The huge central hall is full of people coming and going, and many people come and go, and their eyes can't help but look towards the exit of the porcelain exhibition area.

Behind Ye Qinyu is a huge blue and white porcelain poster, and on the left-hand side, there are two wooden screens.

On her right-hand side, there stood Yang Xiaonan with yellow hair and You Duyun with eyes staring at a white figure.

In front of her, there was a white figure standing, and next to the white figure, there was a circle of girls holding support cards in their hands, all looking at her.

One of the girls, who had a camera in her hand, stared at her even more.

Just as she swept around, a soft voice rang out:

"Qinyu, why do you still have this attitude, haven't I apologized before?"

Hearing this voice, she faintly withdrew her gaze, only to see a white figure standing in front of her, with a pair of watery eyes on her delicate little face, looking at her pitifully.

Looking at the appearance of the white figure, a touch of coldness suddenly flashed in her eyes, such a look was really familiar.

I saw that the watery eyes were getting more and more moist, and the eye sockets gradually turned red.

The other party didn't speak, the girl who was standing aside with a camera in her hand glanced at the white figure, and suddenly glared at her, and said upside down:

"Hey, why do you have such an attitude, didn't you hear Zhenyi talking to you?"

Ye Qinyu sneered and looked at Song Zhenyi, who was silent and began to cry silently, and then her eyes moved, and she glanced at the girl holding the camera:

"Why do I have to answer when she speaks?"

Swept by her cold gaze, the girl with the camera in her hand was stunned for a moment, holding the camera in her hand and not making a sound.

At this time, Song Zhenyi, who had red eyes, spoke again:

"Qinyu, if you have any misunderstanding, you came directly at me, it has nothing to do with my fans."

And after the girl heard Song Zhenyi's words, she suddenly came back to her senses, glared fiercely, and said:

"Oh, you are the Ye Qinyu who bullied my family Zhenyi before, Zhenyi was so badly hurt by you before that she was forced to leave the design world and enter the entertainment industry instead, but we, the fans, will always support her and will never let her be buried."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look around at the girls around him who were holding support cards, and said:

"You say, don't you?"

Hearing this girl's words, the others immediately said in unison:

"Yes, Captain Wei! We will always be super fans of Song Designer! ”

As he spoke, he also raised the support card in his hand and shook it twice in mid-air.

Seeing this scene, the girl holding the camera nodded with satisfaction, then turned around, raised her chin slightly, looked at Ye Qinyu, and said:

"How about it, let me tell you directly, you want to see Designer Song unlucky, with our fan group, you are completely delusional."

Looking at this girl, Yang Xiaonan on the right hand, with a yellow hair, leaned over and whispered:

"Director, this girl seems to be Song Zhenyi's fan leader, her style is really tough, it's really terrifying, and isn't this an art exhibition, why don't they care like this?"

Listening to Yang Xiaonan's words, Ye Qinyu smiled indifferently and raised her eyes to look at the fan group leader in front of her:

"Facts are facts, Song Zhenyi's matter, don't have to worry about me."

As soon as she said this, the fan group leader standing in front of her was stunned again.

However, at this moment, a choked voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked over, only to see that it was Song Zhenyi who raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes that were a little red, and whispered:

"Qinyu, I have always regarded you as a best friend, although I may have misunderstood your meaning before, and thought that you volunteered to help me, but I really didn't mean to, I didn't expect things to be so big at all, and even matched with my future."

While speaking, Song Zhenyi raised her hand and covered her face, her shoulders trembled slightly, and no one noticed that the corners of her cherry-colored lips, which were covered by her white greasy hands, were quietly hooked.

Looking at Song Zhenyi's exposed curved lips with cold eyes, the corners of Ye Qinyu's lips couldn't help but pull out a cold arc.

Now, no one knows Song Zhenyi's tricks better than her.

However, the head of the fan group looked at Song Zhenyi, and then turned to Ye Qinyu, and when he saw her cold face, his brows suddenly furrowed, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

The head of the fan group took a step forward and came to Ye Qinyu, glared at her and said:

"Hey, what's so great about you, you actually let our Song designer be wronged, even if you are her best friend in her heart, she doesn't care, but we, the fans, will never just forget it, you apologize to her quickly!"

As the head of the fan group stood up, other girls with support cards in their hands also came around, holding support cards in their hands, blocking in front of them like holding shields, and then slowly approached.

Looking at the fiery eyes of these girls and the posture of holding a shield in their hands, Yang Xiaonan couldn't help but take a small step back, looked at Ye Qinyu and said:

"Director, I heard that it is very scary for some fans to lose their minds, and last time there was a news that a passer-by said a bad word about a certain star, and as a result, he was beaten half to death by the fans who heard it."

Speaking of this, Yang Xiaonan swallowed his saliva, looked at the Song Zhenyi fan group who surrounded him like zombies, and couldn't help but take another step back.

Yang Xiaonan stepped back, and as soon as he raised his hand, he stretched out to Ye Qinyu, wanting to pull her back together.

However, when he raised his eyes, Yang Xiaonan was stunned for a moment.

I saw Ye Qinyu looking indifferently at the approaching Song Zhenyi fan group, and said slowly:

"Apologize? Could it be that Song Zhenyi wants to apologize to me for plagiarism? ”

Hearing her words, some of these fans blushed slightly, and hesitated as they approached the step.

The head of the fan group immediately frowned and scolded:

"Hey, aren't the people who came here through the review of the fan group today all unswervingly support Designer Song, how can they be easily swayed by other people's words!"

Hearing the words of the fan leader, the hesitant people suddenly changed their faces, and they came to their senses in an instant, they took another step forward, approached, and then glared at Ye Qinyu fiercely, as if the hesitation just now was her fault.

Seeing this, the head of the fan group withdrew his gaze and looked at her, a touch of pride flashed in his eyes, he raised his face slightly, and said:

"You see, Designer Song has the support of our die-hard fans, no matter what she does, we will support her, no matter where she goes, we will follow, and I am also very honored to be the head of Song Zhenyi's fan group."

After a pause, a hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the fan leader:

"And you, what do you have? Can you have such a fan group? ”

After the head of the fan group finished speaking, he looked at her fixedly.

After hearing the words of the fan leader, the others also stopped, raised their eyes together, and looked at them with a look mixed with mockery.

At this time, the head of the fan group took another step forward and asked:

"Do you have one?"

Facing the disdainful gazes of Song Zhenyi's fan group, Ye Qinyu still looked indifferent, the corners of her lips even bent up slightly, her red lips opened slightly, and she was about to speak, however, at this time, a somewhat weak voice sounded:

"Who said that the director has no fans, I am, the director is so powerful, he is simply my idol."

When this voice sounded, everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all turned their eyes to the yellow hair beside Ye Qinyu.

After being stunned for a moment, the head of the fan group standing at the front suddenly burst out laughing, and the other fans also laughed, and the area at the exit of the porcelain exhibition area suddenly resounded with laughter, attracting other participating tourists to cast their eyes over.

The head of the fan group looked at the yellow hair standing next to Ye Qinyu, a touch of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he sneered:

"What, is your fan group just such a fan?"

Hearing the other party's words, Yang Xiaonan's face turned red as soon as he brushed the ground, his mouth opened, and when he wanted to say something more, a cold voice suddenly sounded:

"Xiao Nan, don't bother with them."

Hearing this voice, Yang Xiaonan turned his face sideways, and suddenly saw Ye Qinyu's indifferent side face, was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he immediately said obediently:

"Okay, Director."

And everyone in Song Zhenyi's fan group was very close to Ye Qinyu and Yang Xiaonan at this time, so they naturally heard Ye Qinyu's words.

The head of the fan group frowned, a touch of displeasure suddenly flashed in his eyes, looked over, and said:

"Are you looking down on our Song Zhenyi fan group, if you don't apologize to Designer Song, then we have to ask you to leave here?"

Hearing the words of the fan leader, Ye Qinyu suddenly squinted her eyes slightly, and her red lips opened slightly:

"Oh?"

Yang Xiaonan, who was on her right, immediately frowned and said:

"Hey, even if you are the head of Song Zhenyi's fan group, you don't have the right to let us leave here, we have tickets."

Hearing Yang Xiaonan's words, the head of the fan group suddenly raised his chin, hooked the corners of his lips, and said proudly:

"I now feel that you have the right to ask you to go out because of your behavior that hinders the smooth running of the art exhibition."

As soon as the words of the head of the fan group came out, different expressions suddenly appeared on everyone's faces.

The girls standing behind the head of the regiment holding the support card, most of them are about twenty years old, looking like they are still students, their eyes are shining with admiration, and they are muttering in the back:

"The head of the group is so handsome, if she hadn't led the way, we wouldn't have been able to come to this kind of high-end exhibition, let alone meet such a famous designer Song Zhenyi."

"Yes, the head of the regiment, her father is the manager here, isn't it easy to let those three guys get out of here?"

Behind everyone, Song Zhenyi raised his little face faintly, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, and looked at Ye Qinyu and the other three who were besieged by the fan group, his eyes flashed, and the corners of his cherry lips rose uncontrollably.

At this time, Song Zhenyi, the head of the fan group, after glancing at Ye Qinyu and the others, pulled the corners of his lips, snorted coldly, raised his face, and looked at a few corners of the exhibition center.

In every corner of the exhibition center, there are uniformed security guards.

I saw this regiment commander, so raised his hand, and beckoned to a corner, and after a while, two uniformed security guards ran over, and when they saw this girl with a camera in their hands, their eyes flashed, and they asked with a smile:

"It turned out to be Miss Wei, what's the matter?"

Called so by the security guard, the fan group leader smiled and said:

"There's something I'd like you to take care of, okay?"

The security guard suddenly spoke:

"No problem, do you have anything we need to deal with?"

After getting the security guard's reply, the head of the regiment did not speak immediately, but turned his head to look at Ye Qinyu, raised his chin slightly, and said:

"Well, now, don't you apologize?"

As he spoke, he clasped his hands to his chest and looked at Ye Qinyu fixedly, as if he was waiting for her to speak.