Until Zhan Qi left the store, the three women standing in place didn't react to what had just happened, and the most shocked person was naturally Song Qingge.

He really fulfilled his words, and in the end he still bought the clothes, but he deliberately named and credited the commission to someone else's name.

Su Xin had already shouted in surprise, and even shouted that she had met a male god today, and she couldn't say anything excitedly. And Song Qingge was surprised, he always humiliated her with revenge, he could subvert a person's hard work and feelings with a casual word, which was like this before.

The store manager walked over to her worriedly and asked incomprehensibly, "Xiao Song, why did you offend that customer?" Why is he so upset with you? ”

Song Qingge was a little puzzled, "What do you mean?" ”

"Look at this."

The store manager handed her a notebook in his hand, and after seeing the words on it, Song Qingge was immediately stunned on the spot.

It is the customer rating feedback, which is divided into four levels of ABCD, A is the most satisfied, and D is the most dissatisfied. And on the line behind Song Qingge's name, there is a big D written on it, and there are even six big words: bad service attitude.

The store manager glanced at her sympathetically, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Hey, our line of work is not good, and if you say something wrong, it may make people unhappy, you have to be careful in the future." I can't keep this matter a secret for you, tomorrow the boss comes, and he will definitely be angry. Explain it to you then. ”

The manager shook his head and returned to the counter.

was ridiculed, humiliated, and generously gave the fruits of her labor to others, and in the end he felt that it was not enough, and even gave her a fatal blow.

On the way home, at the thought of facing the ridicule of his colleagues and the reprimand of his boss tomorrow, Song Qingge suddenly felt a headache, and his right ear began to habitually ring in the ears again.

The remnant sun was like blood, and she turned her head to look at the sun that had set, and it was a little dazzling, just like the hot pool of blood on her body back then...... She looked at it, and suddenly regretted it, why didn't she die in the first place?

If you die, you don't have to suffer such a bullying again.

If you die, you can be a hundred.

"Mom—"

A glutinous child's voice pulled back Song Qingge's thoughts, and before she could look back, she had already been pounced on by a little guy and hugged her.

She looked down and saw that a little girl with a child's flower hair was hugging her thighs tightly, looking up and smiling at her, "Mom, are you off work?" ”

Song Qingge looked at the daughter in front of him, his eyes suddenly became hot, and he was annoyed by the pessimistic thoughts he had just had. Yes, she still knows, and her daughter, how can she be so selfish and want to die?

Snorting, Song Qingge squatted down and picked her up and walked to the unit building, "Did you obediently do it today?" ”

"Yes, I did handicrafts in the kindergarten today, and the teacher praised me!"

"That's amazing, then go back and let Mom see what you've done."

The mother and daughter went home with a smile, and when they passed the first floor, a seventy-year-old mother-in-law came out and shouted to her, "Ah, Xiao Song is back." ”

"Grandma Li." Song Qingge put down the child and thanked her: "Thank you for helping me pick up school every day." ”

Knowing that she is five years old this year, she has no money to send her children to a good kindergarten, so she can only reluctantly send them to a private kindergarten in the community. And the grandson of Grandma Li's family on the first floor happened to follow a class, and when she went to work, thanks to Grandma Li picking up the child for her.

"No thanks, no thanks, drop by. Would you like to come to my house for some zongzi? It's the Dragon Boat Festival soon, and I just wrapped it. ”

"No, thank you." Song Qingge smiled politely, "I'll just make her some bone broth." ”

"Oh yes, Xiao Song." Grandma Li said and walked out of the house, glanced at Zhizhi, and said to her in a low voice: "The kindergarten teacher said that I had convulsions again today, and it is not okay to go on like this, you have to take the child to see a doctor quickly." ”

Song Qingge's heart tightened, and it took a long time to reluctantly smile at Grandma Li, "Okay, I know." ”