Ning Yang took Fu Linghua's hand with serious eyes.

Fu Linghua had a very ominous premonition, and the next moment he heard the woman say-

"I will stay this child, but I want you to help me pretend that this is Zhan Hanjue's child! Time just happens to match..."

Fu Linghua was struck by lightning: "At this time, are you still thinking about Zhan Hanjue?"

"Listen to me, you are not an open and upright young master in the Fu family, but Zhan Hanjue is, as long as our children are the young masters of the Zhan family's direct descendants in the future, they can inherit the property of the Zhan family. At that time, the Ning family, the Fu family, the Zhan family, and the three major families join forces. What will happen to us?"

When Fu Linghua heard this, he pondered for a while.

Although some of them don’t want their children to call them other fathers, they are undeniably moved.

I thought that my child could be so glorious...

"What do you want me to do?"

"Get clean up and go to France, I want to borrow your hand to smooth the blockade stones."

Ning Yang stroked his lower abdomen, with gentleness and kindness on his face.

Baby, baby, it's really time for you to come.

...

France.

The weekend passed in a blink of an eye and it was Monday.

Ivan has handed over the overall architectural design model to the project manager of Party A, that is, the rich woman.

Then he received a call from William, asking him to go to the conference room.

Ivan specially sorted out his hem and was proud. The design model this time was very perfect and would definitely impress the rich woman. He was full of joy and could imagine the upcoming praise...

However, when I opened the door of the conference room, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

"Director, Mrs. Smith, are you looking for me?" Ivan was a little suspicious.

Mrs. Smith took a printed architectural design model on the desktop and asked Ivan with a smile: "Ivan, is this your work?"

Ivan has always had a good relationship with Mrs. Smith, thanks to a previous one, when Mrs. Smith encountered danger while climbing the mountain, it was Ivan who saved her.

Ivan nodded: "Yes, this is my work."

"Official conception, no one can help you?"

Ivan didn't understand what Mrs. Smith asked about this, but nodded.

But as soon as he nodded, he found William, who was sitting next to Mrs. Smith, had a very stiff expression.

What's wrong with this?

"I have always thought your works are very spiritual and a rare talent. I also chose to believe you when you broke out a scandal this time. You really didn't disappoint me. You can design such excellent architectural drawings in such a short time..."

Mrs. Smith's tone became colder and colder.

Although it was praise, Ivan felt no kindness.

He looked at William even more puzzled.

"Director, Mrs. Smith, I really designed this manuscript very carefully. Every detail is as perfect as possible. If there is something not good enough, please..."

"Not good enough? Why are you not good enough! Even the design draft sealed by my deceased husband many years ago can be used as yours, isn't it good?"

Mrs. Smith suddenly slapped the table and stood up angrily.

Her husband, a professor in the Department of Architecture, died in the collapse of snow-capped mountains.

Mrs. Smith has always carefully preserved the manuscripts, models designed by him during his lifetime, and the concepts proposed about the Department of Architecture...

But I didn't expect that one day Ivan would come up with it and hand it over to her as his design?

Isn’t this a big deal of glory?

"What...what?" Ivan's knees softened, and the expression on his face completely froze.

Mrs. Smith carefully opened another sealed bag and took out a framed drawing. The content on the drawing was 80% similar to that of Ivan!

"I really misread you!"

"No, it's not like this..." Ivan felt cold all over and blamed him: "This design drawing is not mine, I stole Ning Xi's manuscript, I don't know anything..."

Ivan thought that after he was trashing the blame, Mrs. Smith would investigate Ning Xi and forgive her.

But unexpectedly, Mrs. Smith looked at him even more disgusted-

"As a designer, every work is your own child, and you actually steal other people's children?"

William was also secretly surprised, and his forehead was bursting with veins: "Ivan, what did you do?"

Could it be that the model he used to embezzle Ning Xi?

No wonder Ning Xi exposed the indecent video of Ivan and Amy in anger!

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I am being teased...

"I didn't steal it, I mean..." Ivan knew that he was speechless, and was sweating profusely, and even said something incoherently: "The drawings were given to me by Amy! Yes, Amy said that she designed them with Ning Xi, and the creativity was all from Ning Xi. If you don't believe it, you can ask Amy to confront you!"

Mrs. Smith no longer wants to listen to Ivan's quibbling, and Ivan has been sentenced to death here.

But whoever stole the design draft of her dead husband must be found out.

...

Ning Xi and Amy arrived at the conference room at the same time.

Amy was probably scared by Zhan Hanjue in the mall, and kept bowing her head guiltily and did not dare to look at her.

"Amy, do you know that the design drawings you gave me turned out to be Mr. Smith's last work?"

When Ewan saw Amy, he winked at her desperately.

Amy's pupils were tightened, full of shock: "Last work?"

"That's right!" Iwan said righteously: "You gave this drawing to me, saying it was a co-creation between you and Ning Xi. What explanation do you have now?"

With Ivan's understanding of Amy, Amy will definitely bit Ning Xi to death.

When the time comes, Ning Xi will definitely not be able to explain clearly.

Amy was urging by Ivan, and her neck turned red and her face secretly looked at Ning Xi.

How could that drawing be Mr. Smith's last work?

Isn’t it Ning Xi’s creation?

It's over, they all fell into Ning Xi's plan!

Ning Xi glanced over the drawings on the conference table, full of surprise—

"Hey, isn't this one of Professor Smith's classic architectural design drafts I found from the library? Amy, have you remembered it wrong? I have never co-created it with you..."

William was also anxious to find out the truth and gave Mrs. Smith an explanation.

"Amy, how did the drawings come from?"

"I……"

"Tell me quickly! Ning Xi stole Mr. Smith's last works!"

Seeing Amy's silence at this time, Ivan was so angry that he stepped forward and pulled her.

Mrs. Smith's eyebrows were furrowing even tighter. What she hated the most was the men who bully women.

Amy was pushed and almost hit the corner of the table. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "I have never seen this work before. Uncle Ivan, what do you want me to say?"

When Ivan heard this, his face was so sinister that he could drown out of water.

"You clearly gave this drawing to me! Do you dare say you have never seen it?"

"When did I give it to you? You are the only one who signed it! Yes, I have always loved you deeply, but you can't ask me to take the blame when something happens?"

Amy had already denied that she could never afford to offend Jue Shao.

I was secretly glad, but fortunately I ran into Ning Xi’s backer early on, Jue Shao…
Chapter completed!