Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Mu Nansheng lowered his voice, "Brother, wait for a while, you still have something to do with me."

Mu Qingmo said "Yes", "Don't forget to turn on the speakerphone."

Mu Nansheng still turned on the speakerphone in doubt.

As soon as Mu Nansheng put down his phone, Lin Yiran walked up to Mu Nansheng.

"Who are you calling? Did you bother me?"

Mu Nansheng smiled, "It's okay, still, just keep talking."

Lin Yiran handed the document to Mu Nansheng when he saw that there was nothing wrong.

"The theme of the design competition is unanimously decided by several judges, with the theme of national fashion elements, let us play freely."

"National elements?"

Mu Nansheng looked carefully, and his eyes lit up: "Yiran, then I sent you a set in your computer that day, which is the national trend element."

Lin still patted Mu Nansheng on the shoulder, "Of course I thought of it. In this case, you need to design two sets of clothes within half a month, and it will relieve a lot of pressure."

Mu Nansheng put his arms around Lin Yiran's waist with a smile, and rubbed against him, and his depressed mood improved a lot.

Lin still smiled lightly and patted Mu Nansheng's hand, "Okay, it's not like you don't know that I'm ticklish."

Mu Nansheng was having fun together, Gulu straightened up and tickled Lin Yiran.

Lin still couldn't bear it, and avoided it with a smile, "Nan Sheng, let go quickly."

After playing enough, Mu Nansheng let go of his hands and hugged his stomach, laughing.

On the other side of the phone, Mu Qingmo heard clearly.

Hearing Lin Yiran's hearty laughter, Mu Qingmo raised the corners of her mouth happily, and laughed too.

Having had enough trouble, Mu Nansheng remembered what Mu Qingmo said, and raised his head: "Yiran, my brother said that there is something with you, what is it?"

Lin was still bewildered, and paused, "Is it a lighter?"

Mu Qingmo, who was listening, murmured inwardly, and suddenly covered the phone.

Mu Nansheng came to his senses and gritted his teeth secretly.

"Mu Qingmo, just wait for me."

Lin still didn't understand what was going on, seeing Mu Nansheng blowing his hair, Lin still suddenly felt that it shouldn't be a good thing.

Thinking that his best friend is still here, it is not convenient for Mu Nansheng to teach (ze) educate (ma) Mu Qingmo, so Mu Nansheng found an excuse and went to the tea room with his mobile phone.

Lin Yiran was also used to Mu Nansheng's sudden reaction, so he went to notify other designers.

Enduring his anger and coming to the tea room, Mu Nansheng finally couldn't hold it anymore, and shouted into the phone: "Mu Qingmo, do you know that you are trying to die? Didn't you say that you are not allowed to smoke?"

Mu Qingmo covered her face and said helplessly, "Ancestor, I really haven't smoked these days."

Mu Nansheng sneered: "Hehe, then why did you take the lighter and refuse to tell me?"

Mu Qingmo thought to himself: Big brother, I'm just looking for an excuse to talk to Lin Yiran.

Mu Qingmo didn't dare to say it yet, sighed, and silently resisted Mu Nansheng's scolding.

Finally, Mu Nansheng said that he was tired, and his tone was impatient, "Forget it, hang up, I don't care about you."

Mu Qingmo hurriedly shouted: "Hey, ancestor, I haven't..."

Before Mu Qingmo could finish speaking, the phone hung up.

Mu Qingmo: ...

This ancestor is worthy of being born out of my brother-in-law's habit.

Sighing silently, Mu Qingmo had no choice but to deal with the documents, thinking about asking questions in the afternoon.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Nansheng returned to the office and continued designing clothes.

While Mu Nansheng was busy preparing the design, Mu Wanwan and her secretary were also not idle, and went to a hidden place near the company.

Near high-rise buildings, there are always some alleys and alleys, the environment is dark and humid, and the ground is covered with moss.

Mu Wanwan hurriedly avoided the dark place, covered her mouth, "What kind of place is this? It's so dirty, it stinks to death."

Jin Ming was expressionless, and supported Mu Wanwan, "Director, walk slowly."

Mu Wanwan frowned, "Why did you ask to meet here, it's so dirty."

Mu Wanwan forgot that her previous life was not even comparable to this.

That's all for today. It's time for me to prepare the article for the re-examination of the school's editorial department. Bye.