Seeing the pink girl blocking in front of her like a wall, Ye Qinyu raised her eyes lightly, and the corners of her lips hooked slightly:

"What, did Lady Pink apologize for the broken ornament before?"

She wasn't too surprised to see the Pink Lady here, after all, she had just broken a small ornament before, even if the price was a little more expensive, at most she would lose money, but the reputation of the Pink Lady would be affected, that was for sure.

When she mentioned this, she suddenly felt the pink girl's breathing become short, and the sight through the pink sunglasses suddenly became as piercing as a needle.

She hooked the corners of her lips slightly, raised her hand and lazily stroked the hair that fell to the sides of her cheeks, and looked at the pink girl leisurely.

I saw that the pink girl's chest rose and fell violently a few times, and suddenly calmed down, sneered, looked at her and said:

"One yard is one yard, this time it was Designer Ye who beat people, I saw it."

As she spoke, the pink girl raised her chin slightly, looked through her pink sunglasses, stared at her tightly, and said:

"Why, don't you recognize Designer Ye, there are so many people in the design industry here, just let everyone see what your true face is."

Pink Lady said in a snarky tone.

Raising her eyes to the pink girl's pink sunglasses, the eyes hidden behind them shone brightly, and the eyes seemed to say:

"I see you doing that."

She glanced at the pink girl, the corners of her lips floated with an indifferent arc, and said slowly:

"Unfortunately, I don't think I need to apologize."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a soft voice sound:

"Ms. Pink, don't stand up for me, even if Designer Ye doesn't apologize, it doesn't matter, I'll just bear with it."

Hearing Song Zhenyi's voice, she turned her eyes away, and saw Song Zhenyi standing aside, her eyes were red and she said, and after saying this, she choked up, looking infinitely delicate and aggrieved.

As soon as the pink girl heard Song Zhenyi say this, she immediately patted her chest and said:

"Designer Song, don't be afraid of her, even if this woman has the support of the Gu Group, the truth is on our side!"

As she spoke, the pink girl turned to Ye Qinyu and pulled the corners of her mouth disdainfully:

"I admit that I broke the ornaments last time, I did it on purpose, but that's also because you always rob me, and I also lost money, and now it's you who beat someone, why should I apologize?"

Looking at the aggressive pink girl, and then at Song Zhenyi standing next to the pink girl, with red eyes and an aggrieved expression, the corners of Ye Qinyu's lips slowly curved into a mocking arc.

She moved her footsteps and slowly walked towards Song Zhenyi, and said with red lips:

"As for me, I've said it a long time ago, I'm not familiar with you, I hate strangers touching me, you don't listen to yourself, I just waved my hand, this bit of strength to fight mosquitoes is still small, and Designer Song won't cry for this."

Facing her approaching, Song Zhenyi lowered her head slightly, her body trembled, and she let out a choked voice.

She took a step forward, Song Zhenyi, who was indifferently weak, she just wanted to take another step forward, but a pink figure leaned over suddenly, making a piercing sound:

"Hmph, your strength must be very strong, otherwise, why would Designer Song cry in pain, we have all seen this."

Hearing the Pink Girl's somewhat piercing scream, Ye Qinyu stood still in front of Song Zhenyi, her eyes rolled, she glanced at the Pink Girl who was glaring at her, and hooked the corners of her lips mockingly:

"I think Pink Lady's eyes need to be polished again."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze back and glanced at Song Zhenyi's hand:

"After all, if I really have a lot of strength, how can her hand turn white so quickly?"

Hearing her words, the pink girl's gaze also fell on Song Zhenyi's hands.

I only saw the back of Song Zhenyi's twisted hand, which was white and greasy, and there were any red marks there.

Being looked at like this, Song Zhenyi shook his hand and subconsciously covered the back of his hand with his other hand, but he immediately reacted and let go of his hand again.

Song Zhenyi's small actions fell in the eyes of others.

Staring at the back of Song Zhenyi's shiny white hand, the pink girl's bright red lips moved, and she suddenly stopped talking.

Seeing that the pink girl was no longer silent, the corners of Ye Qinyu's lips hooked slightly, withdrew her gaze, and fell on Song Zhenyi again.

The corners of her lips hooked slightly, sweeping Song Zhenyi's blushing face, she leaned forward slightly, her hair fell from her shoulders, and almost floated to Song Zhenyi's cheeks.

Song Zhenyi raised her eyes in a daze, looked at Ye Qinyu who was approaching, and said in a daze:

"Qin ...... Qinyu ......"

Staring at Song Zhenyi's pitiful little face, Ye Qinyu's light brown eyes, the halo spread out in the middle of the flow, watching the former under her gaze, his pretty face was slightly red, and his hands were subconsciously twisted together.

Her gaze swept over the blush on Song Zhenyi's face, she came closer, her crimson red lips opened slightly, and she exhaled Ruolan:

"Don't say just wave your hand, even if I really hit you, I will beat you, what can you do, Song Zhenyi?"

Hearing her words, Song Zhenyi raised her eyes in surprise and said in a daze:

"Qinyu, are you going to hit me?"

As he spoke, his eyes turned red again.

The shrill voice of the Pink Lady also sounded in her ears:

"What, you actually threatened Designer Song!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the pink figure, and she was about to rush over, she looked at Song Zhenyi, her red lips opened slightly, and she said with a hint of coldness:

"The photos of you and Ling Zhixun are flying all over the sky now, even if I hit you now, what do you think other people will say?"

She looked at Song Zhenyi under her words, her face gradually turned from red to white, she opened her mouth, she couldn't speak, but her eyes turned even redder.

Looking at Song Zhenyi's red eyes, her eyes did not fluctuate, and she said again:

"If you bother me again, I don't mind telling you what I think when I meet reporters."

Listening to her words, Song Zhenyi's little face turned pale completely.

Glancing at Song Zhenyi's pale little face, she pulled the corners of her lips, retracted her posture, straightened her back again, and said lightly:

"It's a pity that hitting you is really dirty for my hands."

Song Zhenyi raised her head in a daze, looked at Ye Qinyu's cold appearance, opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound, and her face turned even paler.

At this time, the pink girl came over again, pulled down her face, stepped forward and said:

"Hey, what did you just say, did you threaten Designer Song!"

Looking at the pink girl who was stuck in her waist and looked like she wanted to quarrel, Ye Qinyu hugged her hands in front of her, raised her face slightly, and stood leisurely.

Sure enough, seeing that the Pink Girl was about to step forward, Song Zhenyi, who was stunned with a white face, suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the Pink Girl's thick arm.

Song Zhenyi shook her head slightly at the pink girl, choked up and said:

"No, Pink Lady, it's still important to be in the game, don't be disturbed for this little thing, besides, it's just a rumor on the Internet, Qin Yu, how can you believe it?"

Song Zhenyi shook his head at her and said:

"Also, Qinyu, let's make a bet, I will definitely win the first place in the individual competition, and when the time comes, everyone will naturally know my innocence."

After dropping such a sentence, Song Zhenyi turned around, grabbed the pink girl, and walked to the seat next to the rectangular platform in the venue, but she took small steps, and the frequency became faster and faster, and in the end, almost all of them trotted away with the pink girl, and the back looked a little hasty.

The Pink Lady was pulled and turned her head, as if she wanted to turn back, but before she could turn around, she disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Ye Qinyu looked at the two who disappeared, her eyes flashed slightly, her red lips opened slightly, and she repeated playfully:

"Get first?"

She smiled and looked slightly at the large screen above the rectangular platform that everyone was watching.

At this time, on the big screen, the design manuscripts of the finals are being displayed one by one, and the number of votes under each design draft is also constantly changing.

In the conference room of the headquarters of the Design Association, a large screen that occupies half of the wall displays design drafts, and below each design draft, there is a string of data, beating from time to time.

In front of the big screen, at the end of a rectangular conference table, on a black leather chair, sat a tall figure, he leaned back casually, a pair of inky eyes, staring closely at the big screen in front of him.

His gaze faintly swept over the design draft located under the big screen, and then went all the way up, directly falling on a design draft above the screen, on the white square background, a little black dress was drawn, the skirt was in the shape of an umbrella, and it was dotted with some loose diamonds, it looked like a mysterious night sky, and even the white drawing paper in the background was swallowed up by this dark color.

Looking at this design draft, his inky eyes flickered slightly, his body moved, leaned forward, raised his hand, and a pair of slender hands covered the mouse on the conference table, and his fingertips tapped.

On the big screen, a small white cursor dotted on the lower right corner of the design draft of the sparkling diamond little black dress.

With a click, the little black dress slumped and flashed to the center of the big screen, and all the other square-shaped designs disappeared.

After zooming in, the humanoid model wearing a little black dress, outlined with simple lines, with a small face hanging slightly, stands quietly in the center of the big screen, as if she is going to look sideways out of the screen at any time, and the skirt of the little black dress on her body with broken diamonds also seems to be fluttering in the wind at any time.

The tall figure in front of the conference table leaned forward a little, and the gaze projected by the inky eyes was tightly nailed to the little black dress.

After watching for a long time, a magnetic voice sounded without any ups and downs:

"Yes, it's rare to see a design like this, and while it's not flawless, it's so harmonious that it's enough to ignore the rest."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted slightly, and he glanced at the lower right corner of the little black dress, where there were three black fonts: Yu Qingye.

Looking at this name, the corners of his lips hooked slightly:

"Oh? Fish at night? The previous design drafts were very good, and this time it also gave a big surprise, if there is no accident, this time the first place in the individual competition, maybe it will be this designer, as for the others, Song Zhenyi's little white dress design was not bad before, but this time's performance is simply terrible. ”

After commenting on the little black dress, his fingertips moved slightly, and on the big screen, the design draft of the little black dress shrank in an instant and returned to the big screen, and the other design drafts also flashed out, colorful blooming on the big blue screen.

On the big screen, the white square-shaped design will change its position every once in a while, and the number of votes under each design draft will jump to the front position.

His gaze was upward, he looked at the top row, his eyes swept over the other designs in the back, and soon came to the front position, glanced at the design of the little white dress in second place, his gaze paused slightly, then he shook his head, and moved his gaze back to the little black dress in the first place.

Just when he was staring intently at the little black dress, the design draft of the little black dress suddenly flashed.

In the next second, a white shadow jumped to the left of the front, squeezing the little black dress to the back row in an instant, and then firmly occupied the first position, standing still.

Seeing where the line of sight stayed, a black mysterious starry sky turned into a white cloud.

His gaze swept over the pink bow that seemed to be indiscriminately embellished on the little white dress, and he immediately frowned, his ink-colored eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the lower right side of the design draft, and the black font signature in the blank space: Song Zhenyi.

Looking at the three bold characters of "Song Zhenyi", he still frowned and turned his gaze to the bottom of the design draft.

I saw that directly below the little white dress, a string of bold black numbers was beating wildly.

Looking at the number of votes that seemed to be flying up like a rocket, his ink-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his clear eyes.