Chapter: 239
Su Meng was embarrassed by being teased at the same time, "Oh, it's all an old husband and wife, so don't make fun of me."
This remark naturally provokes compliments from the people around him.
Standing outside the crowd, Lin Xiyu looked at Su Meng's appearance nourished by his love career, and thought that his position as the chief designer had been taken away by Su Meng, and a hint of resentment rose in his heart.
She wouldn't let Su Meng take her lead designer status so easily.
Just wait and see.
In the afternoon it was a boring rehearsal, pointing out and solving problems.
Everything went smoothly, but when I was about to turn on the music and let the model try to step on it, Su Meng found that the catwalk music was gone.
She suddenly changed her face, and nervously began to search through the files on the computer.
Her face was so ugly that it aroused the doubts of other colleagues, "Designer Su, what's the matter?"
Su Meng continued to flip through the files on the computer without blinking, with a trace of extravagant hope in her heart. Perhaps the audio was not known to be put in an unknown file by her, and it must have been lost.
"I can't find the audio file of the catwalk, I'll look for it again!"
These words changed the expressions of the staff present.
"Oh my god, the music for the catwalk is the original music that we found the band recorded a month in advance. There is only such a copy. If we really can't find it, what about our catwalk three days later!"
"Yes, there are only five days left before the catwalk, and there is no time for the band to re-record."
"Designer Su, did you delete it accidentally? Go to the recycle bin."
Su Meng shook her head, so anxious that a layer of sweat came out on her forehead, "No, I've looked for it. Don't worry, I'll look for it again."
But the heavens didn't seem to hear her prayers, even though she rummaged through hundreds of folders in the computer, she couldn't find the audio.
Someone next to him reminded, "Designer Su, the band should have sent the audio to you via email, or do you want to download it again."
These words reminded Su Meng and made her feel a touch of extravagant hope.
Her mailbox was automatically logged in, but when she opened the email, she found that the email in it had been emptied by someone unknown when.
She was anxious, but her mind turned quickly, "Did you see anyone touch my computer today?"
She hadn't touched the computer this afternoon, and she didn't even have the impression of deleting the audio, so this audio can only be deleted deliberately by someone else.
Even the files in her mailbox were deleted by that person.
If you find that person, you may be able to retrieve the audio.
The other people looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Not paying attention, we are all busy this afternoon."
Standing in the crowd, Lin Xiyu curled up her mouth and showed a triumphant smile.
She put her arms around her breasts, looked at Su Meng who was sweating profusely in front of her sarcastically, and ridiculed, "Su Meng, you are still the chief designer. You can't watch a copy of the audio, and when did she delete it? I don't know. I see you, let's resign and go home and become the president's wife."
The others didn't speak, but the eyes looking at Su Meng also contained condemnation and a hint of anger.
A fashion show is the result of the joint efforts of dozens of people throughout the company. The loss of audio not only messed up a show, but also ruined all the efforts of the entire company for several months.
Someone was outspoken and echoed Lin Xiyu and said, "Designer Su, your husband is Shen Yu'an, and a diamond ring costs hundreds of millions. Of course, he doesn't care about a fashion show. But do you know how important this fashion show is to the company?"
Su Meng listened to these people's accusations, her face was hot, and her heart was full of self-blame and shame.
But now is not the time for self-blame and shame. Finding a solution to the problem is the most important thing.
She took a deep breath and straightened her waist, "I lost this audio from my hand, and I will be responsible for finding it. If I can't find it, I will be responsible for it!"
Lin Xiyu sneered, "The fashion show messed up, how are you responsible? Can you afford it?"
Everyone looked at Su Meng silently, eyes full of distrust.
These silent gazes made Su Meng feel suffocated.
Just as she was about to speak, a familiar male voice suddenly heard behind her, "My wife can't afford it, but I can!"
Su Meng turned around in surprise and saw Shen Yu'an. JrNovels.com
This remark naturally provokes compliments from the people around him.
Standing outside the crowd, Lin Xiyu looked at Su Meng's appearance nourished by his love career, and thought that his position as the chief designer had been taken away by Su Meng, and a hint of resentment rose in his heart.
She wouldn't let Su Meng take her lead designer status so easily.
Just wait and see.
In the afternoon it was a boring rehearsal, pointing out and solving problems.
Everything went smoothly, but when I was about to turn on the music and let the model try to step on it, Su Meng found that the catwalk music was gone.
She suddenly changed her face, and nervously began to search through the files on the computer.
Her face was so ugly that it aroused the doubts of other colleagues, "Designer Su, what's the matter?"
Su Meng continued to flip through the files on the computer without blinking, with a trace of extravagant hope in her heart. Perhaps the audio was not known to be put in an unknown file by her, and it must have been lost.
"I can't find the audio file of the catwalk, I'll look for it again!"
These words changed the expressions of the staff present.
"Oh my god, the music for the catwalk is the original music that we found the band recorded a month in advance. There is only such a copy. If we really can't find it, what about our catwalk three days later!"
"Yes, there are only five days left before the catwalk, and there is no time for the band to re-record."
"Designer Su, did you delete it accidentally? Go to the recycle bin."
Su Meng shook her head, so anxious that a layer of sweat came out on her forehead, "No, I've looked for it. Don't worry, I'll look for it again."
But the heavens didn't seem to hear her prayers, even though she rummaged through hundreds of folders in the computer, she couldn't find the audio.
Someone next to him reminded, "Designer Su, the band should have sent the audio to you via email, or do you want to download it again."
These words reminded Su Meng and made her feel a touch of extravagant hope.
Her mailbox was automatically logged in, but when she opened the email, she found that the email in it had been emptied by someone unknown when.
She was anxious, but her mind turned quickly, "Did you see anyone touch my computer today?"
She hadn't touched the computer this afternoon, and she didn't even have the impression of deleting the audio, so this audio can only be deleted deliberately by someone else.
Even the files in her mailbox were deleted by that person.
If you find that person, you may be able to retrieve the audio.
The other people looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Not paying attention, we are all busy this afternoon."
Standing in the crowd, Lin Xiyu curled up her mouth and showed a triumphant smile.
She put her arms around her breasts, looked at Su Meng who was sweating profusely in front of her sarcastically, and ridiculed, "Su Meng, you are still the chief designer. You can't watch a copy of the audio, and when did she delete it? I don't know. I see you, let's resign and go home and become the president's wife."
The others didn't speak, but the eyes looking at Su Meng also contained condemnation and a hint of anger.
A fashion show is the result of the joint efforts of dozens of people throughout the company. The loss of audio not only messed up a show, but also ruined all the efforts of the entire company for several months.
Someone was outspoken and echoed Lin Xiyu and said, "Designer Su, your husband is Shen Yu'an, and a diamond ring costs hundreds of millions. Of course, he doesn't care about a fashion show. But do you know how important this fashion show is to the company?"
Su Meng listened to these people's accusations, her face was hot, and her heart was full of self-blame and shame.
But now is not the time for self-blame and shame. Finding a solution to the problem is the most important thing.
She took a deep breath and straightened her waist, "I lost this audio from my hand, and I will be responsible for finding it. If I can't find it, I will be responsible for it!"
Lin Xiyu sneered, "The fashion show messed up, how are you responsible? Can you afford it?"
Everyone looked at Su Meng silently, eyes full of distrust.
These silent gazes made Su Meng feel suffocated.
Just as she was about to speak, a familiar male voice suddenly heard behind her, "My wife can't afford it, but I can!"
Su Meng turned around in surprise and saw Shen Yu'an. JrNovels.com
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