President Daddy is super strong

"Where are the other four manuscripts? Show them to me!" Muqiqi, who looked nervous, did things in a vigorous manner.

"I'll get it!"

A few minutes later, the manuscript arrived.

Muqiqi takes over and stares into deep eyes.

These four copies are her designs, but the one with problems is not.

"Any questions?" Zhou Hua, who accompanied her, said with concern.

Muqiqi eyebrows are tight and frown, which is the anxiety that can not be changed.

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

"This is not my design!" She raised her head and looked at Zhou Hua in front of her, saying firmly.

"Are you sure?" If this manuscript is not hers, either Li Dazhi took it wrong when he handed it to the factory, or someone deliberately replaced one of them... "I'm sure that I have the manuscript for each manuscript, and I can show the evidence." Whether it's for website illustration or for magazine cover, she has the habit of keeping the bottom draft.

"Well, you take the manuscript and sample clothes and follow me to the company to find out the truth." This kind of thing is not trivial. Zhou Hua naturally wants to report it to the superior to see what the leader thinks.

They came and went in a hurry.

Get on the bus and go straight to Mohist headquarters.

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Muqiqi, who came back to the company, didn't say it, pretended that nothing had happened, and returned to his seat.

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

"In!"

With the promise, Zhou Hua pushes the door in.

In the room, the smoke is dense. Someone sits behind the office and is shrouded in layers of smoke. His handsome face is a bit unreal.

The president seldom smokes, especially in the office.

Zhou Hua immediately became trembling for fear that the president would be furious next second.

"What is it?" Half of the cigarette end in your hand is screwed out, and your lips are pressed in a straight line.

He was going to give up all his good work, but when he sat down he couldn't help thinking.

I had to use smoke to restrain.

Unconsciously, the ashtray is full.

"Mr. Mo, this is a problem manuscript from the factory. Have a look." Zhou Hua carefully handed over the manuscript, and then explained the matter before and after.

At last, he asked carefully, "look?"

The thin design draft is pinched in the hand by the man's strong and powerful fingers, the sexy thin lip purses into a straight line, the vision is deep and cold.

"Have you called Li Dazhi?" The voice of the mouth is full of anger.

Zhou Hua is more careful. "After typing, manager Li said he was 100% sure that the manuscript he handed in wasn't this one."

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

Half a sound, the eyes of cold Sen raised, Mo Yan Jue 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 Muqi.

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

"She and Feng Xiang?" The secluded view falls back to 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 passing on that their relationship is unusual. Several times, they were bumped into by colleagues of the design department and they were in the office... And"

later, Zhou Hua didn't have a good idea to say.

We need to know that he is still a young man of 26 years. How can we say that.