"Qinyu, how can you ...... me like this"

The poignant voice rang out, temporarily diverting the attention of the reporters in front of them, and they turned around and ran to Song Zhenyi's side.

Taking advantage of this time, Ye Qinyu glanced over, and saw that the symbols worn by these reporters that belonged to the media were all those that she had never heard of, such as "Breaking News Network", "Gossip Sister Official Account", and "Black Material Ambassador......

By the way, one of them has a red tomato sticker, called "Rotten Tomatoes Media", but she has heard it, it seems to be some three-media streamer.

Ye Qinyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of thoughtfulness flashed in her eyes.

There is no serious media, and the inquiry just now is like a question, as if forcing her to answer, these people say that there is no one behind them, and she doesn't believe it.

Subconsciously, she glanced at the camera, and a condensed light flashed in her eyes.

The hall was so lively, Ling Zhixun, as the president, didn't even come forward, she sneered and turned her gaze back, is it possible, it's the same old thing?

She retracted her gaze, and saw Song Zhenyi standing up with Song Aiping's support, looking at her with a sad face, and choked up and said:

"Qinyu, do you think these things are more important than the girlfriend relationship between us? After so many years of relationship, is it not as good as these reputations? ”

Behind Song Zhenyi, those reporters were all staring at her, as if they were waiting for her to say a word.

Ye Qinyu's gaze swept over these people, raised her eyebrows slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, could it be that these people wanted to raise this incident to the moral aspect.

These media are accustomed to using this kind of routine to criticize, and this kind of thing is not uncommon on the Internet, that is, every piece of news, some media will stand at the opposite angle of the mainstream, such as a girl was killed in a taxi, and the "Rotten Tomatoes Media" posted that the girl was dressed inappropriately and the like, although it was later bombarded and deleted by the majority of netizens, but they also won the eyeballs, and it was a small fire.

In these years, as long as it can be fired, there are many unscrupulous means, and this kind of thing that is black for the sake of fire is not very unusual.

In any case, as soon as this kind of news comes out, the pressure on the Ling clan will be much smaller, especially when this kind of thing is spread later.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her fingertips tapping her arms as her gaze swept over the men.

Song Zhenyi looked at her, she also squinted slightly, her eyes were red, and she began to shed tears again, she raised her eyes, looked at her with accusatory eyes, and said with trembling red lips:

"Qinyu, it seems that you really think that the girlfriend relationship for many years is not as important as these false names."

Song Aiping, who was on the side, suddenly sneered disdainfully, pursed her lips and said:

"What, Designer Ye, I'm really ashamed of you, now in this era, there are still people who think like you, even I know, compared to fame, of course, girlfriends are more important, if I have a good girlfriend like Zhenyi, I don't want to say it's a mere work, I don't feel sorry for a hundred works."

Those reporters, who were also looking at her, frowned and stepped forward, and asked:

"You say, Designer Ye, do you admit that you think so?"

"You must think so, right?"

"Say a word, Designer Ye!"

The corners of Ye Qinyu's lips hooked slightly, looking at Song Zhenyi.

Almost all the people gathered around Song Zhenyi, and Song Zhenyi was looking at her with tears in her eyes.

looked very good, but unfortunately, she could see the slightly curved curvature of the corners of Song Zhenyi's lips clearly.

She raised her face slightly and sighed lightly, since she discovered Song Zhenyi's true face, her eyes were like a magnifying glass, and she could always see the expression on Song Zhenyi's face clearly, and the funny thing was that Song Zhenyi still thought she was hiding deeply.

She pursed her lips, could it be that she was too stupid before, and believed in Song Zhenyi and Ling Zhixun too much, so she gave them this illusion?

Seeing that Ye Qinyu didn't speak, everyone stepped forward, and the folds between the eyebrows of those reporters deepened:

"Designer Ye, why don't you speak?"

For such a long time, these reporters are also a little anxious.

And Song Zhenyi stood behind, looking at the reporters who were gradually approaching Ye Qinyu, and the curvature of the corners of her lips deepened.

Seeing these people surrounding, Ye Qinyu took a deep breath, raised her hand, and suddenly took off the sunglasses that covered most of her face, and swept her cold gaze.

It turned out that those reporters were frowning and squeezing forward, and they kept asking questions, however, at the moment when Ye Qinyu took off her sunglasses and met her cold gaze, so many reporters invariably stopped, stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously took a step back.

One of them retreated too quickly, and accidentally stepped on Song Zhenyi, and from the latter's white face that turned white, you can see how painful it is.

Looking at these people, she smiled slightly, raised her face proudly, and her crimson red lips opened slightly:

"You are also people in the media industry, why is the news so ill-informed, according to the current situation, the person you should interview the most now is in the back?"

She raised her hand leisurely and nodded behind the many reporters.

Hearing her words, many reporters with microphones in their hands were all stunned, and looked at Ye Qinyu, who had a leisurely expression, and they looked at each other:

"What is she talking about, we came here early in the morning, in such a short time, what else can happen?"

In the face of these people's whispers, Ye Qinyu stood with her hands in her sleeves, the corners of her lips curved, leisurely, but she didn't mean to speak.

These reporters, looking at her like this, are also helpless.

At this time, one of the reporters holding a microphone with "Rotten Tomatoes" in his hand, Zhao Teng, was a reporter in the Rotten Tomatoes media who was more than above and more than below, he frowned at this time, crowded in the crowd, and was deeply impatient.

If they want to be black in the media, they are also black in the entertainment industry, like this kind of casual writing can be done, but the editor above them who squints at people all day long, with a wave of his hand, pointed them here, before leaving, he also said meaningfully, we must create black spots from the side of Ye Designer, every word she says, you have to dig and dig, and if necessary, you can also use some other tricks, Ling's security will definitely not stop them......

So he has been looking for the handle of this Ye designer, but where does he know that the other party's oil and salt are not entering, so far, there is no flaw at all.

Also, what did she say, what big news, he sneered, he wanted to divert his attention, but he didn't transfer it like this, there hasn't been anything big happening recently, if there was, he would have gotten the news a long time ago.

Suddenly there was a gurgling thunder sound from his stomach, he raised his hand and touched his stomach, the Ling clan was in a hurry to come today, but I heard that the Ling clan had a hospitality meal waiting for them, and he was already a little impatient when he thought of the sumptuous meal.

The little assistant who was talking to the narrator looked at each other, and was about to squeeze forward, but when the time came, it would be a big deal to bump into someone, just splash dirty water on this Ye designer in the chaos, but just as he took a step forward, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

He impatiently took out his mobile phone, frowned and complained:

"Didn't you see that Lao Tzu was busy, which guy called at this time."

As a result, he glanced at the mobile phone, his pupils trembled, and his face immediately changed, only to see the call on the screen, it was his head, the impatience on his face was instantly closed, and he hurriedly turned on the answer button, and then put it on the side of his ear, and their big boss's somewhat hurried voice came:

"You...... Are you in Ling's head office? ”

Zhao Teng said inexplicably:

"Yes, big boss, the editor asked us to come over to interview Ye Qinyu's designer, we were specially invited by the Ling family, what instructions do you ......have?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, and the big boss said angrily:

"Don't care about Designer Ye, you see that Designer Song Zhenyi didn't have it, hurry up and block her, now the Internet is exploding, hurry, hurry!"

Listening to the big boss's anxious voice, Zhao Teng, who has always been clever, couldn't help but be stunned at this time, and the second monk was confused.

At this time, the little assistant standing beside him with the device looked down at the phone, suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, raised his hand, held the phone in front of him, and looked at him frantically.

Because the mobile phone was too close, Zhao Teng's eyes were synthesized into cross-eyed, and only then did he see the picture above, which were two disheveled figures, glued together very discordantly in the car, and the two faces were very clear.

Zhao Teng's eyes widened suddenly.

At this time, all the reporters frowned, a trace of impatience flashed in their eyes, and they began to squeeze forward with great movements, but just as they were struggling forward, a figure suddenly turned around and rushed back desperately, which was like a group of fish going forward with the current, and a strange fish moving against the current appeared, which was very strange and abrupt.

The other reporters moved forward, and the corner of their eyes glanced at the stupid fork, and looked, yo, is it Rotten Tomatoes Media, how can there be news that doesn't explode, and it's crazy?

But after a glance, they retracted their gaze and continued to move forward, gradually approaching Ye Qinyu like a group of zombies, of course, the reason why they are so slow is because their peers are like enemies, and the people around them, when they squeeze forward, keep using their elbows to squeeze others back!

However, after the people from the Rotten Tomatoes media ran back, the mobile phone rang one after another in the group of reporters, and those people picked up impatiently, and then after listening to a few words, their faces changed, and they also turned around and began to squeeze in the opposite direction.

Zhao Teng, as a pioneer, saw that there were also people behind him, he was in a hurry, and immediately glanced at the little assistant, and then jumped forward with all his might, facing the strong wind, his face trembled wildly and fell in front of Song Zhenyi, his face was distorted, and he tore off half of the microphone with the Rotten Tomatoes sticker in his hand and poked it forward, panting:

"Song ...... Song Zhenyi designer, may I ask about the content on the Internet, do you ...... You ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was waved aside by several reporters who were chasing after him, and two or three black microphones and recorders also poked Song Zhenyi's eyes and almost poked her nose.

Song Zhenyi hurriedly stepped back, his innocent eyes widened, and exclaimed:

"What are you doing, Designer Ye is behind!"

There were a few people at the beginning, but the reporter who received the phone later, as soon as he heard the call, he didn't say a word, turned around and ran, and ran straight in the direction of Song Zhenyi and others.

In the end, in front of Ye Qinyu, there were only two reporters left who did not receive the call, however, they looked at each other, suddenly turned around, and also turned their heads, and ran back with the current.

It's just a short moment, and the crowd that originally gathered in front of Ye Qinyu all poured into front of Song Zhenyi and the others, surrounding them all in a hitch.

Ye Qinyu's figure didn't move, she looked at these people who turned the limelight with her sleeves, the curvature of her lips deepened, she raised her eyes slightly, and looked over like a play.

I saw that Song Zhenyi was standing indifferently before, but when she saw everyone coming around, she was stunned for a moment, stepped back, hid behind Song Aiping, and squirmed her delicate lips:

"You ...... What are you looking at me like this, aren't you interviewing Qinyu? ”

Song Aiping, who has been holding her, is also staring, with a big red mouth:

"That's right, what are you looking at us, you should be looking at her!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and his bright red fingertips pointed in the direction of Ye Qinyu.

Ye Qinyu looked at Song Zhenyi, who was dazed, and pulled the corners of her lips coldly.

At this time, Zhao Teng, a reporter from Rotten Tomatoes Media, gasped for breath and suddenly shouted loudly:

"Designer Song Zhenyi, you cheated on your best friend's fiancé, this matter has exploded on the Internet, is this incident a hype? Has the Ling clan now been reduced to the point of relying on hype? ”

Song Zhenyi, who turned out to be dazed and innocent, heard the reporter's words, her face turned pale, and she hurriedly turned her gaze, and through the gap between so many reporters, she looked at Ye Qinyu who was standing leisurely behind everyone.