Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Inside the studio.

The early morning sunlight shines in through the window lattice, and the bright light shines white on the computer screen in front of everyone.

Song Yuening was sitting in the main seat, with her index fingers crossed and placed casually on the table, her eyes sweeping over the faces of the employees who were sitting upright.

"Does anyone know why I'm calling this meeting today?"

The assistant sat on Song Yuening's right hand. As Song Yuening finished speaking, he raised his hand and made a fist very cooperatively, put it to his lips, coughed lightly, and turned all the employees' attention to himself.

"I believe everyone should be aware of the plagiarism of unreleased clothing in our studio some time ago, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the employees immediately started to commotion.

"Of course I do. Don't let me know which bastard did it, otherwise I will never be done with him!"

"Why did you work so hard for so long? Teacher Song also put in so much energy, but the clothes were wasted before they were even launched. I can't even swallow this feeling now!

Song Yuening listened to the indignant voices of the employees in the studio and observed their expressions calmly.

Among the employees here, there are some who are angry, some who are sad, and some whose expressions have not changed, but whose hands are clenched into fists.

Song Yuening's eyes swept over them one by one, and she already had her own considerations in mind.

She still didn't believe that the last time her design draft was leaked and plagiarized was an accident. She even believed that there was an insider in her studio, which was why today's meeting was held.

Song Yuening didn't want to catch the mole in the studio just by holding a meeting. She just wanted to use today's meeting to test whether the group of people in the studio had any double-minded intentions.

She stretched out her hand, pointed her index finger on the table, tapped it twice, and leaned back slightly, looking very much like Xie Mingyuan's usual appearance.

She carried an aura of calmness and authority, and when she raised her eyes, the coldness between her brows made all the employees present feel frightened.

Although she didn't say a word, the assistant next to her spoke with understanding.

"I know everyone is anxious and angry because of this matter, but don't worry, Teacher Song and I have already thought of a way. It won't be long before these troubles can be solved."

"And I will also find out the person in the studio who betrayed everyone. When the time comes, he will definitely pay the corresponding price!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the employees present applauded and were very excited.

"That's right! When you find this person out, you must call the police and send him to jail! This is leaking business secrets. It shouldn't be difficult for him to go to jail for five or six years."

"How can just being imprisoned be enough? He has wasted so much of our time and energy, and wasted Teacher Song's efforts. He should be allowed to compensate our studio first, and then go to jail, and the entire industry should blacklist him. This way he will be considered After that, no other studio dared to hire him."

The employees present were chattering away. Just when Song Yuening was about to speak, Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of two figures, one large and one small, appearing at the door. The seriousness on his face suddenly turned into surprise.

"The meeting is suspended for now."

After Song Yuening said that, he stood up and walked towards the door.

Because of her actions, all the employees' attention was drawn to the door.

The moment Song Yuening opened the door, a childish and joyful voice came in from the crack of the door, and everyone present clearly heard the word "Mom".

"Is this Teacher Song's child? Teacher Song is actually married? When did this happen? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

"Hey, that little girl came to the studio once before and was brought here by Mr. Xie. You were out at the time, so you didn't know."

"Speaking of which, are Mr. Xie and Mr. Song a couple? Every time I see them, I feel they are a perfect match. Moreover, the child in Mr. Song's family also likes to cling to Mr. Xie. They are definitely father and daughter!"

Separated by a door, Song Yuening had no idea what the employees in the studio were discussing.

She looked at the man in a suit and tie in front of her, then looked down at Song Nian'an, who was snuggling excitedly in her arms, and asked. "Nian'an bothered you again?"

Song Yuening raised her eyes and looked at Xie Mingyuan, a faint smile escaped from the man's tight lips.

"She just missed you."

However, Song Nian'an stopped rubbing against Song Yuening, pouted and turned to look at Xie Mingyuan from Song Yuening's arms, complaining dissatisfiedly.

"Uncle Xie, you adults are really not honest at all. What do you mean I miss my mother? You obviously miss your mother too, right? So as soon as I said I came to see her, you agreed immediately."

As soon as these words came out, Song Yuening's ears immediately filled with red mist.

She coughed lightly to cover up her confusion, raised her hand and put her index finger on Song Nian'an's forehead, pushing it gently but not hard.

"Song Nian'an, at such a young age, where did you learn these nonsense words?"

Song Nian'an said "ouch", pretending to be pitiful, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and said aggrievedly.

"What do you mean by nonsense? What I said is obviously the truth. If you don't believe me, just ask Uncle Xie!"

The two looked at each other, each seeing the hidden affection in the other's eyes.

In the end, Song Yuening felt a little uncomfortable and took the lead to look away.

She murmured softly: "Funny words."

But fireworks called joy bloomed in my heart.

……

Song Yuening's original clothing brand has gradually occupied a large position in the market of City A as her reputation has grown.

As long as anyone has heard Song Yuening's name, the first thing they will think of is the clothing brand she created.

In a packed restaurant.

Lu Qiang's cheeks were red, and there were a few less obvious red streaks in his eyes. The stumbling sound of his tongue when he spoke made it clear to everyone at the table that he had drunk too much.

Someone nearby advised him to drink less than two drinks, but he frowned, looked at the person with great dissatisfaction, and shouted dissatisfied.

"You're not letting me drink after just a few glasses of wine? You really think that I, Lu Qiang, can't drink, right? Stop looking down on others! I'm telling you, you all have to drink for me today. If you don't drink for me, who can Don’t even think about leaving.”

Lu Qiang said, and with a wave of his hand, he called the waiter and asked them to bring another box of wine.

The waiter looked at Lu Qiang, who smelled of alcohol, wrinkled his nose unhappily, and took two steps back, but considering that this was a customer, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"Okay guest, please wait a moment. Please wait a moment. The wine will be here soon."

After saying that, he left the table.

While waiting for the wine to be served, people at the table chatted. Somehow the conversation suddenly came up about Song Yuening. Someone happened to catch a glimpse of what was playing on the TV in the restaurant from the corner of his eye, and smiled and nuzzled at Lu Qiang.

"Hey, Lu Qiang, watch TV quickly. This is the famous celebrity I just told you, a famous designer who has become very famous recently. No one in our city A knows about her!"

"Hey, tell me, everyone has their own destiny. I heard that she started her own business not long after arriving in City A. She is really capable!" (End of Chapter)