Lucky wife: let me spoil you, girl

If gentleness is a useful talent, he doesn't mind spending some time on re cultivating a talent. If gentleness can't help the wall, let him go directly. He recruits a competent design director.

He wants to cultivate gentleness. First, he wants to see her real level. Second, he wants to give her a chance. Third, he doesn't hate gentleness. He gets along more comfortably, and he thinks that gentleness has a unique temperament, which is very attractive.

"Wan Wan, what's Mo always looking for you?"

He said with a sad face, "he said he would supervise the works I designed in the future and let me design them well, otherwise he would be rude to me."

"Do you think this man is ill? Why do you hold on to me?"

"I didn't offend him?"

"You're stupid. Mr. Mo wants to cultivate you personally. If it's too late for others to burn high incense, why don't you keep complaining."

"Did you know that CC was also a new graduate, that is, President Mo trained her personally and taught her to be the chief designer of the company."

"Mo is always willing to teach you. He thinks highly of you."

"But I... I'm so stressed. I'm in a mess now. I don't have any ideas. He asked me to hand in the manuscript to him tomorrow morning. What should I hand it in?"

"It's all right. After going home, calm down and think more. Just draw casually for the first time. No matter how awesome a designer is, he can't design a successful work at one time."

"Well, that's the only way."

Wenwan went home and stayed up all night until the next morning to design his own satisfactory works.

When she stared at the dark circles and was in a good mood to hand in the manuscript, she was hit by Mo Qingqiu.

"Will you draw some of this one night?"

"Tell me what this is, is it a children's painting or graffiti?"

Gently listening to his evaluation of his labor achievements, he was particularly wronged and dissatisfied.

She knows that her work may not be perfect, but it's really her hard work all night. Can't he speak more gently?

Do you have to be so sarcastic?

"Speak, what do you draw?" Mo Qingqiu roared and trembled with fear.

"This is my hard work all night!"

"Fart hard work! These things you draw are not even as good as primary school students. What hard work do you dare to talk about? " While Mo Qingqiu was talking, she tore up the design drawing and threw it all over the ground.

"Go back and redesign and hand in the manuscript tomorrow."

"Yes!" Mildly endured the impulse to cry and nodded gently.

When she came to the door, Mo Qingqiu suddenly said, "wait, take your garbage away."

Hearing his words, his gentle back suddenly stiffened, and the tears in his eyes fell instantly.

From childhood to childhood, she was held in the palm of her father. When she arrived at school, she was also a good girl loved by teachers. After marrying, she was respected and treated by Tang Mochen. She had never suffered such injustice and humiliation.

But she knew that her father had gone, the teacher had new students, Tang Mochen was someone else's husband, and all she had left was herself.

She can't rely on anyone now. She can only rely on herself.

Gently squatting on the ground with tears, he picked up the design manuscript torn to pieces by him.

After Mo Qingqiu calmed down, looking at her sad and trembling back, he suddenly regretted that he had just failed to restrain his temper and said such hurtful words.

In fact, now think about it, he can see the gentle efforts. After all, the design draft this morning is much better than the design draft when submitting your resume.

He's a little too hard on a newcomer!

"Cough... I just spoke a little ugly. Don't take it to heart."

"In fact, I also do it for you. Your works can't even pass the audition."

He nodded gently and said in a hoarse voice, "I know. Thank Mr. Mo for his cultivation. I will continue to work hard."

Mo Qingqiu could hear how angry these words were, but he was not angry. After all, his attitude was too bad.

Although he has a big temper, he has an advantage that he can change when he knows his mistakes.

"Cough... If I invite you to dinner at noon, it will be as if I made an apology to you. It was really my poor attitude just now."

"No, thank you for your kindness. I went out in advance." Wen Wan picked up the pieces on the ground and went out.

Mo always looked at the gentle and angry back and touched his nose in embarrassment.

In the future, he has to control his temper. He thinks he is a man of great ability, but he doesn't deny it. He has a great temper.

This is really not very good. It is estimated that he will be regarded as an enemy gently now.

The next morning, Wen Wan showed him the new design draft. After reading it, Mo Qingqiu was angry again, because he felt that today's design was not as good as yesterday.

When he got angry, he couldn't control himself at all and forgot his self reflection yesterday.

Today, he not only didn't restrain his temper, but said something worse: "Miss Wen, I'm so disappointed in you."

"Yesterday's design was a children's painting of primary school students. Today's painting is a piece of stinky shit."

"Have you ever studied design? Did you fake your education?"

Brush!

"Get out and paint again!" Mo Qingqiu tore the design into pieces in twos and threes, and smashed it on Wenwan's face. Wenwan took a step back in fear.

Today, she squatted down consciously to pick up fragments.

"Get out, you're a designer, not a cleaner!"

"I'm upset to see you, stupid to death, and have the face to say that I'm a designer!"

Gently listening to his words, the hand picking up the paper trembled slightly, and she could no longer suppress her inner grievance and anger.

Suddenly stood up and smashed all the pieces of paper in his hand on Mo Qingqiu's face. He said angrily, "Mo Qingqiu, don't go too far. Are you cultured?"

"My design is not as good as you, but my character is much better than you. I won't hurt people casually, nor will I be so mean."

"I won't participate in this competition. I think what can you do with me?"

Mo Qingqiu looked at his gentle attitude and was even more angry: "you can't bear this grievance. People like you are always mediocre and don't want to succeed all your life."

"Go away, you won't go to work tomorrow. My men don't raise waste!"

"I'm willing to be a mediocre, and I'm a hundred times better than a self admiring person like you." Gently slammed the door and went out.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the office and a man's painful groan.

Gentle instinctively stopped and looked back. I don't know whether Mo Qingqiu kicked over the table or fell down.

"Whatever he is, proud bastard, it's better to die."

She walked forward gently and angrily, but when she came to the elevator door, she still wanted to go back and see what happened inside?