignified and noble face was like a giant axe It hit her heart hard.

"...Ah Qing." It seemed as if a century had passed before Oman finally found his own voice, but the two words he opened his mouth were cutting his throat like a blade in his mouth, hoarse Out of shape.

Qin Qing used a little strength to help him up from the ground, and the smile on his picturesque face had long since disappeared. She clasped Oman's wrist, but looked at the staff on duty, "What happened?" thing?"

The officer on duty had been frightened and foolish since the moment the girl appeared. At this moment, he was glanced at indifferently, and his heart suddenly shuddered, and he quickly recovered, "Qin... President Qin, yes This guest had a conflict with the cleaning, the sewage in the bucket was knocked down, staining the guest's shoes, she was rushing to watch the catwalk show and refused to accept the claim, so, so..."

He didn't dare to say anything later, even the blind man could tell that his boss knew this cleaning aunt.

The group of people standing next to him were already stunned, especially the group of bullying cleaners. Seeing the girl holding Aman's hand, and thinking of Mr. Qin's voice, they felt extremely absurd.

"So, you let her squat down to shine shoes for others." Qin Qing finished the remaining half of the sentence for him expressionlessly, her voice was already cold, she looked around the parties present, and finally turned her eyes It fell on the person in front of him, "Aman, tell me."

His tone was neither light nor heavy, mixed with the majesty that only belonged to the superiors. This was the nobility and demeanor that had been cultivated since childhood as the grandson of Qin's parents.

Aman originally wanted to ask Mr. Qin what he meant, but now he was used to lowering his head first, and told the matter first, "A group of people came over just now, and I was caught before I could react." Knocked down, I put the bucket on the inside, I, I didn't mean it."

Although the girl is not very old, just standing there gives off a convincing aura for no reason. Aman has taken care of her daily life for so many years, and actually accepts her protection many times.

After Qin Qing listened, she lowered her eyes to see the dust on her elbows and the edges of her palms that hadn't been wiped off. She suddenly changed the subject and asked in a vague way, "You go out early and come back late these days, so you're working here?"

Aman, who was still thinking about the last topic, nodded subconsciously before he could react, and then suddenly realized that he froze his neck, trying to explain, "No, Ah Qing, this is, this is my good sister company, me, I’m just here to help, just for one day.”

It was fine if she didn't explain, but after she finished speaking, the faces of the people around her became a little weird.

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

who? Aman looked up at the handsome young man in front of him in a daze, his thoughts were still in 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 misunderstanding you have, but I can testify..." Tang Lin paused when he said this, and pointed at the dignified girl in a long skirt with emphasis, before continuing: "Qingcheng is Qin Qing's property, and everything here belongs to her."

Allure is Qin Qing's property.

Everything here belongs to her.

Aman froze there in a daze, as if he couldn't understand human words, his eyes just looked at the girl straightly, and he opened his mouth after a while, "Ah Qing, is what he said true?"

"It's true." Qin Qing gave an affirmative answer, and the ups and downs of emotion still could not be heard in her voice, "This is the brand I founded after I left the Qin family half a year ago. This is the third branch. The clothes I brought back were designed and sampled here."

After finishing the book and hearing her entrepreneurial experience from the girl, Oman's eyes gradually regained clarity. He was surprised and ashamed for a while, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and his face was flushed again. "I, I just..."

Only then did she realize what a ridiculous and clumsy lie she had told.

"So, you come here to work instead of going out early and returning late every day. You don't have any little sisters in City C, right." Qin Qing didn't let her go, she lowered her eyes and took her hand , while puncturing the lies she had been covering up for a while, seeing the wrinkled lines and wear on those palms, a trace of painful emotion finally squeezed out from between her teeth, "It's not at all. There is no such thing as a little sister kindly giving you tickets, you bought them with the money you earned from your work, right?"

In any case, she never thought that she would run into Aman on such an occasion.

Just now she was blocked by several reporters for a brief interview, and she came over to resolve the dispute after noticing the movement at the entrance, but as soon as she cleared the crowd, she saw the woman who was surrounded by shoeshine in the morning. Oman who wants to go out to play and doesn't even care about breakfast.

Seeing this scene, how could Qin Qing not understand the other party's ambiguous behavior from getting up early and being late at night, and thinking of the ticket in her pocket, it was as hot as if that piece of paper would burn her flesh.

A check of tens of millions may be a dispensable investment for her, but a door of 3,000 yuan is an amount that Oman cannot earn by sweeping and mopping the floor for a month.

"Ah Qing, don't feel bad. What I do is the same as what I used to do in the house." After all, Oman has been with the girl for more than ten years, how can he not see her anger and sadness at the moment, but seeing the surroundings As more and more eyes came to pay attention, she could only comfort her briefly, and then lowered her voice, "Ah Qing, today is a good day for you, don't delay here, I'm fine, I can go back by myself later."

As she said that, she made a gesture and wanted to withdraw her hand, otherwise it would be unsightly for people to see the boss of a big company standing with her as a cleaner.

But as soon as she made a move, Qin Qing couldn't help but grasp it more firmly, and even took out his handkerchief to wipe her dirty palms on the spot.