Rebirth of the Spoiled Wife

Chapter 337 Contradictions in the design draft

Brown, Brownie? What the hell?

Cen Yue covered her face, covered Song Yue's mouth, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Mu, don't mind, this kid is not smart."

Mu Nansheng shook his head, "It's nothing, it's hard work."

Song Yue didn't know that she had said the wrong thing, so she broke away from Cen Yue's hand, her confused look really gave Cen Yue a headache.

"Sister." Cen Yue shouted, "It's Brown, not Brownie."

Song Yue reacted and held her stomach, "Hey, I'm hungry."

Mu Nansheng found this little girl more and more cute, and she was in a good mood. She waved her hand grandly and said, "Are you hungry?"

Song Yue nodded and rubbed her belly.

"Then I'll treat you to cake."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yue raised her hand with an excited expression, completely losing the languorous look she had just shown, "I want the matcha soy milk box."

"good."

Mu Nansheng agreed and ordered his favorite restaurant.

Looking at the satisfied Song Yue, Cen Yue joked: "Why, I don't have to worry about the design draft when I have something to eat."

The corners of Song Yue's joyful lips slowly lowered, and she looked directly at Cen Yue, "Sisters, I'll give you a chance to talk again."

Cen Yue ignored it and returned to her work station, not forgetting to call back to Song Yue who continued to revise the design draft countless times.

Song Yue sighed, gave Mu Nansheng a pitiful look, and consciously returned to her workstation to continue writing.

Lin Yiran sighed, "Song Yue is still a junior intern, and some tasks are really difficult."

Mu Nansheng patted Lin Yiran on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Lin Yiran's voice was full of doting, "Yes, yes, you'd better stop interfering and prepare for the design competition in half a month."

Mu Nansheng comforted Lin's still tense mood, "Didn't I send you two costume drafts before? The competition is three rounds, so you only need to prepare one more set. Don't worry about me."

Lin Yiran patted his head and said in an annoyed tone, "Oh no, I forgot to rename the drawings you sent me. They may have been mixed with other manuscripts."

"It doesn't matter." Mu Nansheng shook his head, "Since we are in the company anyway, there will be no danger, and what I have given you are semi-finished manuscripts that need further revision."

"That's good." Lin still breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where am I going to sit?"

Lin Yiran thought for a while, "How about I give you the office so that you can concentrate more."

Mu Nansheng shook his head quickly and said in a helpless tone, "Please, sister, I am the designer and you are the director."

Lin still didn't care, "What's the matter? You can do it."

"No, no, no," Mu Nansheng replied, his eyes falling on an empty table, "Isn't that pretty good!"

Lin Yiran paused for a moment, "You forgot, that was originally Zhang Yang's work station."

"Really?" Mu Nansheng was stunned for a moment, "Anyway, he resigned, so it doesn't matter."

"Okay. Then I'll ask someone to prepare some office supplies for you."

"Yeah." Nodding, Mu Nansheng smiled, "Go and do your work quickly. I'll help Song Yue take a look at the drawings."

"Okay." Lin Yiran was in a hurry and kept busy.

Walking to Song Yue's workstation, Song Yue was holding the manuscript at a loss.

Pulling up a chair, Mu Nansheng sat next to Song Yue, "Can you let me take a look?"

Song Yue quickly handed it to Mu Nansheng, "Sister Nansheng, you have to help me. I have changed it so many times."

After looking at the manuscript, Mu Nansheng raised his head and asked, "What style does Mr. Brown want?"

Song Yue touched her chin, "Well...he wants simple and exquisite, elegant and up-to-date clothing."

Mu Nansheng was slightly stunned, "Isn't this very contradictory?"

"Yes, yes." Song Yue nodded crazily, "I also tried to tell Brownie... No, no, no, no, no, Mr. Brown, but he babbled a lot, meaning he insisted on his opinion."

Where are the tickets?

(End of chapter)