Ye Qinyu held the material book in her hand, looked at the woman in front of her through her sunglasses.

Song Aiping stepped on a pair of orange sky-hating high heels on her feet, purple long-legged socks wrapped around her stubby calves, her hands wrapped around her black leather coat, her eyes stared, and two laser-like sights were projected cracklingly.

"Isn't Zhenyi your best friend, why are you embarrassed to say that she plagiarized, is it because you are jealous of her, a good full-time wife is not appropriate, who do you think will care about your work."

Ye Qinyu was looking at Song Aiping's completely unqualified taste in clothing in her eyes, and Song Aiping's shrill voice sounded in her ears, with a thick disdain in her tone.

She raised her eyes lightly and looked directly at Song Aiping, although she was wearing glasses, but under her gaze, Song Aiping couldn't help but take a step back.

"I don't think it's your turn to comment on this matter."

She said coldly, then glanced around.

I saw that the movement here had already attracted the attention of other people, and a few people also walked over here, and their steps were quite uniform, standing beside Song Aiping like an army.

They greeted each other:

"Sister Ping."

Then, she raised her face in unison, frowned and glared, the hostility in her eyes that made it difficult for her to pretend that she couldn't see it.

She tilted her face slightly, her gaze sweeping over the men.

There were two of them, like new faces, she didn't know, but the other three were older, the middle-aged man with fat head and big ears, who seemed to be the manager of the purchasing department, was frowning and staring at her, this person, she had the impression, it seemed that he was also a relative of Song Zhenyi.

Seeing this person, she twitched the corners of her lips mockingly.

At the beginning, when this person entered the company, she didn't know about it, but later Ling Zhixun explained to her that for the sake of Song Zhenyi is face of her best friend, Song Zhenyi's relatives were allowed to come in.

Standing next to this middle-aged man, the woman who was pouting at her, Designer Qian, was about the same age as her, seemed to be Song Zhenyi's classmate, at the beginning, Song Zhenyi begged her for a long time to let this person enter the design department, but this woman's design works are actually very mediocre.

Next to Designer Qian, there was also a little girl standing, hanging from the corners of her eyes, squinting at her, her eyes were full of disdain, this little girl was an assistant, it seemed to be Song Zhenyi's cousin.

Seeing this, Ye Qinyu couldn't help but burst out laughing and shook her head slightly.

She found out that these people are either Song Zhenyi's relatives or friends, worthy of the name Song Zhenyi's relatives and friends, as for the other two who are also squinting at her, very raw, needless to say, it must also be related to Song Zhenyi, she doesn't know it, she must have brought it in while she was away.

These people stood opposite, forming a semicircle, as if Song Aiping was the leader, staring at her fiercely.

In the hall, the other employees are standing far away, looking at this side, with different expressions, some mocking, cold-eyed, worried, and watchful......

She withdrew her gaze, smiled, and looked coldly at these people:

"Any advice?"

Song Aiping clasped her arms with both hands, raised her chin, a touch of pride flashed in her eyes, stretched out her index finger, and nodded at her with her red and glamorous fingertips, pouting and saying:

"We just can't see it, Designer Ye, you're not kind to do this, wow, how can you say this, Zhenyi is also your good best friend, just really learn from your works, what can you do, if your works are not desirable, can she use them for reference, but look at you, such a trivial matter, you will ruin her reputation, it is really unancient."

The little girl also snorted in the back:

"Sister Zhenyi borrowed from your works, and she can afford you."

Hearing this, Ye Qinyu raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at these humanites:

"Oh, so, what do you want me to do?"

When Song Aiping heard her words, her eyes flashed, and she hurriedly said:

"Of course, I took back your words in front of the media, and these words have an impact on Zhenyi and the company."

She smiled slightly, and said word by word:

"That's for the best."

Then, she saw Song Aiping stunned for a moment, looked at her incredulously and said:

"You won't?"

She didn't even bother to look at them, and with a turn of her footsteps, she walked around them and walked out.

Song Aiping and the others' faces changed, they looked at each other, and hurriedly raised their feet, shouting, and chasing after them.

"Eh, you wait!"

Ye Qinyu quickened her pace slightly, where did she think that when she was not a few steps away from the gate, a white figure rushed out again and blocked in front of her.

Her eyes, hidden under the sunglasses, couldn't help but squint slightly when she saw this white figure.

The person in front of him was slender, with silver sandals under his feet, and a white dress floating in the air, raised his eyes, looked at him with watery eyes, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Qinyu, let's talk."

A dark glint flashed in her eyes, she pursed her lips, clasped her arms in her hands, and looked at the delicate and lovely figure in front of her.

……

The sun was shining and illuminating all the streets of City C.

In one of the secluded corners, hidden behind a glass window behind dense greenery, a clear translucent figure is reflected.

This is a tall beauty, wearing a pair of black-framed eyes, jet-black hair, meticulously tied behind her head, her facial contours are relatively cold, her eyes are shining sharply, and she is staring closely at the screen in front of her.

Under her operation, the mouse opened a folder, and the photos inside flashed out, and she squinted slightly.

I saw so many photos, although the background is different, but the same two people appear on it, a man and a woman, with intimate expressions, sometimes hugging and kissing on the street, sometimes entangled in the café, and there is even a photo of these two people, actually in a car, doing something not very harmonious, the ecstasy on those two faces can be seen clearly......

The beauty looked at these photos expressionlessly, raised her hand and lifted her glasses up, and the lenses flashed a cold light in the sun.

"As soon as these photos are sent, Ling's reputation should not be saved."

After saying that, she moved her fingers and pressed the send button.

……

"I don't think I have anything to talk to you about, Miss Song Zhenyi."

A cold glint flashed in Ye Qinyu's eyes, and she looked at Song Zhenyi in front of her, her eyes were red.

Hearing her words, Song Zhenyi was stunned for a moment, raised her little face suddenly, took a step forward, and said with wide eyes:

"Qinyu, are you still angry, I didn't know you cared so much, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have done these things, you haven't said anything before, I thought you wanted to be a full-time wife, but you want to post works, so I helped you."

Song Zhenyi's eyes were watery, and she was glaring at the boss, looking at her innocently.

She turned her gaze and looked at Song Zhenyi quietly, her eyes looked through her sunglasses, staring at the latter's red eyes, and just kept staring.

Then, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and only then did she see a hint of dodge and darkness hidden in the depths of her eyes through the seemingly clear brown eyes.

Under her gaze, Song Zhen turned his gaze away uncomfortably, and said:

"Qinyu, why are you looking at me like this."

The voice is also soft and soft, who would have thought that there would be a hidden knife.

Ye Qinyu laughed:

"It's just a feeling, I just met you for the first time today."

Song Zhenyi opened her small mouth, looked back again, tilted her head, and said puzzled:

"Qinyu, what are you talking about, we are good friends who have known each other for so many years, how do you say that you only know me?"

Song Zhenyi stepped forward as she spoke, leaned over, reached out to her arm as soon as she stretched out her hand, and said softly:

"Qinyu, this matter is over, okay, you ruined my reputation in front of the media, I don't care about it, just don't think about it."

As he spoke, his hand was about to touch her skin.

Her eyes drooped slightly, swept over the white and tender little hand, a trace of disgust flashed uncontrollably in her eyes, and she dodged to the side of her body.

She just flashed Song Zhenyi's hand, and she didn't know why, Song Zhenyi's hand probed into the air, and her body suddenly leaned forward, of course Ye Qinyu would not block it, and then she saw a white figure pounce straight to the ground.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, accompanied by a soft cry, Song Zhenyi had already sat down on the ground, supporting the ground with both hands, trembling, as if he couldn't support the incomparably slender body, slowly raised his eyes, looked at it with red eyes, and without saying a word, the tears began to fall down one by one.

Looking at Song Zhenyi with this appearance, Ye Qinyu frowned slightly, and then, a sharp cry sounded in her ears, as well as a clattering sound.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw a group of people suddenly running out from behind the pillars in the hall, rushing in all directions, forming a circle, shining and dazzling, aimed at her, and flickering incessantly.

"Designer Ye, I heard that this plagiarism incident is actually a personal grudge between you and Designer Song, isn't it?"

"You just watched your best friend become popular and jealous, didn't you make this incident?"

"Aren't you and Designer Song good friends, for this little thing, you will ruin her reputation, do you think it is the girlfriend love that is important, or is this kind of small thing important?"

"Designer Ye, did you do it to Designer Song just now, is this a distortion of human nature, or a moral degradation?"

"Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it ......"

Ye Qinyu stood up, only to feel a portable voice recorder and microphone poking at her, a series of "is it" buzzing in her ears like flies, as if waiting for her to say "yes".

Her eyes were cold, her gaze turned slightly, and through the heavy surrounding, in the gap between those black microphones, she saw a sneer hooked by the corner of Song Zhenyi's lips.