Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Chapter 184 I don’t want my mother to feel distressed (sixth update, please support me, good night my dears)

"Okay, okay, then go get to work."

Bing Lao just joked with her. Seeing her explaining so nervously, he couldn't help but laugh, "But no matter how busy you are, don't forget to eat."

"Don't worry, there are working meals in the factory, and they taste good."

While Wen Nian was talking, the two of them had already arrived at the door of the big office, "Hurry up and have your meal, I won't delay you."

"Come on, let's go, I know you are very busy."

Binglao waved his hand, turned around and walked in the direction of his old friends.

Wen Nian smiled, waved and hurriedly rode out of the school gate.

"Mother."

As soon as I entered the factory yard, I heard a childish voice, followed by the sound of running footsteps.

"Slow down, be careful not to fall."

Wen Nian hurriedly got out of the car, parked the car properly, faced the little figure running towards him, and picked up the child, "Qing'er didn't cause any trouble to aunt, aunt, and the others, did she?"

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm good and won't cause any trouble."

The little guy was held in his mother's arms, clinging to her with a sweet heart, "I even helped cut the thread."

"My aunt always praised me for my ability."

"It turns out that my Qing'er is so capable."

Wen Nian was amused by his childish words, "Then tell mom now, is aunt in the workshop or in the office?"

"In the packaging shop."

Jiaqing immediately replied, "How can a hard-working person like my aunt sit in the office and take a rest?"

"Who told you to take a break in the office?"

Wen Nian was amused by his youngest son's words, "Whether you are in the office or in the workshop, it is still work, but the nature and direction of the work are different."

She carried her child and walked quickly to the packaging workshop while talking to her child: "By the way, did your brother and sister go out again today?"

Jiaqing: "...well, yes."

Knowing that he couldn't hide it from his mother, Jiaqing didn't hide it and admitted it after a little hesitation.

Then he reassured her: "Mom, don't worry, my brothers and sisters are so old, they have a sense of proportion."

"How big?"

Wen Nian turned his head and looked at his son nestled in his arms, "Your brother is only twelve, and your sister is less than ten."

Jiaqing: "..." In their last life, at their age, they all started running around doing small businesses.

It was also from this period that the lives of the three sisters began to improve little by little.

But he couldn't say this, lest his mother would feel distressed.

Seeing that his youngest son didn't speak, Wen Nian put him down and said, "Let's go play. Mom wants to talk to your aunt about something and I'll have lunch with you later."

"OK."

Seeing that his mother didn't say anything more, Jiaqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mom, don't work too hard. Our family is not short of money, so we don't need to be so tired."

"knew."

Wen Nian lovingly rubbed her little son's head and successfully messed up the soft hair, then she laughed and entered the packaging workshop.

In the workshop, those on the front lines, those doing the ironing, and those doing the folding and packing were very busy.

"Hello, Manager Wen."

"Manager Wen."

"Manager Wen is here."

As soon as she came in, some employees saw her and greeted her one after another.

Wen Nian nodded cordially and said, "Everyone has worked hard and works well. I will ask your factory manager to pay everyone bonuses this month."

"Yeah, Manager Wen is open and bright."

When the employees heard the news, they couldn't help but be excited and became more energetic at work.

"Can this question be reversed?"

In front of the quality inspection table next to the door of the private workshop, Ma Conghua and the quality inspector were looking at a batch of goods in front of them, "Who is responsible for this part?"

"The factory...director is...I am in charge."

A young woman in her twenties stammered, her eyes were red, "I, I didn't do it well, please punish me."

"Then tell me, can this be counter-work?"

Ma Conghua is obviously a little impatient and her tone of voice is not very friendly.

(End of chapter)