The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 227 Cao Qiulan Humiliated

Cao Qiulan is a simple woman. Even though she knows that she is definitely not as rich as other people at this kind of banquet, she still knows the common sense etiquette of giving gifts on birthdays, and it is her daughter's wish, so she should not be timid.

With such thoughts in mind, she mustered up the courage to pass the things over.

The simple and elegant death is tightly tied with a beautiful knot, clean and simple, if it is placed in the home of ordinary people in the capital, it may be regarded as a decent gift, but at this time, at a banquet with tens of thousands of banquets, a small gift box , looks shabby and ridiculous.

After receiving Han Yan's instructions, Leng Yuexin had already stood up from her seat, and came up to her, "Hehe, Auntie, let me see, what delicious food did your daughter cook?"

"Hey, thank you, thank you little girl." Because of her low self-esteem, Cao Qiulan didn't dare to raise her head to face the gazes of the crowd, and it was embarrassing to stand by herself. At this time, a girl with a nice voice came forward to help her. Full of gratitude.

The gift box was taken over and placed beside Mrs. Cao, on the edge of the table, while Leng Yuexin opened the box, she still praised there, "Oh, it's so carefully packaged, I don't think this silk scarf is cheap Bar."

"Yes, yes." Cao Qiulan answered every question. When someone praised the packaging, a simple and honest smile appeared on her face, "A kind boy took me to buy this. He said it was a famous brand, and it cost fifty per piece. .”

As soon as she relaxed, she spoke quickly. After she finished talking about the price, she heard a few laughs not far away from the venue, and her heart tightened, knowing that she had done something wrong.

"One fifty? Hehe, it's really expensive. Where did Auntie come from?" Leng Yuexin didn't seem to mind at all, unpacking things slowly, and asked as if to relieve embarrassment.

Cao Qiulan shrank her neck, she didn't dare to speak any faster at the moment, and replied timidly: "Luo Province, Lincheng, is relatively remote, you may not have heard of it."

Hearing this, the laughter on the scene suddenly stopped, and the atmosphere became a little subtle again.

They have heard of Lincheng, Los Angeles, and not long ago.

Cao Qiulan didn't know what she said wrong. At this time, she saw that the gift box had been opened, and there were round and soft pastries lying in the box, without any decorations, placed on the table with dark glaze patterns. , looked bleak.

Leng Yuexin laughed softly, her voice still a bit surprised, "Hehe, it turns out that it is really a pastry. Auntie really has a heart, but I don't know if it has a shelf life?" Leng Yuexin's words on the other side had already pointed sharply to the other side, "I heard that Yuncheng is not far from Lincheng. You should eat a lot of this kind of pastry, right? Song Ye, Auntie brought some snacks. Do you know what gift you brought to the old lady?"

Hearing this, Cao Qiulan could no longer restrain her drooping gaze, she raised her head suddenly, and saw Song Ye standing two meters away on the opposite side, who had been together on the train for three days, she opened her mouth, I wanted to ask her why she was here, but the crisp sound of ceramics hitting the ground made her tremble, and when she looked back, her carefully prepared box of pastries had already been smashed to the ground.

Mrs. Cao sat upright on the seat, retracted her hand, her old face was still calm, "Yue Xin, it's not safe to leave things there. But forget it, it's not something that can be put on the table, it will be broken if it breaks." , someone will clean it up later.”

The old lady's carelessness made it so amazing that Leng Yuexin admired her so much. After she responded sweetly, she didn't even give Cao Qiulan a word of comfort.

The honest lady stood there in a daze, her heart was piercingly cold. The cakes made by her daughter who stayed up all night, and the gifts she had been hungry for three days on the train, were just thrown away as garbage that could not be put on the table. on the ground.

"Auntie..." Cao Qiulan yelled.

Mrs. Cao interrupted her in an instant, "Okay, I'm not your aunt because of my appearance, I'm not your aunt, go down and get the money and go, not just anyone in the Qin family can climb high started."

Indeed, the relationship between Mrs. Cao and Cao Qiulan has gone full circle, and the seniority is not clear. The name "auntie" is just an intimate name.Before, she felt that the other party sincerely invited her, even if the mountains and rivers were far away, she would have to come over, but she never thought that she would face such a confrontation.

With the conscience of heaven and earth, she never thought of coming to cling to the Qin family, nor did she come here to be a beggar.

She who was always talkative and nagging was so wronged at this moment that she couldn't speak. This was the first time she wanted to cry since she took on the responsibility of carrying a house.

Laymen watch the fun, but insiders watch the doorway.

Many of the guests present were old, treacherous and cunning wandering around the mall, so how could they not see Madam Cao's innuendo today.

She wasn't targeting Cao Qiulan, but Song Ye, who also came from the countryside and had no identity background. She clings to the powerful and cannot get on the stage. All these words are for Song Ye.

Cao Qiulan never imagined that this trip to Beijing was just a pawn used by Mrs. Cao, a scheming woman, to trample on Song Ye's self-esteem. She gritted her teeth, blushed, and finally said the only sentence tonight If you have confidence, "I didn't want to covet a penny from your Qin family. I will take away my things myself." After finishing speaking, the woman squatted down her fat body, endured her heartache and humiliation, and picked up the things scattered on the ground. pastry.

At this point in the play, the main character should be replaced. Mrs. Cao looked coldly at Song Ye from the corner of her eyes. She opened her mouth to continue singing, but she suddenly saw her move. She lifted her foot and her leather shoes stepped on the smooth surface. There was a crisp rattling sound on the floor until it stopped beside Cao Qiulan.

Cao Qiulan only saw a pair of white leather shoes parked in front of her, and then the owner of the shoes squatted down and reached out to take her pastry.When she looked up again, she saw that familiar face, "Song Ye..." She never expected that there would be someone willing to lend a helping hand to her under such circumstances.

But the next second, in front of so many guests, Song Ye put the cloud cotton cake that fell on the ground into his mouth. Just as Cao Qiulan was about to stop her and told her that it was dirty, don't eat it, when she heard that the cake was gone After being swallowed, the young man's cold and peaceful voice resounded throughout the hall, "Aunt Qiulan, face is never given by others."

Whether others think highly of you or not, the key is to think highly of yourself.

These words were resounding, echoed in the banquet hall for a long time, and it was like a heavy slap, slapped on everyone's faces.

(End of this chapter)