Help each other with "silence"

Chapter 40:

Another half month passed in a seemingly peaceful manner.

Today is the day to exchange plans with Tuyu Company.

Shen Shen sat at the dining table, looking at Gu Yimo who was quietly eating the breakfast he made.

The waves in the amber eyes never calm down.

She looked up at the warm sun emitting warm light outside the window, and closed her eyes.

In the warm golden color, there is a gradually fading smile.

"Let's go." Gu Yimo finished drinking the coffee in his cup, picked up his bag, said to Shen Mo, and walked out.

"Mmm, good." Mo Mo simply cleaned up the dishes, dried his hands and put on his coat to follow.

The whole journey was silent, maybe it was because Gu Yimo was also nervous.

But Gu Yimo didn't say a word, so he didn't speak in silence.

It was dead silent.

When he arrived at the company, Shen Mo walked two steps behind Gu Yimo, looking at the straight and resolute back in front, the amber in his eyes seemed to have condensed into a thick liquid, like amber in flames, with a trace of The golden liquid seemed to be dripping from the corner of his eyes to the ground.

The elegant and quiet eyes suddenly turned into empty gray.

The ominous premonition was about to swallow the silence, starting from the ground under his feet, and it collapsed bit by bit.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Sitting in the conference room, Gu Yimo looked at Tuyu who opened the door and said smilingly to herself, without opening her lips, she just nodded lightly.

"Then Mr. Gu invites you first, or should I invite you first?" Tu Yu's slender eyes narrowed into a line, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth always gave people the illusion of being teased.

"Mr. Tu was joking, the guests are the most important, so Mr. Tu should invite you first." Gu Yimo smiled lightly, ignoring Tu Yu's ridicule, put down the document in his hand and made a gesture of invitation to Tu Yu.

Qin Yan did not follow, which is rare.

Glancing at the unfamiliar face standing beside Tuyu, Gu Yimo raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curved in disdain.

Tu Yu talked about the designs provided by his company, and Gu Yimo listened with a frown on his brows.

A very good design.

It should be said that it is very good.

Excluding personal emotions, Qin Yan is indeed worthy of being a world-class designer.

However, compared to the design sent by someone who does not know, it is still inferior.

After Tu Yu finished speaking, she still looked at Gu Yimo with that unpleasant expression, as if she was showing off something.

After Gu Yimo said a few words, he began to talk about the design that he had sorted out for almost a month.

Shen Mo heard that his design was completely sorted out, and a gleam of joy flashed in the amber.

But when Tuyu heard that this design was clearly superior to his own, his brows trembled, but the corners of his mouth became more and more wanton.

Looking at Tuyu's smile without saying a word, Amber suddenly trembled violently.

Actually... is that so...

After Gu Yimo finished speaking, she curled her lips, stared at Tu Yu with a pair of black eyes, and said no more.

"Very good design, Mr. Gu." Tu Yu suddenly stood up and clapped his hands, but the corners of his smiling lips suddenly lost their curvature, "However, may I ask where Mr. Gu's design draft came from?" Is it okay?"

Gu Yimo's eyes shrank suddenly, looking at Tu Yu, unable to speak.

Ominous, foreboding.

"I have a friend who recently designed a design that is exactly the same as this one. She didn't sell it to me because she wanted to publish it alone, but she hasn't published it yet? I don't know where Gu always got it?"

Gu Yimo listened, her constricted pupils looked in the direction of silence for some reason.

She thought that she could find her thoughts from the silent and calm eyes, but what she saw was that those amber eyes that were supposed to be full of gentleness were occupied by disbelief. broken.

She actually, is this the purpose?

It is not a competition of design drafts, but what is aimed at is trust that is so fragile that it will be blown away.