Pregnant wife: let me spoil you

The next morning, she did not deliberately create difficulties in CC of the company, and did not assign her many tasks. Basically, she was asked to sort out some information and draw some drawings.

Wenwan graduated from a famous university at least. It's very easy for her to do it. It's not as difficult as she imagined.

"Wen Wan, Mo always asked you to go to his office!" Wenwan was drawing a picture when someone called her name behind her.

"Mr. Mo? All right

As soon as Wen Wan left the design department, he was frying the pan, and all kinds of discussions continued.

"It seems that the relationship between her and Mr. Mo is really unusual. When did Mr. Mo find a small staff like us? The director of the design department talked about everything in the conference room, and he never talked about it in private."

"What do you think this gentleness has to do with Mr. Mo? Is it really that kind of relationship? "

"Maybe it's true. I heard that Mr. Mo has broken up with sister CC. That's why the director has such a big temper during this period of time. It doesn't suit anyone."

"Is Wenwan Mr. Mo's new girlfriend?"

"I think it's possible." There was a lot of discussion in the office, but Wenwan walked to the door of the president's office with a feeling of pain and anxiety.

The Secretary at the door took a gentle look and said in a flat tone: "Miss Wen, Mo is always waiting for you inside."

"Well, thank you."

Gentle gently knocked on the door a few times, there was no emotional voice: "come in."

"Mr. Mo, are you looking for me?" Wen Wan looks at the man who doesn't even lift his head at his desk, feeling inexplicably nervous.

For a long time, Mo Qingqiu raised his head and stared at Wenwan without turning his eyes. Wenwan was not at ease because he did not avoid looking directly at him.

She looked up and down at her clothes. Is there something wrong with her dress today?

"Mr. Mo, what can I do for you?" Wenwan opens her mouth again. She thinks Mo Qingqiu is impolite. How can she stare at others all the time.

"Sit down. Don't be nervous. I'm just looking for you to know something about it!"

"Yes Wenwan is a little nervous and sits on the sofa. Mo Qingqiu stares at her all the time, which makes her feel like being spied by hunters.

Mo Qingqiu looked at the warm and nervous hands and feet, took a sip of coffee, and raised a strange smile.

"It's said that Miss Wen graduated from the imperial fashion university?"

"Well!"

"Have you ever had any representative works?"

"No... no!"

"Have you ever won an international award?"

"Neither... Neither!"

Mo Qingqiu continued to ask, "where was Miss Wen Gaojiu before and did she have her own design team?"

"I... I have children since I graduated, so I've been at home all the time, and I haven't worked before. I just came out to work a while ago, and I worked in a very small clothing factory for design!" The more she said it, the more she blushed. She felt that she was not worthy of the salary.

But what she can be sure is that all the design drafts attached to her resume are her own original works, which she is not guilty of.

"Mr. Mo, i... all the design drafts I drew when I submitted my resume were my own original, without any copying and reference. Although I have little experience, I believe I can design excellent works."

"What are you talking about?" Mo Qingqiu pointed to the garbage can by the table.

Wenwan saw her design draft at a glance. Her face changed at that time. Her painstaking design works were randomly waiting in the trash can. She really didn't respect people, and her heart was also greatly hurt.

"Inexplicable, what do you mean?"

"Isn't that obvious? Are those things you draw called design? I thought it was a children's painting! " Mo Qingqiu is merciless and hurtful.

Wenwan's face turned blue and white when she was humiliated by him. She tried to control her emotions. It took her whole life to keep from splashing the water on the man's face.

"Mr. Mo, since you don't like the works I designed, why did you invite me? Is it to humiliate me? "

"Shame? Do you think it's humiliating? "

"I've never humiliated anyone. I'm telling the truth."

"If you think what I said is humiliating, you can compare it with any Intern of the company to see which one of you designs a better work?"

"Miss Wen doesn't have to be angry. I'm just telling you the truth. In addition, if you don't want to be looked down upon, speak with your strength. Don't let your temper outrun your ability!"

"I..." Wenwan was taught nothing to say. Although Mo Qingqiu's words were ugly, what he said was true.

Her design is not as good as the interns of the company, and she really doesn't have much strength.

She can't refuse others to tell the truth just because she doesn't like to hear the truth. She has no right.

After calming down for a while, he said calmly, "thank you for your advice. I will follow your advice and try to make my ability better than my temper."

"It seems that Miss Wen is an understanding person."

"Nothing more. Miss Wen can go to work."

Wen Wan was relieved, nodded and went out, but when she came to the door, she suddenly stopped and asked, "Mr. Mo, since you don't approve of my design, why do you want to recruit me with high salary?"

"Or is there someone behind you who wants you to do this?" Wenwan is basically sure that it's not Mo Qingqiu who dug her up.

Because he didn't appreciate her talent at all, instead, he saw disgust and disdain in his eyes, so the reason why he took a fancy to her design and paid her high salary didn't hold water at all.

Is it really all that Tang Mochen arranged behind?

Is it possible that the two competing companies have settled their differences or cooperated?

Mo Qingqiu listened to the gentle words and was slightly stunned. Didn't she know that she could enter the company only because of the meaning of the chairman?

To tell you the truth, if it wasn't for the pressure from the chairman of the board, he really didn't want to recruit a waste that couldn't be designed into the company, and he had to pay a high salary of 1.5 million yuan a year for this waste.

Isn't she the chairman's lover?

It seems that he needs to find out what's going on.

"The man behind me? I don't quite understand what Miss Wen means? "

"Who do you think is making me do it? Or does Miss Wen know any big people? "

Wen Wan asked directly, "is it Mr. Tang's arrangement?"

"Mr. Tang? Which president Tang Mo Qingqiu's face is muddled. It seems that things are a little more complicated than he imagined.

How come there's another general manager Tang?

Wen Wan looks at Mo Qingqiu's face. He seems to have no idea who Tang Mochen is, or his acting is too good.

It's not him. Who is it?

Wen Wan wants to continue to ask, Mo Qingqiu suddenly changed his face: "Miss Wen, I invite you to work, not to gossip, do you understand?"

"I..."