Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 709 Design draft was killed

Daddy...

For him who lost his father's love since he was a child, he was very puzzled by the appearance of this stranger.

Father... what kind of existence is it?

The small figure of Liu Niancheng sat in the study for a while, staring at Feng Mu's photo in a daze.

I was both surprised and curious.

It wasn't until he felt sleepy at night that he carefully packed the photos back into the drawer and walked out of the study.

No matter what, he can't let Menglan find out that he is paying attention to Feng Mu's news, otherwise, she will be very sad~
……

next day
The alarm clock rang, and Meng Lan woke up from her sleep. She raised her hand, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and embraced the little figure beside her.

"Niancheng, wake up." She reminded softly, "We should go to wash up, and then go to kindergarten!"

Waking up from his sleep, Liu Niancheng showed aggrieved face, "Got it, Mommy~"

After he groaned, he sat up from the bed, slightly raised his chubby face, with dark circles under his eyelids.

Seeing his appearance, Meng Lan was really taken aback, she quickly stretched out her hand to gently hold her son's little head, and asked in surprise,

"Niancheng, did you stay up late last night? What's going on?"

Listening to her words, Liu Niancheng's eyes showed a hint of guilt, but he reminded him with a very strong mouth,
"No, I just thought that today is Monday and I'm going to kindergarten, I'm so happy that I can't sleep~"

Fearing that Menglan would ask him about something, Liu Niancheng lifted the quilt, stepped on the cool floor with both feet, and walked towards the living room.

Seeing his little figure leaving, Meng Lan frowned, feeling a little puzzled in her heart.

what's the situation?
She remembered that what Nian Cheng hated the most before was Mondays. Could it be because children love going to school more and more as they get older?

Thinking of this, Menglan was still very happy, and hurried to wash and cook for her son.

After breakfast, Menglan sent her son to the kindergarten. On the way to the company, she suddenly received a call from President Li.

Meng Lan stretched out her hand and swiped the answer button. Before she could speak, Mr. Li's angry roar came from the other end of the phone.

"I said, Xiaomeng, what the hell are you doing? Didn't I remind you not to offend Mr. Feng? You're welcome to offend him thoroughly!"

Mr. Li's voice is very loud, without any doubt, it will deafen the eardrums.

Meng Lan leaned back, picked her ears with her hands, and asked in confusion, "Mr. Li, what do you mean?"

"You still have the nerve to ask, you swore to me in the office before that there is nothing wrong with the design draft this time, but why did you get killed by President Feng?"

what? !

Meng Lan was puzzled, and asked in a deep voice, "Why? Even if you were killed, there should be a reason. What went wrong?"

After that venting, Mr. Li dissipated a lot of anger in his heart, and his tone gradually calmed down.

He sighed heavily, and said helplessly, "I don't know the specific situation, anyway, Mr. Feng's secretary said that your design draft was unqualified, and asked you to go to him if you have any questions."

"I'm talking about Xiaomeng. I know that you and Mr. Feng must have some conflicts, but you can't be arrogant at work. After all, he is still our partner. What do you think?"

"I understand. I will go to Mr. Feng to have a good talk." Meng Lan answered helplessly, and after she finished speaking, she hung up the phone with a "snap".

Immediately, she clenched the steering wheel tightly with her palms, breathing heavily, and a flash of anger burst out in her eyes.

There is something wrong with the design draft.

This is clearly Feng Mu deliberately making things difficult for her!

Soon, Meng Lan drove the car to the hotel, and after picking up the car keys, she walked directly towards Feng Mu's room.

"Bang bang!" She stretched out her hand and slammed the door heavily.

Soon, the door was pushed open, Feng Mu probably just wanted to go out, he was wearing an expensive black suit, with a tall figure, and was raising his hands to fasten his cuff buttons.

"Coming?" When he saw Menglan, the corners of his lips rose.

Seeing his smiling face, the anger in Menglan's heart deepened, she strode into the room, and sternly accused him,
"Feng Mu, can you be more despicable? You actually thought of this method. I admit that there is indeed a grudge between us, but can you stop bringing your feelings into work?"

Listening to her words, Feng Mu's handsome face darkened slightly.

"Who told you that I killed your design draft because of previous grievances?"

"……"Is not it?
After Menglan calmed down, embarrassment appeared in her eyes, and she coughed heavily, "Then I don't understand, what is wrong with my design draft, and I hope Mr. Feng can give guidance."

Hearing her words, Feng Mu was not angry, but went to pull a seat and sat down slowly.

He picked up Menglan's design drawing on the table, his eyes darkened, and he asked her,
"Let's talk about your design philosophy first."

When it came to professional knowledge, Meng Lan immediately cheered up and explained word by word, "After all, it was launched on Valentine's Day, so I thought about it, and the design concept is around love, for example..."

"Love?" Feng Mu interrupted her in a cold voice, slapped the design draft on the table, and said in a serious tone, "You can pass as a couple, but I don't see any concept of love in the parent-child design draft. !"

Listening to his words, Meng Lan's face showed embarrassment.

Looking at his rejected design draft on the table, he couldn't help clenching his fists, deliberately emphasizing the syllables,

"I don't understand this point of view. Since Mr. Feng understands it so well, why don't you give me some guidance?"

Feng Mu's handsome face was cold, he raised his bony fingers slightly, tapped the blueprint on the coffee table, reminded in a cold voice,
"This set of children's clothes is too feminine, and there is no trace of the existence of the father. Although the clothes are beautiful overall, it cannot be ruled out that there will be some special customers."

"If we go public like this, we will inevitably lose some customers, so will Dream Designer bear the lost money?"

"..." Listening to his words, Meng Lan was choked up and couldn't speak.

She walked forward angrily, picked up the design drawing, and read it carefully several times, but she didn't think it was too feminine.

But after all, Feng Mu is Party A, Menglan can only suppress the anger in her heart, and ask in a good voice,
"Since you still feel dissatisfied, then I'll take it back and modify it, but I don't know where Feng always thinks it's feminine?"

Feng Mu's handsome face was tense, he took out the water glass on the coffee table, and took a sip, "I'm just offering advice, how to modify it, shouldn't it be a question that the dream designer should consider?"

(End of this chapter)