C162

"Where are the other four manuscripts? Show me!" Look nervous Mu Qiqi to do things, vigorous.

"I'll get it!"

A few minutes later, the manuscript came.

Mu Qiqi takes over, deep eyes gaze.

These four pieces are indeed her designs, but the one in hand is not.

"What's the problem?" Zhou Hua, who accompanied her, cared.

Mu Qiqi brow tight frown, eyebrow is not open worry.

She didn't know why the manuscript delivered to manager Li had changed in the factory.

"This is not my design!" Zhou Hua looked up at her firmly.

"Are you sure?" If this manuscript is not hers, it will be said that Li Dazhi took it wrong when it was handed over to the factory, or someone intentionally replaced one of them ···

"I am sure that I have a manuscript for each manuscript, and I can provide evidence." No matter for the website illustration, or for the magazine cover, she has the habit of leaving the bottom draft.

"OK, you go with me with the manuscript and sample clothes, and go back to the company to find out the truth." This kind of thing is not trivial. Zhou Hua naturally has to report it to see what the leader's opinion is.

They come and go in a hurry.

Get on the bus and go straight to Mohr's headquarters.

······

Mu Qiqi, who returned to the company, did not make a statement about it. He pretended that nothing had happened and returned to his seat.

Zhou Hua directly took the manuscript and sample clothes and knocked on the door of the president's office.

"In!"

With the promise, Zhou Hua pushed the door in.

In the room, the smoke is dense, someone sitting in the back of the office is covered by layers of smoke, handsome face with a bit of unreal.

The president seldom smokes, especially in the office.

Zhou Hua immediately became nervous, afraid that the president of the next second.

"What's the matter?" Half of the cigarette end in the hand is twisted out, and the lips are pursed into a straight line.

He intended to put aside everything and work well, but when he sat down, he couldn't help thinking.

As a last resort, I had to take a cigarette to restrain it.

Before you know it, the ashtray is full.

"Mr. Mo, this is the manuscript with problems in the factory. Please have a look." Zhou Hua carefully handed the manuscript to the past, and then explained the matter before and after.

Finally, ask carefully, "do you see?"

The thin design draft is pinched in the hand by the man's strong and powerful fingers. The sexy thin lips are pursed into a straight line, and the sight is deep and cold.

"Did you call Li Dazhi?" His voice was full of anger.

Zhou Hua was more careful. "Yes, manager Li said he was 100% sure that the manuscript he handed in was not this one."

Mo yanjue didn't speak, but the two fingers holding the manuscript were tighter, so that the paper folded into a ball instantly.

Half ring, the eyes of the cold forest lifted up, Mo yanjue asked coldly: "what was the name of the woman who made trouble in the design department last time?"

He refers to the woman who framed Muqiqi.

"Chen Weiya." Zhou Hua also suspected that it was Chen Weiya's revenge, but he didn't dare to say it in his heart. When the president asked, he naturally introduced the situation in detail.

"She and Feng Xiang?" The secluded sight falls back on the design draft, and Mo yanjue's words are only half said.

Zhou Hua naturally knew what the president wanted to ask, and immediately replied: "the company is saying that their relationship is not general, and they have been bumped into by colleagues in the design department several times in the office ····"

Zhou Hua did not mean to say anything later.

If you know that he is still a young man of two or six years old, how can you tell me that.

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!