Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Brown, brownie? what the hell?

Cen Yue covered her face, covered Song Yue's mouth, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Mu, don't mind, this child is not smart."

Mu Nansheng shook his head, "It's nothing, it's hard work."

Song Yue still didn't know that she had said the wrong thing, so she broke away from Cen Yue's hand, and her puzzled appearance really gave Cen Yue a headache.

"Big sister." Cen Yue shouted, "It's Brown, not Brownie."

Song Yue reacted and covered her stomach, "Hey, I'm hungry."

Mu Nansheng felt more and more that this little girl who escaped was cute and in a good mood. He waved his hand in a big way, "Hungry, right?"

Song Yue nodded and rubbed her stomach.

"Then I'll treat you to cake."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yue raised her hand, looking excited, completely lost the look she had just wilted, "I want a matcha soy milk box."

"it is good."

Mu Nansheng responded and ordered the store that he used to like the most.

Looking at Song Yue who was satisfied, Cen Yue teased: "Why, don't worry about the design draft when you have something to eat."

The corner of Song Yue's joyful mouth slowly lifted, looking directly at Cen Yue, "Sisters, give you a chance to speak again."

Cen Yue ignored it and returned to her work station, not forgetting to call Song Yue to continue changing the design draft countless times.

Song Yue sighed, gave Mu Nansheng a pitiful look, and consciously returned to the station to continue the manuscript.

Lin still sighed, "Song Yue is still a junior intern, and some tasks are really difficult to do."

Mu Nansheng patted Lin Yiran on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm here."

Lin still had a hint of pampering in his voice, "Yes, yes, you should stop interfering, and prepare for the design competition in half a month."

Mu Nansheng comforted Lin's still tense emotions, "Didn't I send you two costume drafts before, the game is going to be two wins in three rounds, you just need to prepare for another round, don't worry about me."

Lin still patted his head, his tone a little annoyed, "Broken, I forgot to rename the sketches you sent me, they may have been mixed with other manuscripts."

"It's okay." Mu Nansheng shook his head, "It's all in the company anyway, so there won't be any danger, and the manuscripts given to you are half-finished and need to be revised further."

"That's good." Lin still breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where am I going to sit?"

Lin still thought for a while, "How about I give you the office so you can concentrate."

Mu Nansheng shook his head quickly, with a helpless tone, "Please, sister, I am a designer, and you are a director."

Lin still didn't care, "What's the matter, come here."

"No, no." Mu Nansheng replied, his eyes fell on an empty table, "That's not bad!"

Lin still paused, "You forgot, it was originally a publicity station there."

"Really?" Mu Nansheng was stunned for a moment, "Anyway, he resigned, so it's nothing."

"Okay. Then I'll ask someone to prepare some office equipment for you."

"Mmmm." Nodding, Mu Nansheng smiled, "Go ahead and do it, I'll go look at the sketch for Song Yue."

"Okay." Lin was still in a hurry and kept busy.

Walking to Song Yue's station, Song Yue was at a loss with the manuscript.

Pulling up a chair, Mu Nansheng sat next to Song Yue, "Can you show me?"

Song Yue quickly handed it to Mu Nansheng, "Sister Nansheng, you have to help me, how many times have I changed it."

After reading the manuscript, Mu Nansheng raised his head, "What style does Mr. Brown want?"

Song Yue pressed her chin, "Well... he wants simple and refined, elegant and up-to-date clothing."

Mu Nansheng was stunned for a moment, "Isn't this very contradictory."

"Yes, yes." Song Yuekang nodded, "I also tried to tell Brownie... No, no, Mr. Brown, but he said a lot, meaning to insist on his opinion."