Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song Wuyou smiled lightly: "Who said that as a team leader, I would use a tailoring machine? If I use a tailoring machine, what else does the tailor need to do?"

When everyone listens, it seems like this, and there is a point.

"I think you are in a strong position." Song Haoyue sneered.

"I don't hinder you."

Song Yiyue: "So, you will not make clothes?"

Song Wushou: "I said yes, do you believe it?"

Song Yiyue: "The tailoring machine will not be used. Do you want to make it by one stitch?"

Song Wuyou: "Isn't the tailoring machine made in one stitch?"

However, the tailoring machine is faster than people, but for Song Wu worry, the perfection is not as good as her stitching.

Song Yiyue: "A car accident doesn't die, it also makes you feel sharp."

Leaving the tailoring department, they returned to the design department.

Because he was not rated as a good employee, Song Haoyue was in a bad mood.

Plus Song Worry came to work with her, her mood was terrible.

She took the manuscript paper she had drawn some time ago and gave it to Song.

Song Wushang is sitting in the position and watching the live broadcast of the British costume contest.

"When I go to work on the first day, I watch TV?" Song Yuyue was cold.

"I am watching the live broadcast of the clothing." Looking for inspiration.

She wants to design a modern costume with the X dynasty flavor.

So, when she has time, she will watch the fashion show.

"You are like watching a person swimming while standing by the pool. You can't swim for a long time."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can pass the time." Song Wu wow up the cup and took a sip of tea.

Song Haoyue’s hand papers in his hand were placed in front of Song Wushou, “Enter the computer according to the drawings, and do the dyeing by the way.”

Song Wuxi glanced at the hand papers in front of him, then looked up at Song Yuyue: "What is Xuan Dye?"

Song Yiyue heard it and exaggeratedly smiled: "God, if you do the design, won't you even announce it?"

Song Yuyue’s words made the people in the design department look at Song Worry.

Song has no worries and blinks. "Who said that I was engaged in design?"

Song Yiyue: "You don't design, what team leader do you come to?"

Song Wushou: "When the team leader has to design?"

Song Yiyue: "Song leader, this is the design department, of course, to design."

Song Wushou: "I don't design, I understand design."

Song Yiyue: "You... well, you know design, you don't know how to dye?"

Song Wushou: "Sorry, I don't know how to dye the dye. I don't even know how to put your design into the computer."

Song Yuyue: "Oh, rely on the nepotism to sit on the position of the leader, you are quite arrogant."

Song Wuzhe pushed Song Haoyue’s design draft aside, “take it away, don’t bother me watching the live broadcast.”

"Song Worry..."

"What are you talking about?" Suddenly, a low, cold voice came from the door.

Song Wuyou just turned around and glanced at the man standing at the door and continued to watch her live broadcast.

When Song Haoyue heard it, he quickly turned around and saw Gu’s tall and tall figure walk in, her eyes lit up.

In the first two steps, the tone is somewhat similar. "Gu Shao, I let the Song group leader do the propaganda and dye, and want her to learn more. She not only does not do it, but also says to watch TV."

Gu Yu deep and sharp eyes, faintly glanced at Song Haoyue.

Song Yuyue said again: "I asked her to learn how to operate the tailoring machine with the tailor, and she did not go, saying that she was not interested in the tailoring machine."

Gu Yu heard, sly eyebrows, gently pick a bit.

He went to the back of Song Wu, and his eyes fell on the computer screen. "Women's show live?"

Song Wuxi nodded: "Yeah."

"Why don't you do the dyeing." In the process of making a dye, you can learn more about color matching, isn't it?

Song Wusheng honestly replied: "I won't."

Gu Yu's lips: "I teach you."