The corners of her lips hooked up a cold arc, Ye Qinyu raised her eyes slightly, and met the pair of eyes with sparkling waves.

Song Zhenyi stood on the high podium, looked at it from afar, held the microphone in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Qinyu, I heard before that after you left the Ling family, you defected to the design department of the Gu Group, then you should be the main person in charge of this competition, how can you let your subordinates do such a thing, if you don't stop it in advance, you have to apologize at least now, right?"

Looking at the white figure that seemed to be standing in the sky, she slowly straightened up, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said softly:

"Don't you think you're managing too much, Designer Song Zhenyi?"

Hearing her words, Song Zhenyi sighed faintly, and glanced at her with goosebump-inducing eyes:

"Qinyu, how can you talk like that, since you left the Ling family, it seems to have become different, and it was the same before, you almost bumped into me, and you didn't apologize, I don't care about this, but now you are the person in charge, apologize for the designers of the Gu Group, is it so difficult?"

As soon as Song Zhenyi's voice fell, a somewhat sharp voice came from the audience, echoing:

"That's right, I saw it with my own eyes, that woman almost bumped into Designer Song, and she didn't even apologize, it's really not at all level!"

Hearing this voice, Ye Qinyu frowned slightly, her eyes moved, and she looked at the audience, only to see a huge pink figure, sitting in a relatively forward position, waving her sausage-like fingers, and pointed straight at her.

And at this time, the voices of the people also sounded in time.

"Isn't that a pink girl, I like her design a lot, she is very famous, since they all said so, it must be true, the designer of the Gu Group called Ye Qinyu is really unbearable."

Listening to everyone's discussion, she squinted slightly, and saw the pink girl sitting in the front row, her huge body occupying two seats, lifting two layers of double chins, and glancing at her with pink glasses.

Just after the pink girl finished speaking, another weak voice sounded:

"Yes, when I was in the hotel before, the people of the Gu Group occupied the conference room, and it was also this person who came forward, I want to say, shouldn't you apologize?"

Hearing this voice, she took her eyes back from the pink girl, and then looked behind the Ling design table, only to see Chen Yipeng, who was wearing a white shirt and black vest and a bartender suit, with a pair of dark eyes, the corners of his pale mouth pulled to both sides, and threw her a sneer.

At this time, another clear voice came slowly from the audience:

"It's really painful for me, Qin Yu, I can understand that you disregarded the situation and abandoned the Ling family and defected to the Gu family, but you don't always do these things, and those rumors on the Internet before, alas, these are not mentioned...... But you should apologize anyway, right? ”

When she looked over with slightly cold eyes, she happened to see Ling Zhixun sighing bitterly, and the people from other companies sitting around him instantly turned their sympathetic eyes on him, and some people even stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

And several media also walked up and pointed the camera in their hands at Ling Zhixun, who just looked at the camera with a sigh and didn't know what he said.

She didn't hear it clearly, because at this time, a sigh also rang out from the podium.

Her eyes moved slightly, and she looked over, only to see the judge Wu De, standing not far from Song Zhenyi, glancing over from a distance, and when she glanced at Xie Anze who was standing behind her, she snorted coldly and turned her gaze to her:

"You are the person in charge of the Gu Group's enterprise competition, alas, the designers of the Gu Group, if they are all such virtues, they will definitely not be able to make good designs, but Designer Song is right, since you are the person in charge, it is also appropriate to apologize on behalf of the Gu Group."

Listening to Wu De's words, she squinted her eyes slightly, her red lips moved slightly, and she just wanted to speak, however, at this time, there were people in the audience who spoke out:

"That's right, the design of the Gu Group is really not good, the attitude is so bad, it makes people feel ashamed, no matter how you say it, you should apologize to the judges, there is no sincerity at all."

"Yes, in this case, it stands to reason that the person in charge of the team should come forward to apologize, but she doesn't even mean this, what's the matter?"

"It's really too undeserved, just open your mouth to apologize, can't you even do this?"

All of a sudden, all the chattering voices were mixed together, and somehow, there were two words in it, but they were heard clearly.

I only heard the word "apology" all over the audience, which was very harsh.

Listening to the discussion of everyone, a cold glint flashed in her slightly narrowed eyes, and when she rolled her eyes, she saw a white figure, standing on the high platform shrouded in light, with a smile on the corner of her lips, looking at her from afar, a pair of watery eyes, flashing a smug light.

Looking at the corners of Song Zhenyi's hooked lips, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and was about to speak.

However, at this time, beside her, another voice with a crying voice sounded:

"Designer Ye, what should we do, the people here have started to target us, it seems that we can't do it without apologizing."

She turned her face slightly, and saw Yang Xiaonan and the other three Gu designers all surrounding her, but they were all dejected.

Yang Xiaonan, who was standing beside her, glanced at the eyes around her with expressions of condemnation, disgust, ridicule, etc., and her eyes were slightly red.

Looking at the dejected Gu Group people, she squinted slightly, pursed her lips, turned her head, her red lips moved slightly, and she was about to speak.

Then, at the moment when she turned her face sideways, a tall black figure suddenly flashed in the corner of her eye.

Catching a glimpse of this figure, she was slightly stunned, her cheeks paused slightly, and she looked sideways in the direction where the black shadow was.

I saw that at the entrance of the venue, a tall black figure stood in front of a wall of green climbing vines, with slender long legs poking straight on the smooth floor, the gray suit jacket fit the tall body just right, the well-defined face, slightly raised, a pair of cold ink-colored eyes, just crossed the space of the venue like a small half of a football field, and looked straight over.

The moment her eyes met in mid-air, she couldn't help but be stunned, her hands clenched involuntarily, she bit her crimson red lips, and a trace of chagrin flashed in her eyes.

She had just taken over Gu's design department, and she made a fuss about the current scene, and all of this was seen by that man, and he didn't know what to think.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a slight freak, and was about to raise her eyes and look at the tall figure.

However, at this time, a soft voice sounded again, and the words were harsh:

"Designer Ye Qinyu, it's too rude for you to do this, so many people are waiting here, but you are looking around there."

Hearing the sound of this hidden needle, a dark glint flashed in her eyes, she didn't care about anything else, turned her face, and saw Song Zhenyi still standing in the spotlight, looking at her with a pair of watery eyes, and the corners of her cherry lips curved into a smug arc.

She squinted slightly, looking at the curvature of the corners of Song Zhenyi's lips, her heart was like lighting a fire, burning until it was in those light brown eyes, but she was not angry, and said with a rhetorical smile:

"Yes, what position do you have to accuse me, Song Zhenyi, shouldn't you apologize first before I apologize?"

Hearing her words, Song Zhenyi was stunned for a moment, her eyes flashed in panic, and she hurriedly spoke:

"Designer Ye Qinyu, don't change the topic, now it's about the Gu Group, don't talk about him left and right, look at it, everyone is watching, do you want to discredit the Gu Group?"

At this time, on the stage, Chen Yipeng and a group of designers from the Ling family's mansion, Wu De and other judges all stared straight at her.

Off the field, Ling Zhixun, Pink Girl and others also had sneers on the corners of their mouths, looking at her coldly.

And various media also turned the camera in their hands and stared at her like countless enlarged eyes.

Her delicate side face turned slightly, her gaze was full of mockery, cold eyes, or good show, or frowning gaze, and the corners of her crimson lips slowly curved into a condensed arc.

She gently swept the gaze of those looking over, but there was no panic between her eyebrows, and she smiled slightly:

"You ......"

Before he finished speaking, the two doors in an aisle on the right side of the venue were suddenly pushed open, and they opened to the side with two soft clangs.

From the brightly lit aisle, several people poured out.

Interrupted by such a movement, Ye Qinyu pursed her lips slightly, raised her eyes, and looked in the direction where the movement was made.

I saw those few people, the first one, was an old man with frosty white temples, half a step behind, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, and other middle-aged people who were also wearing suits followed behind these two people.

The old man at the head walked in the wind, and when he raised his eyes, a pair of bright eyes, just looked over.

Looking at this old man, Ye Qinyu's heart jumped, and she muttered:

"Old Feng?"

Feng Lao, Feng Deyao, Taishan Beidou-level figure in the design industry, in the design industry, there are basically no people who don't know him, for no other reason, because in many design museums, or in related textbooks, there are his photos.

Ye Qinyu watched intently at Feng Lao being surrounded by those people and walked over.

And at this time, the others have not yet reacted.

Song Zhenyi's watery eyes were still staring at her tightly, and after a while, suddenly her cherry-colored red lips opened slightly, and she opened and closed silently:

"Qinyu, I have already said it, my strength is not lost to you at all, and now, whether it is an individual competition or a corporate competition, I am the first."

Looking at Feng Lao, who was striding over with a strained face for some reason, Ye Qinyu raised her eyes and swept over Song Zhenyi, who was standing on the podium and speaking dumbly, and the corners of her crimson lips slowly hooked up a touch.

Just when Song Zhenyi was stunned at the curvature of the corner of her lips, someone in the venue had already exclaimed:

"Elder Feng, isn't that Elder Feng?"