Ye Qinyu's expression was indifferent, and she met Song Zhenyi's gaze expressionlessly.

The line of sight passed through the group of reporters and met in mid-air.

Her demeanor was still the same, but the other party seemed to have been pricked by a needle, so she took her eyes back, and shrank behind Song Aiping.

Then these reporters scrambled to poke the microphone in their hands desperately forward, and some of them were so anxious that they almost poked Song Zhenyi's eyes, which were flashed by her, and poked straight into Song Aiping's face.

Facing the microphone with colorful labels and constantly poking and poking forward, Song Aiping suddenly broke out with a scream:

"Ahhh What are you doing, make a mistake, what you want to interview is Ye Qinyu's woman! ”

The reporters didn't have time to talk to Song Aiping, they kept squeezing forward, and perseveringly stretched the microphone in their hands forward, trying to bypass Song Aiping and reach in front of Song Zhenyi, who was hiding behind her.

"Designer Song, now the Internet is full of cheating photos of you and Mr. Ling, how do you explain this matter?"

"It turned out that Designer Song snatched his best friend's fiancé, just now you said that you are good girlfriends with Designer Ye, can you tell us about your psychological journey?"

"Splitting legs with my best friend's fiancé, it is said that the news that Designer Ye appeared here today also broke out from the Ling family, it can't be you, is this a distortion of human nature or a moral degradation?"

……

Song Zhenyi kept retreating, but there were too many reporters, she was attacked in all directions, so she could only face these fierce reporters, and her eyes widened helplessly:

"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Zhao Teng of Rotten Tomatoes Media sneered, raised his hand and raised his phone in front of Song Zhenyi's eyes, pointing to the picture above:

"Designer Song, you won't deny that the person on this is you, I've checked it just now, and there is no trace of PS in this picture."

Song Zhenyi raised her eyes and glanced at the mobile phone in front of her, her pupils trembled, her face changed greatly, she trembled palely, she stepped back again and again, shaking her head, and said:

"No...... No, it's not me, I don't know anything! ”

She kept pushing Song Aiping and the others forward, letting them block the group of reporters who were like wolves and tigers, and she shrank back, but her eyes unconsciously looked behind everyone.

I saw a tall figure, standing quietly in the light, holding arms with both hands, a pair of eyes that were unprecedentedly cold, looking at her lightly, in these eyes, the previous pampering, all disappeared, leaving only a deep sea-like indifference.

The undercurrent is surging, but it is unforgiving.

Song Zhenyi's eyes widened slightly, a deep sense of helplessness flashed in her watery eyes, she made a wrong step, and fell to the ground with a snap, this time she really fell.

Almost instantly, those reporters were like sharks smelling blood, rushing up, and instantly submerged Song Zhenyi.

And in the bustling gap of these people, those watery eyes still trembled and looked at the figure.

Ye Qinyu just swept away, such a pair of pitiful eyes, in her sight, it is also obvious that these eyes are too familiar, before, as long as Song Zhenyi came to be coquettish with her with such a look, basically, whether it was the work, or the request of entering the Ling family as a designer, she gave everything she could.

And now?

She lightly swept the chaotic crowd in front of her, even the mocking arc of her lips, she put it away, just expressionless, turned around lightly, held her material book tightly in her hand, her long inky hair fluttered around her waist, and she walked out of the sunny gate without looking back, leaving only a black crowd behind her.

……

Walking out of the gate of the Ling family, facing a warm sun, Ye Qinyu's shoulders relaxed, raised her face, lowered her eyes slightly, and felt the feeling of being in a hot spring.

However, in the next second, her eyes lifted, her light brown eyes shone brightly, she raised her hand, and snapped her fingers gracefully:

"I know how to design it to meet all the requirements of Party A!"

The moment of inspiration is always delightful and anxious.

She didn't dare to stop, quickened her pace, hurriedly called a taxi, and went straight to the apartment.

When she sat in the car, she couldn't help but take out the eyebrow pencil from her bag, open the material book, flip to the blank space, and hurriedly sketch on it, lest the flash of inspiration fade.

At this time, she didn't have time to think about what happened to the Ling family's group of people, but before the taxi left, she still raised her eyes and glanced at the Ling family building lightly.

In the Ling hall, it was gray at this time, and the security guards of the whole building were dispatched, which stopped this group of excited reporters, and from the crowd, they dug out a few gray-faced figures.

Song Aiping's hair was scattered, the heels of the orange high heels on her feet were broken, she stepped on the ground with one foot high and one foot low, and she had to turn around and help Song Zhenyi, whose eyes were red and swollen and her hair was scattered, and the two stumbled towards the elevator like deserters who had lost a battle.

After entering the elevator, Song Aiping burst into a foul mouth, raised her hand and pressed her upturned hair against the elevator door, but the hair was like a spring popping out, and she couldn't press it, and the more it got messy.

She scratched it irritably, then turned her face and looked at Song Zhenyi, who was standing on the side in a daze, and said:

"Zhenyi, didn't you follow the Ling clan's power to find these reporters, why did you make trouble on the Internet, ah?"

Song Zhenyi rolled his eyes, glanced at her, pursed his lips and said:

"I don't know."

Song Aiping was even more irritable, she kicked on the ground, stepped on the elevator and shook it, she pursed her bright red lips and said:

"What about Mr. Ling, if this happens, he won't care about it, you found those reporters before, but he acquiesced, but then something happened, and he didn't show up."

Hearing this, Song Zhenyi frowned and said:

"He may not have seen it, as soon as Ye Qinyu left, there were more things about Zhixun."

Song Aiping let out a breath from her nose:

"Then you go to Mr. Ling, this matter, I think I have to let him come forward, that Ye Qinyu is too powerful, when she was there before, I thought she was powerful, this time, it's impossible to say that it has nothing to do with her, I can't afford to mess with ......"

At this time, the elevator door opened, and she just scolded and walked out, looking at the path, and walked directly to the bathroom.

Looking at Song Aiping's back, Song Zhenyi frowned, and as soon as she raised her hand, she pressed the button on the top floor.

After a while, the elevator stopped on the top floor.

Song Zhenyi paused, aimed at the elevator, raised his hand to straighten his somewhat messy hair, rubbed his eyes, rubbed his eyes redder, blinked, and his eyes instantly burst into tears.

She looked, and then stepped out of the elevator and walked towards Ling Zhixun's office.

When she came to the door, she didn't knock, but opened the office door, choked up and shouted:

"Ji-hoon...... Qinyu she ......"

As soon as he raised his eyes, he was stunned for a moment, in the office, Ling Zhixun was walking around irritably, and the assistant was standing beside him, also frowning.

Seeing Song Zhenyi appear, Ling Zhixun waved his hand impatiently:

"I know it all!"

The assistant also glanced at Song Zhenyi, and then looked at Ling Zhixun, frowning and reported:

"I can't find the source of the photo, it suddenly appeared, the technique is very ingenious, and now it is ...... on the Internet"

After a pause, he glanced at Ling Zhixun cautiously and whispered:

“…… Now on the Internet, all of them are scolding Ling's, and the plagiarism incident can be suppressed before, but this incident broke out, causing public opinion, and the emotions of netizens can't be suppressed at all. ”

"Smack!"

Hearing the assistant's words, Ling Zhixun suddenly waved his hand, swept the pen holder on the desk to the ground, and fell to pieces.

Song Zhenyi saw Ling Zhixun like this, wiped her tears and stepped forward, crying:

"Zhixun, did Qin Yu do this?"

Ling Zhixun propped up his desk, his face was pale, and when he heard this, he groaned for a while, but shook his head slightly:

"No, it's impossible, Ye Qinyu's foundation is in the Ling family, what does she have, she has never hidden it from me, if she really made it, with the strength of the Ling family, it would have been suppressed a long time ago."

Hearing this, Song Zhenyi paused, and then asked in tears:

"If it's not her, who would it be?"

Ling Zhixun looked out the window, the glass window of the office was that blue-gray, from here, even the sunlight seemed very dim, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Somebody must be playing tricks behind it."

……

When the taxi arrived downstairs in the apartment, Ye Qinyu also happened to put away her eyebrow pencil, she picked up the material book and looked at it, then smiled with satisfaction and got out of the car.

As she walked into the apartment building, her phone beeped.

When she took out her phone, she smiled and put it to her ear.

"How?"

"Of course there's no problem, now the Ling family has a headache, even if they have a relationship, they can't suppress it, I think, after tomorrow, their stock will definitely fall to a record low."

Listening to the assistant's report, the smile on the corner of Ye Qinyu's lips deepened, and she raised her eyes to look at the sky, only to feel that the sky was blue and the sun was shining.

"Hey, I'll take back what I just said."

At this time, the assistant's slightly cold voice actually exclaimed.

She frowned and hurriedly asked:

"What's the matter, could it be that the Ling clan fought back?"

"No...... No, but, as I just told you, Ling's stock has fallen in a straight line, and negative public opinion has risen in a straight line. ”

The assistant's voice was full of surprise.

Hearing the assistant's words, even Ye Qinyu was a little surprised:

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

She was impressed with her assistant as an assistant.

"No, no, according to my estimate, this public opinion should not be speculated until tomorrow, how could it explode in such a short time, and the stock side is too, it's like someone pushed it behind."

Ye Qinyu listened, thinking it was an assistant's humble words, and waved her hand and said:

"Dear little assistant, don't be modest, this kind of gossip incident, who else can pay attention, when this time is over, I will invite you to eat, treat you well, I still have to draw a design draft, I will hand it over this afternoon, I will hang it first, bye~"

"Wait......"

Ye Qinyu had already put away her mobile phone, opened the apartment door, threw off the shoes on her feet, and then went straight to the workbench with great interest, spread out the material book, she squeezed her hand, and a shining light flashed in her eyes:

"Picky Party A is it, the old lady is the least afraid, come on!"

As soon as I stretched out my hand, I picked up the paintbrush next to me and began to sketch on the paper.

……

Knock knock.

When the regular three knocks sounded, Ye Qinyu just put away her pen, her eyes swept over the freshly baked design draft, and a touch of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

Knock knock!

The knock on the door rang out again, only this time, the frequency increased slightly.

She got up, turned around, ran to the door, and as soon as she pulled it open, she saw a hand that had come to a dangerous stop in front of her nose.

Under her condemning gaze, the handsome man in the suit outside the door took his hand back curtly, and then touched his nose in embarrassment:

"Miss Ye, have you finished drawing the design draft?"

Looking at Shi Suo, who was standing outside the door with an embarrassed face, she smiled charmingly, clasped her arms with both hands, and raised her eyes slightly:

"What do you say?"

Shi Suo blinked, looked over, and after being stunned for a moment, he said:

"Miss Ye, don't be under pressure, even if you can't finish it, it doesn't matter, Mr. Gu is ready not to take on this project, after all, even Gu's senior designers can't handle it......"

"Alright, alright!"

Seeing that Shi Suo was nagging endlessly, she quickly raised her hand, made a "stop" gesture, rolled her eyes slightly, and said angrily:

"Who said I didn't finish it, you wait!"

After speaking, she turned around, walked to the workbench, came to the work, her hand on the paper, the void caressed, took a slight breath, took the document bag from the side, and put the design draft in.

Then, with the document bag in her hand, she turned around, walked back to the door, and handed the document bag in her hand to Shi Suo, who was looking down at her watch.

Shi Suo was stunned for a moment, and raised his eyes in surprise:

"Miss Ye, are you really done?"

As he spoke, he automatically and spontaneously took the file bag in his hand.

Hearing this, Ye Qinyu couldn't help but throw a small roll of her eyes:

"Otherwise, aren't you in a hurry, hurry up and get it."

Shi Suo was holding the document bag in his hand, still looking incredible, and when he heard her words, he subconsciously raised his eyes and said:

"Aren't you going to the Gu family?"

Ye Qinyu raised her hand tiredly, covered her red lips weakly, yawned lazily, she waved her hand and said:

"I won't go, I haven't slept all night in order to catch up with the design draft, and now I have to catch up on sleep."

Hearing her say this, Shi Suo hurriedly said:

"Then you have a good rest, I'll send the design draft over!"

Then he waved at her, turned around, sped up his pace, and hurriedly trotted to the other side of the stairs, and soon disappeared from Ye Qinyu's sight.

She stared at the end of the corridor and muttered:

"No, I wanted to tell him about my design philosophy."

After a pause, she shook her head slightly and said:

"Forget it, since Party A's requirements are so high, so that I can't even understand the design draft, ah, I'd better sleep well."

She stretched her waist slightly, stretched out her hand, closed the door, and the moment the door closed, she faintly swept the empty corridor.

Shi Suo, who had already run downstairs, hurriedly got into the car, he casually put the design draft on the passenger seat, and when he took it back, his eyes paused slightly on the file bag, and then shook his head slightly and said:

"Alas, the person in charge of Party A's company is already talking to Mr. Gu, and the decision has been made, even if Miss Ye's design draft is sent over, it should not be able to be recovered."

Having said that, he still stepped on the accelerator and quickly drove towards Gu.