The female supporting task of the goddess of fast wear

Chapter 380 The Secret Life of the Female Supporting Partner 32
Mu Qianjiu rejected Zhang Zijie's pursuit and is still under his command. Everyone knows that she will have a hard time in the future. It seems that Zhang Zijie wants to squeeze Mu Qianjiu away.

Mu Qianjiu looked at the drawings still on his desk, a little coldness appeared in his star eyes, he raised his head from his own affairs, and faced Zhang Zijie, who had already turned his back on him and other colleagues who were fighting fiercely.

Indifferently asked: "You were supposed to make this picture yourself. I just did it for you according to your request. It's not my responsibility."

Zhang Zijie didn't expect that he would hear such words, so he sneered, turned around and looked at Mu Qianjiu mockingly, and said, "I told you to change, you have to change, or else even if you came in through connections, I would Can make you leave immediately, believe it or not."

Hearing that Zhang Zijie started to yell at Mu Qianjiu, many people tried to stop him, telling him not to speak so blatantly.

Although this is indeed an unspoken rule of their design department, this kind of thing is usually kept private, because it will bring bad feelings to new employees.

When Mu Qianjiu heard Zhang Zijie's arrogant words, he looked at him again, because he was too fat and his blood rose rapidly, and he was furious.

Mu Qianjiu was wondering what to do if he accidentally pissed him off, but his thin lips parted slightly, and what he spit out was still: "Really, if I say I don't believe it, are you going to drive me away now?" ?”

Sure enough, as soon as Mu Qianjiu finished speaking, Zhang Zijie's eyes became a little colder, he pointed at Mu Qianjiu and said, "Then we'll just wait and see."

Just after he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice sounding extremely stern behind him: "Why are you telling her to wait and see, this is a nice office, what kind of quarrel are you planning to make, both of you come to my office .”

As soon as he entered the office, Zhang Zijie said to the director of the design department: "Director, it's not bad for me to be angry. It was Mu Qianjiu who came in because of her relationship, so she didn't obey the management, and the things she ordered were also very disobedient." Take it easy, I'm angry."

Hearing Zhang Zijie's words, the director of the design department cast his eyes on Mu Qianjiu: "How do you explain it?"

How did Mu Qianjiu get in? He couldn't be more clear about it. Her works were hard enough to get in, not because of relationships, so he has been paying attention to Mu Qianjiu all the time.

The director of the design department looked at himself with a lifeless expression between his brows and eyes, waiting for himself to explain.

Mu Qianjiu glanced at Zhang Zijie, who was looking at him aggressively with cold eyes, and said calmly: "He entrusted me with the design work that he should complete, because he didn't make out what he had in mind, so he asked me to do it." Until he's satisfied, I say it's his job, and that's it."

Hearing what Mu Qianjiu said, Zhang Zijie immediately denied it with glaring eyes: "That's not my work, it's just a task I asked her to practice inspiration. If you don't believe me, you can check with the director."

Facing the director of the design department who is usually good-tempered, Zhang Zijie didn't take into account what he said. As the best designers in the company, he didn't believe that the director of the design department was not interested in him.

The director of the design department obviously knew Zhang Zijie's crookedness, but he didn't speak to Zhang Zijie immediately, but asked Mu Qianjiu, "Is that so?"

Mu Qianjiu looked at the director of the design department who didn't make a conclusion easily, and then glanced at Zhang Zijie who looked at him proudly with raised eyebrows.

Xingmou said with evil charm: "Maybe, indeed! Such drawings can only be used as inspiration exercises. If they are submitted as works, they are really scumbags and perfunctory."

What Mu Qianjiu said was very casual. Zhang Zijie, who heard this, looked at Mu Qianjiu incredulously, and said with anger and gritted teeth: "My design is poor, why don't you piss and take a picture, see Let's see what you can come up with."

Hearing this, Mu Qianjiu looked at the design director and said meaningfully: "It seems that I don't need to say more, I think the company will give me a reasonable arrangement, and I'm going to work."

After speaking, he glanced at Zhang Zijie who was standing there dumbfounded, turned around and opened the door, and walked out of the crowded office.

Those who wanted to listen to gossip outside the office saw that Mu Qianjiu opened the door first and came out. Looking at countless pairs of eyes looking at him, Mu Qianjiu said with a smile: "Why? What do I do, I guess the director will come out soon."

Looking at Mu Qianjiu's face, always with a bit of a wicked smile, the people around the outside scattered like birds and beasts, and returned to their seats one after another, but their curious eyes were still fixed on the director. office.

Within a few minutes, the door of the director's office was opened again, and Zhang Zijie walked out with a gloomy face.

Looking at the people staring at him in the office, he said angrily, "What are you looking at, haven't you seen something strange?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Mu Qianjiu's direction coldly, walked to his desk, and violently stuffed his documents into the box at his feet with a slap in the face.

Walking to the other side, next to a designer, he stomped the box on the table, looked at the person who looked at him with doubts, and said angrily: "The director asked me to change places with you."

Looking at the impatient Zhang Zijie, the one who was sitting on the chair just wanted to get angry when he saw the director standing at the door, making eye contact with him, motioning for him to let go.

So he stood up directly, packed his things a few times, looked at the proud Zhang Zijie, snorted coldly, and walked towards Zhang Zijie's original position.

When he saw Mu Qianjiu, he glanced at Mu Qianjiu with disdain on his face, but when he turned around and saw Zhang Zijie's provocative face looking at Mu Qianjiu, he changed his mind instantly.

Facing Mu Qianjiu, he said: "From now on, you will be in my group, don't worry, I will cover you."

Looking at the person who looked at him with a smile like a chameleon, Mu Qianjiu knew that he just wanted to anger Zhang Zijie, so she had no feelings for him.

Just a faint promise: "Thank you."

Looking at it, Zhang Zijie's eyes were full of gloom, so he went for a walk no matter what.

But Mu Qianjiu didn't care at all, but spent the whole afternoon repeatedly looking at the information sent by the other party, carefully comparing the gap between the memory of the original owner before and after, even the time difference.

The more she looked at her, the deeper her eyes became, until finally she sat silently on the chair, and just passed the afternoon like this.

Early the next morning.

Not long after Mu Qianjiu arrived at the office, he saw Zhang Zijie frantically looking for him on his seat.

But after searching for a long time, he found nothing. The female colleague who was not used to seeing Mu Qian for a long time yesterday asked Zhang Zijie curiously, "What? Did you drop something?"

(End of this chapter)