Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

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 child 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, she broke away from Cen Yue's hand, her puzzled look really gave Cen Yue a headache.

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

Song Yue came to her senses and clutched her stomach, "Hey, I'm hungry."

Mu Nansheng felt more and more that this jumpy little girl was cute, and she was in a good mood, so she waved her hand vigorously, "Are you hungry?"

Song Yue nodded and rubbed her stomach.

"Then I'll treat you to a cake."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Yue raised her hand with an excited expression, completely gone from the listless look just now, "I want a box of matcha soy milk."

"good."

Mu Nansheng agreed, and ordered the shop he liked the most before.

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

The corners of Song Yue's joyous mouth slowly moved down, and she looked directly at Cen Yue, "Sisters, I'll give you a chance to say it again."

Cen Yue ignored it and returned to her work station, not forgetting to turn her head and call Song Yue to continue to revise the design draft countless times.

Song Yue sighed, took a pitiful look at Mu Nansheng, and consciously returned to her work station to continue writing.

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

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

Lin still said with a hint of doting in his voice, "Yes, yes, you should stop interfering, and prepare for the design competition half a month later."

Mu Nansheng comforted Lin still tense, "Didn't I send you two costume drafts before, the competition is three rounds, you only need to prepare another set, don't worry about me."

Lin still patted his head, his tone a little annoyed, "It's broken, I forgot to rename the sketches you sent me, they may have been mixed with other drafts."

"It doesn't matter." Mu Nansheng shook his head, "Anyway, they are all in the company, there is no danger, and all the manuscripts given to you are semi-finished manuscripts that need further revision."

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

"Where am I going to sit?"

Lin still thought about it, "How about I give you the office so that you can concentrate."

Mu Nansheng shook his head quickly, with a helpless tone, "Please, sister, I'm a designer, but you are the director."

Lin still didn't care, "What's the matter, you come here."

"No, no, no." Mu Nansheng replied, his eyes fell on an empty table, "That's pretty good!"

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

"Really?" Mu Nansheng was stunned for a moment, "Anyway, he has resigned, so it's nothing."

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

"Yeah." Nodding, Mu Nansheng smiled, "Go and do it, I'll help Song Yue look at the drawing."

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

Walking to Song Yue's station, Song Yue was at a loss with the manuscript.

Pulling out a chair, Mu Nansheng sat next to Song Yue, "Can I have a look?"

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

After reading the manuscript, Mu Nansheng raised his head, "What style does Mr. Brown want?"

Song Yue rested her chin, "Well...he wants simple and exquisite clothes that are elegant and modern."

Mu Nansheng was slightly taken aback, "Isn't this very contradictory."

"Yes, yes." Song Yuekuang nodded, "I also tried to talk to Brownie... No, I told Mr. Brown, but he said a lot, meaning to stick to his idea."

Where is the ticket?