After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 242 You Are Pregnant With His Child

A woman wearing glasses entered the conference room.

"Sun Youyou?" Tang Jie stared at her, "What are you doing here?"

"So, you do know each other..." Old Madam Sheng sat down proudly, "This is an employee of your company. She personally reported to me that when she designed Rumengling perfume, she stole the formula!"

"Zhao Chumian, I heard that you lost your memory. Maybe you even forgot that you stole the formula! You thought it was your own original! Shameless!" Old lady Sheng patted the table heavily, "Sure enough, a woman like you, You don't deserve to appear in our Sheng family!"

"Heh." Zhao Chumian smiled softly, "What do you do for work?"

"Mr. Zhao, I am in research and development. At the end of last year, you gave me the formula of the perfume. You also said at that time that you finally got it. I still don't understand what it means. Until today..." Sun Youyou lowered her head, "Mr. Zhao, I can't lie to myself."

"Impossible, it's impossible for Mianmian to copy her! They are not familiar with each other before, Miss Wan is often abroad and rarely comes back, how can Mianmian have a chance?" Tang Jie immediately retorted, "Sun Youyou, did you remember wrongly?"

"Wanwan often stays abroad, but she also comes back occasionally. Wanwan treats her well and treats her like a sister-in-law, so she will naturally share it. I didn't expect that she not only viciously stole Wanwan's things, but also pushed her downstairs!" Sheng The wrinkles at the corners of the old lady's eyes deepened, "Xifang, you have to do justice to Wanwan."

"I've told you about the falling from the building many times." Sheng Xifang's face was cold, "Grandma, today we are talking about perfume."

"It's not someone else who she plagiarized, but Wan Wan! You grew up together..." Old Madam Sheng was excited.

Every time, she would bring up the matter of her pushing Wanmei down the stairs. It seems that Mrs. Sheng was very injured because of Wanmei's leg...

Zhao Chumian got up and walked slowly to Wan Mei's side.

"Speaking of that day on the top of the building..." She propped up the wheelchair, leaned over to Wanmei's ear, and whispered, "You said you were pregnant with his child..."

Zhao Chumian's voice was very soft.

In the quiet conference room, only Wan Mei could hear her.

Her face turned pale.

She clasped her knees tightly with her hands, bit her lip, dodged her eyes, and said nothing.

What does Zhao Chumian mean?
She remembered?
Besides this sentence, do you remember anything else?
How could she recover her memory and still be so calm?

Her reaction was so strong, it seemed that her dream was indeed a hint, but what Wan Mei said was more than that.

But the dream is not clear.

"Is the child gone?" Zhao Chumian continued to whisper.

"Miss Zhao, you don't have to scold me. It's grandma who thinks I've been wronged and wants to seek justice for me. But in fact, I don't care. It's better for you to take it than other people, and it can make more people like it. I am very happy with the perfume I made..." Wan Mei said softly.

Old Madam Sheng looked at Wanmei with a broken heart, "Wanwan, you are really...too kind, how can you let this kind of person go."

Zhao Chumian stared at Wanmei, what brand of plastic bag is it, it can hold it so well.

His face was thicker than a city wall, and if the country of Hua was attacked, he could block the artillery fire with his face on the border.

"Xifang, talk!" Old Madam Sheng glared at Sheng Xifang.

"Grandma really wants me to tell?" Sheng Xifang raised his indifferent eyes.

"You said."

Sheng Xifang winked lightly, and Du Mu, who had already prepared, went in with his laptop, put it on the table, and pressed the space bar.

The paused frame plays.

On the screen, in a closed laboratory, Wan Mei pours out the perfume of Rumengling and puts it into an ordinary bottle.

She moved cautiously, looking left and right, for fear of being discovered.

"This..." Wan Mei bit her lip hard.

When the video ended, Zhao Chumian clicked it again and played it again in front of Wanmei.

"Wow, it turns out that Miss Wan developed the perfume in this way..." Zhao Chumian chuckled, "It's like buying chocolate from a supermarket, melting it, and condensing it into chocolate. Is it the chocolate you made yourself?"

"Wanwan, what's going on?" Mrs. Sheng asked in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)