Chapter 674

If Wenwan is a useful talent, he doesn't mind taking some efforts to re cultivate a talent. If Wenwan can't get on the wall, he will be directly let go and he will recruit a competent design director.

He wants to cultivate gentleness. First, he wants to see her real level. Second, he wants to give her a chance. Third, he doesn't hate gentleness and is more comfortable to get along with. He thinks that gentleness has a unique temperament and is very attractive.

"Wan Wan, what can I do for you?"

"He said that he would supervise my works and let me design them well, otherwise he would be rude to me," he said

"Do you think this man is sick? Why are you holding me up?"

"I didn't offend him?"

"You're stupid. Mr. Mo wants to cultivate you personally. If it's too late for others to burn incense, why do you keep complaining?"

"Do you know that CC was also a new graduate, who was trained by Mr. Mo himself and taught her hand in hand to become the chief designer of the company."

"Mo is always willing to teach you. He thinks highly of you."

"But I'm... I'm under a lot of pressure. I'm in a mess now. I don't have any ideas. He asked me to submit the manuscript to him tomorrow morning. What can I do for him?"

"It's OK. When you go home, calm down and think about it. The first time you design, just draw. No matter how powerful a designer is, it's impossible to design a successful work at one time."

"Well, that's the only way."

Wenwan stayed up all night at home and didn't design a satisfactory work until the next morning.

When she stares at the black eye circle and is in a good mood to hand in the manuscript, she is hit by Mo Qingqiu and has no love.

"Are you going to draw some of these all night?"

"Will you tell me what this is, is it a children's painting, or graffiti?"

Wen Wan listened to his evaluation of the fruits of his labor in this way. He was especially aggrieved and dissatisfied.

She knows that her works may not be perfect, but it's really her hard work all night. Can't he speak more tactfully?

Do you have to be sarcastic and vicious?

"Speak, what are you drawing?" Mo Qingqiu roared out, and he was so scared that he trembled all over.

"It's my whole night's work!"

"What a hard work! What kind of painstaking efforts do you dare to talk about when you draw things that are inferior to those of primary school students? " While Mo Qingqiu was talking, he tore up the design and threw it all over the floor.

"Go back and redesign, and hand in the manuscript again tomorrow."

"Yes Gentle bear the impulse to cry, gently nodded.

When she came to the door, Mo Qingqiu suddenly said: "wait, take your garbage away."

Hearing his words, his gentle back suddenly froze, and his tears rolled down in his eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, she was held in the palm of her father's hand. At school, she was also a good girl liked by the teacher. After she got married, she was also respected by Tang Mochen. She had never suffered such injustice and humiliation.

But she knew that her father had gone, the teacher had new students, and Tang Mochen was someone else's husband, and she had only herself left.

She can't rely on anyone now, she can only rely on herself.

Wen Wan squatted on the ground with tears and picked up the pieces of design that he had torn into pieces.

After Mo Qingqiu calmed down, looking at her sad and trembling back, he suddenly regretted that he had just not restrained his temper and said such hurtful words.

In fact, now I think about it, he can see the gentle efforts. After all, the design draft this morning is much better than the design draft when I submitted my resume.

He's a little too hard on a new man!

"Cough... I just said something unpleasant. Don't take it to heart."

"In fact, I'm also for your own good. Your works can't even pass the audition."

He nodded gently and said in a hoarse voice, "I know. Thank you for your cultivation. I will continue to work hard."

Mo Qingqiu could hear some anger in these words, but he was not angry either. After all, it was just his bad attitude.

Although he has a big temper, one of his advantages is that he can correct his mistakes.

"Cough... Or if I invite you to dinner at noon, I'll take it as an apology. It's really my bad attitude just now."

"No, thanks for Mr. Mo's kindness. I went out in advance." Wenwan picked up the debris on the ground and went out.

Mo always looked at the back of gentle anger, embarrassed to touch the nose.

Later, he had to control his temper. He thought he was a man of great ability, but he didn't deny it. He also had a big temper.

This is really not very good. I think he is the enemy now.

The next morning, Wen Wan showed him a new design draft. After reading it, Mo Qingqiu was furious, because he felt that today's design was not as good as yesterday's.

When his temper came up, he couldn't control himself at all and forgot his self reflection yesterday.

Today, not only didn't restrain his temper, but also said something even worse: "Miss Wen, I'm so disappointed in you."

"Yesterday's design is a children's painting of primary school students, today's painting is a piece of stinking dog shit."

"Have you ever studied design? Is your education fake?"

Brush, brush!

"Get out and paint again!" Mo Qingqiu tore the design draft into pieces and smashed it on Wenwan's face. Wenwan stepped back.

Today, she squatted down consciously to pick up debris.

"Get out, you're a designer, not a cleaner!"

"I'm upset to see you, stupid to death, and have the face to say that I'm a designer!"

Wenwan listened to his words, and her hand trembled slightly when she was picking up the pieces of paper. She could no longer suppress her inner grievance and anger.

Suddenly he stood up and smashed all the pieces of paper in his hand on Mo Qingqiu's face. He said angrily, "Mo Qingqiu, don't go too far. Do you have any education?"

"I'm not as good as you in design, but I'm much better than you in character. I won't hurt people casually and I won't be so mean."

"I won't take part in this competition. What can you do with me?"

Mo Qingqiu looked at the gentle attitude, but also angry: "this grievance you can't bear, you are always a mediocre person, never want to succeed in your life."

"Go away, you won't use it for work tomorrow, my men don't raise rubbish!"

"I'm willing to be a mediocre person, and I'm 100 times better than you who are so narcissistic." Wenwan slams the door out.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the office, and a man's painful groan.

The gentle instinct stops and looks back. I don't know whether Mo Qingqiu kicked over the table or fell down.

"Regardless of him, proud bastard, it's good to die."

Wenwan angrily walked forward, but when she came to the elevator door, she still wanted to go back and see what happened inside?