A little devil dressed in black said: "It's a big listed company, and you can't even design a set of clothes? ”

Wen Ting first asked the design team leader to think about whether there was any other way, if he really bought a set directly, he would not be in a hurry at this time.

She anxiously stood and sat in the office for a while, but she felt irritable and couldn't calm down.

There was a knock on the office door, and Wen Ting said "Please come in", only to see the head of the design team returning.

She handed Wen Ting a design draft, Wen Ting thought she had found the missing manuscript, took a look at it, and found that it was actually a children's dress painted by Si Yiyi.

You don't have to guess to know that this must have been put over there by Si Yiyi's design team, and without saying a word, she found the storage bag she made for Si Yiyi's work and was ready to stuff it in.

"Sister Ting, I think this may be useful. The leader of the design team said in a whisper with very little confidence.

A group of professional designers can't catch up with the draft, and they have to use the sketch of a five-year-old child, which is indeed a bit empty.

But in the quiet office, Wenting still heard what she was saying.

She paused, then pulled out the design that hadn't been fully stuffed in. I looked at it and looked at it, and my brows loosened and tightened.

"It's a good one, but it doesn't fit our theme this time. If you can just take a manuscript and use it, I don't know how many there are in the children's clothing group. ”

Thinking of the theme this time, Wen Ting remembered the dress that Si Yiyi showed her before that was praised by the teacher.

I took out all the works in Si Yiyi's work bag in one go, and rummaged through them for a while before finally finding that one.

When the leader of the design team saw the design draft of such a "life-saving charm", he said excitedly: "This is good! This is similar to our theme, and the details can be changed!"

When Wen Ting picked up the pen and was about to make his own corrections, he thought of something, and finally picked up the phone and called the teacher.

"Hello Teacher Helen, is Yiyi taking classes on your side now?"

After receiving a positive reply, Wen Ting briefly explained the situation to the teacher, and immediately sent a car to pick up Si Yiyi back.

A whirlwind seemed to blow in, Si Yiyi fell on the sofa, pouted and asked dissatisfiedly, "Mommy, I'm in class, why did you call me here?"

Wen Ting simply told her about the disappearance of the company's design draft in words that children could understand, and finally asked:

"So Mommy wants to ask you, can you make your design into clothes and sell it to other children?"

When Wen Ting was about to make direct changes, one of the reasons why she stopped writing was that she suddenly realized that this is also a design work, and every work is the brainchild of the designer.

If you want to use it, you should respect her wishes and creativity. It doesn't matter who this work comes from.

Si Yiyi was overjoyed after hearing this, and she pointed to the design draft on the table. "Is this the one you're talking about? Is it really possible?"

"Yes, we've designed them all so well! just a little bit to match the theme of our outfit this time. ”

Bringing his own special paintbrush for design, Si Yiyi hurriedly pulled Wen Ting to sit down, "Mommy, you say, I'll change it." ”

Wen Ting shook his head, and just brought her the theme elements of this issue, "Look at these elements, how they should be integrated into the costume." ”

The two of them began to lie on the small coffee table, and then Wen Ting, who was really squatting, was numb in his legs, and then shifted his position and asked Si Yiyi to lie on her desk.

She stood by and watched her make changes, sometimes whispering a little bit of it.

When Si Nanyu came, he saw two people lying on the desk, their heads were about to touch each other, and even when he walked over, no one looked up at him.

Walking to the front and back, Wenting finally looked up, but then pulled him to get out.

When he arrived at the door, Wen Ting pressed him to the sofa in the reception room, "Husband, you just sit here and wait, we should be almost finished." ”

Si Nanyu wanted to ask what was wrong, but Wen Ting left him and went back to the office lightly.

After sitting for a while, Si Nanyu saw Shen Xu passing by the door and stopped him. "Shen Xu, did something happen to your company today?"

From the beginning of entering this building, Si Nanyu obviously felt the difference in the atmosphere.

In the past, they came and went at a fast pace, and Ting Nan was often dressed up by all kinds of employees, either running around to deliver documents, or holding a cup of coffee, slowly looking for inspiration in the corridor.

And today, suddenly the lively building felt like the mute button had been pressed, and everyone looked nervous and hurried.

Even now that it's time to get off work, there are only a handful of people going out at the door.

When Shen Xu came over, he was also holding a pile of folders, frowning and hurriedly passing by, if it wasn't for Si Nanyu to stop him, he would still be immersed in his own world.

"Ah, chairman!" Shen Xu looked back and saw him smile, turned around and walked over. "What's the matter?"

"I asked you what's going on in your company, why doesn't it feel right today?"

The smile on Shen Xu's face disappeared, and he cried and told him about the accident that happened today. Finally, he raised his fist in indignation.

He said: "Everyone has worked hard for a month, and it is almost finished, and there is such a play! Don't let me know who it is, or I will have to beat him up." ”

When Si Nanyu pointed to the office and asked Shen Xu what Si Yiyi and Wen Ting were doing in the office, Shen Xu only knew that Si Yiyi came over in the afternoon, and he didn't know much else.

At eight or nine o'clock, the employees who worked overtime went home one after another. When they walked out of the office one by one, they were no longer in groups of three or five, playing and playing.

Dragged heavy steps, like the loss of a soulless, mechanical off work.

And Wen Ting and Si Yiyi, who still had the last bit left, were still fighting hard, striving to complete the manuscript before leaving work.

After finishing the last bit of painting, Si Yiyi stretched out a big waist and spread it out on Wen Ting's office chair. Asked excitedly:

"Mommy, that's okay, right? Will the kids on the street wear this dress in a few days?"

After seeing Wen Ting nodding, Si Yiyi became angry alone, screaming all over her mouth, and no one knew what she meant.

Si Nanyu, who heard the movement, pushed the door and came in, "Are you done painting? Are you hungry? It's already late, let's go to the reception room for a simple bite to eat before going back." ”

When he saw a large table of food, Wenting quipped. "It's so easy, you won't be hungry tomorrow morning after eating. ”