Chapter 373
"Oman, what are you doing?"
The familiar girl's voice sounded quietly, without a trace of emotional ups and downs, and could not hear happiness and anger. Although her voice was as gentle and elegant as ever, the strength in her hand was irresistible.
Oman, who was still holding a rag in his hand, suddenly widened his eyes and breathed involuntarily. His eyes swayed so fast that she saw a flower in front of her eyes. Only a dignified and noble face like a picture hit her heart like a giant axe.
"... ah Qing." it seemed as if it had been a century before Oman finally found his voice. The two words he opened his mouth were cutting his throat like a blade.
Qin Qing helped the man up from the ground with a little effort. The smile on her picturesque face had long disappeared. She clasped Oman's wrist, but her eyes looked at the attendant on one side, "what happened?"
The officer on duty was scared silly from the moment the girl appeared. At this time, she was given a salty glance, suddenly hit a bump in her heart, and quickly returned to her mind. "President Qin... President Qin, it was the guest who had a little conflict with cleaning. The sewage in the bucket was knocked down and soiled the guest's shoes. She hurried to watch the show and refused to accept the claim, so..."
Later, he did not dare to say any more. Any blind man could see that his boss knew this cleaning aunt.
And a circle of people standing next to him had long been stunned in the same place, especially the group of bullies. Looking at the girl holding Oman's hand and thinking of the sound of President Qin, I only felt extremely absurd.
"So, you let her squat down and polish her shoes." Qin Qing took the remaining half sentence for him without expression. Her voice and color were cold. She looked at the parties present. Finally, she looked at the people in front of her, "Oman, come on."
Not light but not heavy, mixed with the dignity only belonging to the superior. This is the nobility and bearing cultivated as the eldest son of the Qin family.
Oman wanted to ask about the meaning of President Qin, but now he used to naturally lower his head and say things first, "just now a group of people came, I was knocked down before I reacted. I put the bucket in the innermost place. I, I didn't mean to."
Although the girl is young, just standing there gives rise to a convincing momentum for no reason. Oman has taken care of her daily life for so many years. In fact, she is receiving her asylum many times.
After hearing this, Qin Qing looked down and saw the dust on the edge of her elbow and palm that had not been wiped clean. Suddenly, the conversation turned and asked vaguely, "you go out early and return late these days. Is this where you work?"
Oman, who was still thinking about the last topic, nodded subconsciously. Then he suddenly stiffened his neck and wanted to explain, "no, ah Qing, this is, this is my good sister's company. I, I just came to help, just one day."
She didn't explain. As soon as she said this, the faces of the people around her became a little strange.
At this time, Tang Lin, standing not far away, came over with great interest, looked at the fat woman in front of him and asked, "aunt, do you know who owns this company?"
Whose? Oman looked up at the handsome young man in front of him. His mind was still in panic. How could he answer this question? He only vaguely remembered that the company was opened by a little girl and was very talented.
"Ha ha, although I don't know what you misunderstood, I can testify..." Tang Lin said here, paused, stressed and stretched out his fingers to the girl in a long dress. Then he continued: "Qingcheng is Qin Qing's industry. Everything here is hers."
Qingcheng is Qin Qing's industry.
Everything here is hers.
Oman stood there stunned, as if he couldn't understand people's words. He just looked straight at the girl and opened his mouth for a while. "Ah Qing, is what he said true?"
"It's true." Qin Qing gave a positive answer. He still couldn't hear the ups and downs in his voice. "This is the brand I founded after coming out of the Qin family six months ago. This is the third branch. The clothes I brought back last time were designed and proofed here."
After finishing the book, I heard her entrepreneurial experience from the girl's mouth. Oman's eyes gradually recovered their clarity. For a time, they were surprised and ashamed. They didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Their faces were red again, "I, I just..."
Only then did she realize what a ridiculous and clumsy lie she had told.
"So, you go out early and come back late every day, not to play, but to work here. You don't have any little sisters in C City, do you?" Qin Qing didn't let her go. She lowered her eyes, pulled up her hand and pierced her lies word by word. When she saw the wrinkled lines and wear in the palms, A trace of deep emotion finally squeezed out from between your teeth, "there is no so-called little sister who kindly gave you tickets. You bought them with the money you earned from your work, didn't you?"
She never expected to run into Oman on such an occasion.
Just now, she was blocked by several reporters for a brief interview. She noticed the movement at the entrance and came to try to resolve the dispute. As soon as she pushed aside the crowd, she saw that the woman who was surrounded by the middle to polish her shoes was Oman who was eager to go out in the morning and couldn't even care about breakfast.
Seeing this scene, Qin Qing could not understand the other party's vague behavior from morning to night. When he thought of the ticket in his pocket, it was as hot as the paper would burn her skin and flesh.
Tens of millions of cheques may be a dispensable investment for her, but a 3000 yuan door is an amount Oman can't earn in sweeping and mopping the floor in a month.
"Ah Qing, don't feel bad. I'm doing the same thing as I did in the house before." Oman, after all, has been living with the girl day and night for more than ten years. She can't see her anger and sadness at the moment, but seeing more and more attention around, she can only be relieved, 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."
Then she tried to pull her hand back, or it would be ugly to see the boss of a big company standing with a cleaner.
But as soon as she moved, Qin Qing couldn't help saying that she caught her more firmly, and took out her own handkerchief and wiped the dirty palm of her hand on the spot.
The familiar girl's voice sounded quietly, without a trace of emotional ups and downs, and could not hear happiness and anger. Although her voice was as gentle and elegant as ever, the strength in her hand was irresistible.
Oman, who was still holding a rag in his hand, suddenly widened his eyes and breathed involuntarily. His eyes swayed so fast that she saw a flower in front of her eyes. Only a dignified and noble face like a picture hit her heart like a giant axe.
"... ah Qing." it seemed as if it had been a century before Oman finally found his voice. The two words he opened his mouth were cutting his throat like a blade.
Qin Qing helped the man up from the ground with a little effort. The smile on her picturesque face had long disappeared. She clasped Oman's wrist, but her eyes looked at the attendant on one side, "what happened?"
The officer on duty was scared silly from the moment the girl appeared. At this time, she was given a salty glance, suddenly hit a bump in her heart, and quickly returned to her mind. "President Qin... President Qin, it was the guest who had a little conflict with cleaning. The sewage in the bucket was knocked down and soiled the guest's shoes. She hurried to watch the show and refused to accept the claim, so..."
Later, he did not dare to say any more. Any blind man could see that his boss knew this cleaning aunt.
And a circle of people standing next to him had long been stunned in the same place, especially the group of bullies. Looking at the girl holding Oman's hand and thinking of the sound of President Qin, I only felt extremely absurd.
"So, you let her squat down and polish her shoes." Qin Qing took the remaining half sentence for him without expression. Her voice and color were cold. She looked at the parties present. Finally, she looked at the people in front of her, "Oman, come on."
Not light but not heavy, mixed with the dignity only belonging to the superior. This is the nobility and bearing cultivated as the eldest son of the Qin family.
Oman wanted to ask about the meaning of President Qin, but now he used to naturally lower his head and say things first, "just now a group of people came, I was knocked down before I reacted. I put the bucket in the innermost place. I, I didn't mean to."
Although the girl is young, just standing there gives rise to a convincing momentum for no reason. Oman has taken care of her daily life for so many years. In fact, she is receiving her asylum many times.
After hearing this, Qin Qing looked down and saw the dust on the edge of her elbow and palm that had not been wiped clean. Suddenly, the conversation turned and asked vaguely, "you go out early and return late these days. Is this where you work?"
Oman, who was still thinking about the last topic, nodded subconsciously. Then he suddenly stiffened his neck and wanted to explain, "no, ah Qing, this is, this is my good sister's company. I, I just came to help, just one day."
She didn't explain. As soon as she said this, the faces of the people around her became a little strange.
At this time, Tang Lin, standing not far away, came over with great interest, looked at the fat woman in front of him and asked, "aunt, do you know who owns this company?"
Whose? Oman looked up at the handsome young man in front of him. His mind was still in panic. How could he answer this question? He only vaguely remembered that the company was opened by a little girl and was very talented.
"Ha ha, although I don't know what you misunderstood, I can testify..." Tang Lin said here, paused, stressed and stretched out his fingers to the girl in a long dress. Then he continued: "Qingcheng is Qin Qing's industry. Everything here is hers."
Qingcheng is Qin Qing's industry.
Everything here is hers.
Oman stood there stunned, as if he couldn't understand people's words. He just looked straight at the girl and opened his mouth for a while. "Ah Qing, is what he said true?"
"It's true." Qin Qing gave a positive answer. He still couldn't hear the ups and downs in his voice. "This is the brand I founded after coming out of the Qin family six months ago. This is the third branch. The clothes I brought back last time were designed and proofed here."
After finishing the book, I heard her entrepreneurial experience from the girl's mouth. Oman's eyes gradually recovered their clarity. For a time, they were surprised and ashamed. They didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Their faces were red again, "I, I just..."
Only then did she realize what a ridiculous and clumsy lie she had told.
"So, you go out early and come back late every day, not to play, but to work here. You don't have any little sisters in C City, do you?" Qin Qing didn't let her go. She lowered her eyes, pulled up her hand and pierced her lies word by word. When she saw the wrinkled lines and wear in the palms, A trace of deep emotion finally squeezed out from between your teeth, "there is no so-called little sister who kindly gave you tickets. You bought them with the money you earned from your work, didn't you?"
She never expected to run into Oman on such an occasion.
Just now, she was blocked by several reporters for a brief interview. She noticed the movement at the entrance and came to try to resolve the dispute. As soon as she pushed aside the crowd, she saw that the woman who was surrounded by the middle to polish her shoes was Oman who was eager to go out in the morning and couldn't even care about breakfast.
Seeing this scene, Qin Qing could not understand the other party's vague behavior from morning to night. When he thought of the ticket in his pocket, it was as hot as the paper would burn her skin and flesh.
Tens of millions of cheques may be a dispensable investment for her, but a 3000 yuan door is an amount Oman can't earn in sweeping and mopping the floor in a month.
"Ah Qing, don't feel bad. I'm doing the same thing as I did in the house before." Oman, after all, has been living with the girl day and night for more than ten years. She can't see her anger and sadness at the moment, but seeing more and more attention around, she can only be relieved, 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."
Then she tried to pull her hand back, or it would be ugly to see the boss of a big company standing with a cleaner.
But as soon as she moved, Qin Qing couldn't help saying that she caught her more firmly, and took out her own handkerchief and wiped the dirty palm of her hand on the spot.