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His angry face twisted.

The blue veins in his hand were popping out as he pinched the bag.

Mu Qiqi, you slut!

With a vicious glint in her eyes, she quietly retreated from the corner of the corridor and quickly entered the staircase.

Her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't hold her phone. However, she still made a call to Viscount Mo Yan.

She wouldn't allow it.

She would never allow a man she loved to kiss me to another woman.

Moreover, that woman was Mu Qiqi, whom she hated so much!

A beep beep sounded out from the receiver. Mu Xue'er's heart was about to jump out of her chest. At this moment, she even had the heart to kill Mu Qi Qi!

"Hey!" Mo Yan Jue's unhappy voice finally came from the other end of the phone, causing Mu Xue'er's heart to soften.

Her Viscount Mo Yan still answered her phone.

This meant that he had let go of that bitch Mu Qiqi!

"Duke Yan ~" Her voice carried a hint of tears.

"What's wrong?" The man's tone was as cold as usual, causing Mu Xue'er's heart to feel as though it had fallen into an ice cave.

"I... "I had a nightmare. I dreamt that you didn't want me anymore …"

She was indeed very afraid that the Duke of Mo Yan wouldn't want her. If he really did that, she would become the laughingstock of everyone!

"Anything else?" I still have work to do, so I'll hang up first! " For some reason, when facing the weak and gentle Mu Xue'er, what he felt was not the desire to protect, but an inexplicable sense of disgust.

"Lord Yan, will you come to my place tonight? I have something to say to you... "It's about my body …" She thought, she must do something today, otherwise, if this continues, it will be hard to guarantee that that bitch Mu Qiqi won't snatch away Viscount Mo Yan, so she must pretend to be pitiful and get Viscount Mo Yan's pity.

"We'll talk about it later. I'm not sure if there's time!"

"No matter how late it is, I'll wait for you." After saying this pitiful sentence, she finally said gently, "I won't bother you any longer. Go back to your work. I'll wait for you tonight."

"..."

He hung up.

The emotions in her dark eyes were complicated.

Especially when he found that the dumb woman beside him had disappeared when he just picked up the call, he was even more irritated. He turned around and entered his office.

Less than two minutes after he sat down, the manager of the design department knocked on the door.

"Director Mo, the designer Dong who was responsible for designing the Babila children's clothing previously had a car accident when she was on her way to the company today. No one took over her design. What do you think?"

Mohist recently targeted this big gap in the children's market. No matter if it was children's clothing, toys, or various other items, they were all dabbled in.

The Barbicane brand was a new Mo's brand. It had attracted a lot of affection from parents and children as soon as it went public, so the whole group had put a lot of effort into it.

But now that the designer had met with an accident, the fact that her side had a broken chain meant that the entire factory would have to shut down and wait …

With the cost of several million yuan per day, who could afford to wait?

"Was there no one in the design department who could take her job?" He was already upset, but when he heard this, he got even angrier.

"The other designers all have their own responsibilities. There really isn't anyone superfluous …" The manager of the design department was also in a difficult position.

"What are you doing?"

The manager of the design department was shouting until large beads of sweat dripped down his face.

Trembling, he said, "Then …" "Then I'll think of another way."

On the floor where the design department was located.

When the design manager, Li Dazhi, returned to his office, he threw the folder on the table and shouted angrily, "Who among you will receive this script from designer Dong?"

A room full of five designers and five assistants was trembling in fear.

"Manager Li, it's not that we don't want to accept, but we can't design a script for designer Dong?"

"That's right, everyone has different thoughts and designs... "Besides, we can't finish our own work …"

"..."

Everyone started talking at once.

"Dong, dong, dong!" There was a careful knock on the door.

Actually, the glass door wasn't even closed, but out of politeness, Mu Qiqi still knocked on it.

More than ten pairs of eyes looked at her impatiently.

One of the ladies who was dressed in fashionable clothing looked at Ye Ci arrogantly, disdainfully saying, "We don't need to clean this place!"

"No, I want to say that I might be able to give the script a try!"