Song only finally fell asleep, and Shen Lang was always thinking about a question, whether to kill her with a knife while she was sleeping.

This damn woman not only confused his gender, but also dressed him in such an ugly dress.

But it was a bit of a struggle for these little paws to take off the skirt, let alone the bow tied around the head.

Forget it, it's good to endure for a night.

Even if it's impatient...... It seems that there is no way, because, at this moment, Shen Lang is being surrounded by a pair of jade arms, because he is too hard, his kitten face has been squeezed and deformed by Song Zhi's chest.

I slept very well this night, the soft cat hair was much more comfortable than the pillow, Song only stretched out and sat up, and when she lifted the quilt, she found that her cuteness was gone again!

At this time, Shen Lang was sitting on the balcony upstairs, with a pink rag strip around his neck and a pink bow tied on his head.

Fortunately, before he came back, he jumped from the window of Song Zhizhi's house to the air conditioner, and returned to the upstairs unit, and no one saw his embarrassed appearance.

"Click!"

Shen Yuan secretly poked his head out of the bedroom, pressed the shutter with the camera, and helped Shen Lang record this unforgettable moment.

Annoyance, humiliation, mixed with anger, were about to erupt from Shen Lang's eyes.

Shen Yuan was so frightened that he hid the camera behind him and couldn't help himself from laughing.

He wiped a handful of tears and gave Shen Lang a thumbs up: "The shape is good." ”

Shen Lang didn't want to quarrel, he just wanted to kill.

He stepped out of the balcony and changed into the clothes he had prepared in advance.

"Did you find it?" Shen Yuan leaned over and asked.

Shen Yuan frowned, his eyes were sparse and sharp, and he said in a low voice: "I haven't found it for the time being, but I'm sure it should be in her hands." ”

Shen Yuan blinked with a pair of big eyes: "How are you sure?" ”

Shen Lang put on a expensive blazer, and when he walked out of the house, he threw down two words: "Intuition." ”

"I've only heard of women's intuition, when did the big men have intuition too?"

Shen Yuan pondered and meditated, could it be that the old brother only meant something to Song?

Could it be that the thousand-year-old iron tree is finally about to bloom?

He hurriedly chased out: "Brother, what are you going to do next?" Are you going to use a beautiful man's trick? I've already thought about it, let's have a hero to save the beauty first......"

"Don't talk nonsense." Shen Lang got into the car, took out his mobile phone and began to enter the work state: "Amy, notify the personnel department that all supervisors and above will go to the 22nd floor for a meeting." Tell Tang Li from the marketing department to come to my office alone after the meeting......"

The car drove to the gate of the community, and Shen Yuan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, saw Song Zhizhi from a long distance, and a middle-aged aunt opposite, even talking with a gesture, as if she was looking for ......

"Brother."

Shen Lang glanced at Song Yuan in the direction of Shen Yuan's finger.

"She's supposed to be looking for you."

He hung up the phone and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Investigate all the information about this woman from birth to the present." ”

"Brother, do you want to soak her?" Shen Yuan had an expectant expression on his face, and he looked like a sow in heat.

Shen Lang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked down at today's financial news.

Song only searched almost every corner of the community, but there was no trace of the little meow.

That sense of loss came back again, making her feel bad.

If it weren't for Lei Yuling's assistant Wang Xintong calling her to hurry back to the studio, I'm afraid she would have spent the whole day looking for Mengmeng.

"Well, you're finally here."

As soon as Song only stepped into the studio, Wang Xintong pulled her straight to the boss's office.

Her second monk was confused, and the fox asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Wang Xintong looked around, waved his hand to a few colleagues who were watching the excitement, leaned into Song Zhizhi's ear, and lowered his voice and said: "There was a problem with the design draft you submitted yesterday, and Mr. Chen was very dissatisfied, and now he is angry with the boss." ”

"Won't it?" Song's eyes widened.

Wang Xintong gave her a "mournful and changeable" look, and patted her shoulder gently: "You ask for more blessings." ”

Song only took a deep breath and stood outside the door of Lei Yuling's office for a while, then mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

"Sister Yuling, Mr. Chen."

She crept in and timidly glanced at Chen Xinghe, the owner of Yueran Clothing Company, who was getting angry.

Lei Yuling saw Song Zhizhi, as if she had seen a savior, and hurriedly pulled her over, and said angrily: "It's just that, how did you design this time, you see that Mr. Chen is angry, and he doesn't apologize to Mr. Chen." ”

Something went wrong with her work?

His eyes fell on the design of the display shelf, and Song couldn't help frowning.

The design drawing is indeed hers, but the women's shirt in the design drawing was originally a green fruit collar with an asymmetrical style, and the waistline was tied with a ribbon, but now it has become a small stand collar, and the belt has been changed to a tie at the neckline.

This kind of design is decent if it sounds good, and OUT if it is ugly.

Song only continued to look through a few pages of design drawings, whether it was a coat, a trench coat, a T-shirt, or a skirt, so the design drawings were all modified.

She faced Chen Xinghe and said apologetically: "I'm sorry Mr. Chen, this time it was my negligence and I took the wrong design drawing that has not been modified." ”

Lei Yuling is a person with vision, and hurriedly squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Don't hurry up and show the revised one to Mr. Chen." ”

"No need!" Chen Xinghe's face was gloomy, and his words were frighteningly cold: "The design of Yuling Studio is nothing more than that, it seems that there is no need for us to cooperate." ”

Seeing this, Lei Yuling pointed at Song and scolded, "How did you do it?" Do you want to show this design to the customer? I don't think you want to do it anymore, pack up your things and get out of here. ”

As soon as Chen Xinghe walked out of Lei Yuling's office, his mobile phone suddenly rang: "Yes, Mr. Shen, don't worry, okay ......"

He turned around abruptly and pushed open the door of Lei Yuling's office, his face changed from cloudy to sunny, and there was a big change of one hundred and eighty degrees, and even, with a hint of flattery, he smiled at Song Zhi: "Miss Song, I'm clumsy, I just learned that your design and the design of this year's Paris Fashion Week are similar, good, good, very good." ”

Song was only stunned.

What's going on with this Nima?

Can this kind of messy design still be in line with international standards?

Chen Xinghe took out the contract, handed it to Lei Yuling, and said with a smile: "Miss Lei, let's sign the contract." ”

Lei Yuling smiled and shook her chin: "Although the design drawings were only drawn by Song, these are my concepts, Mr. Chen, we have a happy cooperation." ”

Song was only completely petrified, it turned out that from beginning to end, she was a backstabber.