After Becoming a Little |

Muscular sister Gui Aige pulled his left foot, subconsciously turned to look at the people around him.

Aunt Chen kept squatting on the ground, pursed her lips, took a deep breath, went forward to help the second young master of the Nan family up her upper body, and looked into the pupils of the other party.

Panicked, dazed, horrified—but at least he wasn't frightened to the point of being distracted.

She shook him lightly: "Second Young Master... Second Young Master? It's all right——"

So in the next second, the second young master of the Nan family shook his head subconsciously like a drowning person suddenly waking up, and took a deep breath convulsively.

Alicia blinked and looked at the two women.

If she hadn't loosened her feet, let alone the muscular sister Gui Aige, even if an African elephant helped to pull her, it would be nothing more than a two-slave life.

But she really didn't expect that this woman could show such a calm and present ability at such a time.

interesting...really interesting...

She patted the ash on her hands. This was the first SSR she saw in Blue Star, but even though the light of the other party's soul was so dim, she still had the calmness and leeway of being a boss.

At this time, those dandy servants just woke up like a dream, and rushed over to squeeze beside the second young master of the Nan family: "Second young master! Second young master, are you alright?"

"Second Young Master, did you get hurt anywhere?"

"Doctor! Call the doctor!"

Aunt Chen was pushed away, and there was even a small movement of a dude pushing her away fiercely with his shoulders. The gloomy expression in that expression was not because he hated the other party, but rather regretted why he couldn't be like the other party. Shot at the critical moment, staged a wave of rescue drama.

Aunt Chen didn't say anything, she just stepped back and straightened her wet hair. The middle-aged woman's not-so-beautiful face was a little tired, and there was some emotion in her eyes that might be embarrassment.

She thought for a while, walked up to Aliya, and said in a low voice, "The Nan family...is very powerful. If your family has any relationship, it's best to use it as soon as possible..."

These words may be a bit rambling, but she could tell that the rage of the young girl in front of her was not impulsive, but also carried a certain intriguing sense of confidence.

But why?Why?

She couldn't figure it out, so she could only remind her temporarily, lest the other party's self-righteousness would lead to a tragic end.

Today, if someone is really going to be killed, or seriously injured, it is a big event that cannot be ended, but if it stops now, it can still be called a farce. If her parents or elders of a higher level If there is any power, then turn it around and characterize it as a fight between juniors, maybe it will be suppressed.

Aliya nodded, but answered irrelevantly: "What do you do for work?"

"...Huh?" Aunt Chen was stunned for a moment, looked at Alia's face, and met the pair of phoenix eyes full of interest: "Me?"

"Correct."

"I... just a broker."

"No, I'm not asking you now, I'm talking about the past." Aliya waved her hand: "Back then, once, in the past, earlier...you can say whatever you want, you know what I'm asking."

She said so, pointing to the silly penguin face of the second young master of the Nan family: "Some things, some reactions, don't happen casually."

"When I was young, I used to work in a private company in a management position."

"Oh, it's quite a high position, isn't it?"

"...the president of the local region."

"If you count by your age, earlier..." Aliya tapped her finger on the table lightly, thoughtfully: "That is really a rare thing. What happened later? Why didn't you do it?"

The other person is middle-aged and looks to be in his 40s, and the so-called youth, I think it was around the millennium. At that time, she was a woman, and she was still very young, and she could be the president of a local region. ——The statement of the president of the local region itself shows the multinational background of the company, and it is afraid that it is not a small one.

"Some things happened later, so I didn't do it." Aunt Chen smiled: "The things I learned were actually in the industry. After I couldn't continue, I came out to find another job, and now I'm working as a broker. "

There wasn't much explanation, and there wasn't much meaning of entanglement. Although she could hear that Aliya was interested in her, there were some things she didn't intend to confess as plainly as complaints.

It’s okay to say that she has a calm temperament, or that she can’t trust a yellow-haired girl like Aliya—but in the final analysis, it can be seen that she does not intend to entrust her past to others’ sympathy or whim. It is difficult for ordinary people to do.

A guy who can unscrupulously beat the wealthy son on the ground, no matter how he fights, can be regarded as a life-saving straw for her current level.

But she didn't want to stand on which side. She didn't want to take credit for saving the second young master before. She probably still had a kind of "do your part". Maybe it would be best to resolve the conflict between the second young master of the Nan family and the SH combination, but even It can't be resolved, and the other party will no longer have the energy to toss about things here. It is enough to pick out the people on his side.

Aliya nodded and said nothing - this is a person who will not stand in line blindly, has experienced strong winds and waves, and sees things deeply.

So she laughed again, and patted Aunt Chen on the shoulder old-fashionedly: "You are very nice... Let's sit down and have a cup of tea when we are free, and have a good chat."

Aunt Chen opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

With the appearance of the other party, when he said these words, he really had a sense of disobedience that did not match his age, but that majestic demeanor made her feel that the other party's behavior was taken for granted.

If I have to say it, it's probably like... like a super boss in a girly appearance?

She wandered around the other party's body strangely, then retracted immediately, lowered her eyes and stopped talking.

A dandy follower glared at him angrily, as if he wanted to express his loyalty, he pointed at Alia: "Do you know that you hit—"

Then the girl who was still smiling sweetly at Aunt Chen one second, grabbed a file board next to her and threw it at the next second: "Give your mother a cake!"

The A4 paper on the file board was churning, like the wings of a white dove, and it slammed into the opponent's face in a circular arc. It was accompanied by the cracking sound of the nasal bone, which was frightening to hear.

"Finger at me? Do you dare to point at me?" The girl picked up the heavy high-backed chair next to her like a madman, and hit the dude heavily on the ground: "My dad didn't even point at me! What do you mean?" what?!"

"boom----"

The muffled sound was like beating a drum, shaking everyone's eardrums.

For a moment, the audience was silent.

Aliya let go of the chair, as if she had just reacted, with a little shyness on her cheeks, she adjusted her clothes carefully: "Sorry, sorry... I didn't pay attention just now, and I snatched you, what kind of second young master?" The main line is that this brother's squatting posture is too punctual, and I couldn't hold back."

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly squatted down too, helped up the dude who was covering his face, and his nose was still dripping with blood, and said softly, "Good brother, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

The latter's eyes were a little frightened, his throat rolled and made a grunting sound, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a while.

As a result, the girl's phoenix eyes became cold again, her willow eyebrows stood up, and she smashed her delicate fist sideways, and knocked the opponent to the ground with a straight right uppercut: "I'm asking you! I'm asking you It didn't hurt anywhere! Why didn't you answer me?"

"Why don't you talk?!" She punched and kicked at the other party angrily: "Why! Why! Why didn't you answer me! Are you looking down on me! Are you looking down on me! Say it!"

That movement, which seemed to be full of punches and embroidered legs, hit a big man who was about 1.8 meters tall and curled up on the ground like a cooked shrimp.

After a while, the tired girl wiped off the thin sweat that didn't exist on her forehead, straightened the bun on the back of her head, and explained to the dudes with an apologetic expression: "Just now I saw that you beat me up. It was such a good time, especially when he—”

She put her hands down from the back of her head, spread them out, and said earnestly: "I want to try it too. Everyone looks happy, but I don't think it's very happy... Do you think it's fun?"

Crazy...retarded...brain-dead...

All kinds of evaluations are churning in the hearts of the servants. If the other party is a man, then most of them will feel that the other party is gloomy and saying strange things, but the girl in front of her has a delicate face and a clear voice, uttering such words, so some kind of The sense of astonishment intertwined with coldness and absurdity spread, spread, and spread like tarsus maggots all of a sudden...

At this time, they only felt that their Tianling Gai was numb.

This is... a neurosis...

Aliya straightened up, put her hips on her hips and breathed out, as if she had just moved her body, her expression gradually became clear.

"Tsk—" she smacked her lips: "I admit that exercising is really good for the body and mind..."

"clang--"

There was the sound of something being hit, in the direction of the door.

So those people who were crowded at the door and looked in looked back subconsciously. They just stomped on the door frame, and the girl who made a weird sound was about to cry: "I...I..."

Aliya turned around and looked at the door, those people looked in with wide eyes, and there was great astonishment in their big eyes.

Oh, and a little scary...

Tsk tsk tsk, it must be the Second Young Master who frightened them, really, it's a good centennial celebration, and it's scary to come here.

Fortunately, there was a messenger of justice like myself, and he talked about physics with the other party in time, interrupting his evil deeds.

So the girl smiled gently and waved her hands: "Go and get busy, what are you all doing here? Go quickly..."

Someone's Adam's apple twitched, and he retracted his head blankly. The girl who was almost crying was dragged back by her companions. The door of the management room was closed, and the sound of carefully closing the door was like a kind of moving. The piety of a work of art.

Aliya began to miss little Taoist Liguang, she is not here now, if she were, she should be very considerate to wipe her hands at this moment, and drink a cup of warm tea to moisten her throat and so on.

Oh, what a depravity, a depravity, a rotten little bourgeois life...

Someone came over and gently helped her straighten her sleeves. She subconsciously turned her head to look over, and saw the calm expression of Bai Jin Abai.

"Do you want to tell the chairman about this matter?" Bai Jin took out his handkerchief, held Alia's hand, and wiped the mud on the back of her hand: "I haven't told them yet."

"..." Aliya blinked, turned her eyes and glanced at the gang of dudes: "Let's talk later... make me a cup of tea, thank you."

"Okay." Bai Jin nodded, and stepped back to pour tea for her, but looked back at the eyes of those dudes, as if looking at the dead bones in a cold tomb.

She knows some people—the other person may not know her, or they may not remember her, but she still has a little impression of her.

There is a difference in levels in things like circles. If it is said that Aliya's family's Lia Fund and the Song family are already top-level behemoths, then the Nan family is not far behind.

But the ones who have come down, those dandy followers and so on, are probably similar to Xu Shao, or not as good as Xu Shao. The family has a certain industry, but there is no core competitiveness. The face of the boss of the industry chain is mixed with the existence of soup.

As for the lower level, it is the kind of Ah Jag, who has a so-called billionaire net worth, is a bit rich, and can be honored as a young master or a young master in front of ordinary people, but in comparison, it is often not enough. level.

None of these dandies could fight against the Lia Fund—or even the Nan family would be more afraid than others when facing a new and powerful force like the Lia Fund.

Therefore, Abai, who worships money, is not afraid of the opponent's attack at all, and even has a faint pleasure.

It's just that this kind of pleasure was immediately suppressed by her. The great horror between life and death before and after the Poseidon hadn't fully digested the transformation and precipitation brought to her, and these experiences will benefit her life after all.

Arya gathered her cloak and pulled out a chair.

This movement of hers, accompanied by the rubbing sound of the chair being pulled on the ground, made all the dandies tremble like frightened birds, and several even subconsciously moved their bodies, almost jumping up.

So Aliya smiled very friendly, sat on the chair, and knocked on the table: "Sit down, let's have a good talk."

A kind of dude looked at each other in blank dismay. The second young master they were leading was still in a daze, presumably he hadn't recovered from the shock of being almost crushed to death before.

The gold worshiper Abai brought warm tea, Aliya took a sip, smacked her lips, and then stood up holding the teacup.

The dandy, a servant, just watched her stand up again and walk over, skillfully pouring the rest of the tea on the second young master's face.

Oh, I am sober now.

After the second young master of the Nan family came back to his senses, he looked at the girl in front of him with terrified eyes: "You...you..."

"I don't want you, you, sit down, and tell me where I went wrong." Aliya handed the empty cup back to the gold worshiper beside her: "Don't waste the cup, take care of the environment, just use this to continue soaking .”

Also love the environment...

The sense of absurdity that separates reality is getting heavier and heavier, and the servants feel that they are simply doing some absurd nightmare, and the protagonist in the nightmare is the super monster in the skin of a beautiful girl in front of them.

Where is Salted Egg Superman?Where does the card of justice come from?Golden Armored Warrior!Armor Warrior!help--

But it didn't, the righteous monster sat down again, and the innocent victim subconsciously sat opposite, looking over with pitiful little eyes.

If you really want to talk about fighting or fighting, in fact, these poor-eyed guys are not afraid—or in theory, they are not afraid.

They were seven or eight big men, and there was a young girl opposite, who seemed powerless, her fist was only as big as a custard bag.