"What are you doing?" Yang Yang's voice came closer and closer, and both Chu Jiajia and Song Yanran subconsciously took two steps aside.

Yang Yang walked forward and stopped in front of Mo Yue.

"Director, today is the day that Designer Mo delivers the finished product," Chu Jiajia reminded.

Yang Yang lowered his head and glanced at the cowhide bag on the side of Mo Yue's leg, and asked: "Since we are just handing over the finished product, is there any need to mobilize so many people?"

Chu Jiajia's eyes flickered a little and she gave Song Yanran a look.

"Mo Yue hasn't gone to the finished product room in the past two days because of what happened last time, so..." Song Yanran said while looking at Mo Yue proudly.

Mo Yue sneered in her heart, actually daring to mention what happened last time.

Yang Yang's face suddenly darkened, he glanced at Song Yanran, turned around and walked back.

"Mo Yue, come with me, I will check it myself."

"yes."

Mo Yue bent down and carried the bag, walking past Song Yanran and arriving at Yang Yang's office.

Yangyang leaned on the desk, with a bit of dissatisfaction, "I don't care what grudges you had before, this is the company, and I don't want to see other things happen."

Mo Yue lowered her head, "Sorry, director, I will pay attention."

Explanation at this moment will not have any effect, but will make Yangyang even more uncomfortable.

Sure enough, Yangyang's elongated face became a little looser.

"Take out your finished products. There must be no problems with this batch of finished products." Yangyang's eyes became sharp. After all, he was an old man in the workplace. He could tell what might happen with just one glance.

Mo Yue became nervous and whispered: "I made the finished product, but it is a little different from the one on the paper."

Yangyang frowned, "I want a reason."

Mo Yue bent down and opened the cowhide bag, took out the finished product and displayed it in front of Yang Yang's eyes.

Yang Yang took two steps forward and carefully looked at the fashion elements added by Mo Yue. After a long time, he said, "Your adaptability is pretty good, but your personnel relations are in a mess."

Mo Yue bit her lower lip lightly, with a bit of helplessness, "Maybe I'm not good at communication."

Yangyang took out the rest of the finished product. The finished product that incorporated fashion elements was two times more flavorful than the paper manuscript. She no longer wanted to investigate what happened to the fabric, but Mo Yue was very attentive when incorporating those fashion elements.

, and achieved her goal perfectly.

"Put these finished products here with me. You can go out first."

Mo Yue walked out of the director's office, and within a few steps, she saw Song Yanran's face looking up at the show.

"I have said before that those who pirate manuscripts must always be exposed, and the word "suffering the consequences" is a perfect term for you." Song Yanran's words were extremely sharp, and her face was full of sarcasm.

A smile appeared at the corner of Mo Yue's mouth, and she stopped in front of Song Yanran, "I should give this sentence to you. What is stolen is always stolen."

The sarcasm on Song Yanran's face was a little stiff, but after a second, she returned to her natural state, and suddenly said with enlightenment: "I forgot that you have another level of identity. What will happen if my uncle knows that you are abusing your power?"

Mo Yue was speechless. Song Yanran's imagination was so good.

"Whatever you think."

After saying these words, she walked past Song Yanran.

The anger in Song Yanran's eyes was burning brightly, she kicked her feet, turned around and walked out.

At noon, Mo Yue arrived at Lu's restaurant, found a seat by the window and sat down, eating lunch while looking downstairs intentionally or unintentionally.

When she was in the bathroom just now, she heard Chu Jiajia's call, saying that she was going to Bidley's for steak. Although she told herself not to care, she could not help but think about what was going on downstairs.

Lu Yichen's figure soon appeared in her field of vision, and Chu Jiajia followed Lu Yichen lovingly. The two looked extremely loving and harmonious.

She smiled bitterly, and it turned out that this was what Lu Yichen said.

"Can I sit here?"

Mo Yue frowned, this voice was too familiar.

She turned to look at the visitor. Lu Zichen came across from her with a piece of Western food, with a faint smile on his face.

Mo Yue shrugged indifferently, "It's up to you."

Lu Zichen's smile became even brighter and he bent down to sit down.

"But I think it's better for you not to sit down. After all, you and I are both married." Mo Yue added this just because he wanted to embarrass Lu Zichen.

Lu Zichen's body froze and he hesitated for a second before sitting opposite her.

Putting down the plate in his hand, he habitually pulled out a paper towel and wiped the area in front of him, and then said: "Don't forget, although we are all married, we are still a family after all."

Mo Yue never expected that Lu Zichen would say such a thing. She lowered her head and ate the rice in her bowl quietly.

The appearance of Lu Zichen disrupted all her thoughts, and her mood became more and more complicated.

"When Chu Jiajia comes back, let's make your relationship with him more rigid, otherwise you won't look like a jealous woman."

Mo Yue's hand stopped in mid-air, jealous woman? Lu Zichen actually used such a word to describe her?

"You don't have to rush to deny it. In fact, the situation between you and me is not much better now. I had no choice but to marry Song Yanran." Lu Zichen's eyes were a little sad, which made Mo Yue feel that she had known him before.

Lu Zichen is back again.

There was a bit more nostalgia in her eyes, and Lu Zichen's hand had been placed on hers without knowing when.

Mo Yue retracted her thoughts and quickly retracted her hand, with a bit of anger, "Lu Zichen, I am your aunt."

Lu Zichen laughed and said, "Aunt? I'm afraid you won't be able to sit in this position for a long time."

Mo Yue's heart sank, and she pretended to be calm and said, "At least I'm still your aunt now."

Lu Zichen retracted his hand and looked at the direction Lu Yichen left just now, "The situation in the Lu family is more complicated than what you have seen. I hope you won't get involved."

There was a little more doubt in her heart. What was the reason why Lu Zichen said this?

She looked into Lu Zichen's eyes, but couldn't understand anything.

She turned her head and looked downstairs, thinking far away, "Thank you for reminding me." But she never had the power to choose from the beginning to the end.

He put down the chopsticks in his hands, took the package and walked out.

Lu Zichen's eyes were always glued to her body. There were many things there, and what they were had nothing to do with her.

Before entering the design department, a shadow suddenly appeared. He raised his hand and struck it down.

She subconsciously ducked to the side, thus avoiding the slap.

"Mo Yue, I've known for a long time that you are a shameless person, and you actually want to seduce your nephew. Are you still shameless?" Song Yanran made a long face and pointed her finger at Mo Yue.

Mo Yue frowned, why is this Song Yanran so crazy?

"Don't act like that in front of me, I look disgusting." Song Yanran said with a look of disgust.

Mo Yue turned around and smiled, looking at Song Yanran, "Disgusting? Are you talking about yourself? I know how shameless I am, and I don't need you to remind me."

She was already sure that Song Yanran knew about Lu Zichen sitting opposite her just now.

"Mo Yue, I know you are not willing to let me take Zichen away from you, but since you already have a brother-in-law, why should you hold on to Zichen?" Song Yanran suddenly changed her look, her eyes were filled with tears.

It has also become red.

Mo Yue frowned, a little unsure of what kind of trick Song Yanran was playing.

"Are you worried that your uncle will be snatched away, so you are making two preparations? Mo Yue, just think of me as begging you, don't pester Zichen. It's not easy for me and Zichen to get to where we are today. Please let us go.

Okay?" Song Yanran held Mo Yue's hand tightly, her face full of prayer.

As Mo Yue stepped back, she tried to break away Song Yanran's hand from hers. With a strong effort, Song Yanran's body leaned back and fell heavily to the ground.
Chapter completed!