Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

This was indeed something Lin Zhiyi had not expected.

Song Wanqiu really used every possible means to suppress her.

Song Wanqiu knew better than anyone who plagiarized whom, but now she wanted to accuse her of plagiarism.

The word "reference" is really well used.

In addition, the reporter reminded everyone that Lin Zhiyi had seen Song Wanqiu's design draft in advance.

Admitting that she borrowed from others would mean that she admitted that Song Wanqiu was better than herself, so her entry would also have to borrow from Song Wanqiu.

If she doesn't admit that she borrowed from others, then she is just being stubborn and it is not honorable for her to get second place.

Song Wanqiu tried to smooth things over by the side, saying, "Please stop saying that. It's my honor to be referenced by Zhiyi."

Then he said with a sad look, "But this time I added the sun element to my work because I compared the sun to the Third Lord. With his light, everything is so beautiful. I feel a little uncomfortable that my work has been borrowed like this."

As she spoke, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she looked very shy.

Some people started to make a fuss and took photos even more enthusiastically.

Gong Chen, however, was cold and indifferent, showing no emotion at all.

The reporter quickly flattered: "If it were me, I would definitely be unhappy. I use the sun, and you use the stars and the moon. Isn't this obviously intentional? It's a pity that some people don't appreciate Miss Song's generosity and are unwilling to admit it."

After saying this, Lin Zhiyi chuckled and found it very funny.

The reporter was a little unsure and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Zhiyi asked, "Do you know how many jewels have been created with the sun, stars, and moon as themes since ancient times? Then who did Miss Song draw inspiration from?"

The reporter was speechless.

Song Wanqiu pursed her lips and reminded, "Zhiyi, everyone is talking about this competition, why are you talking about something else?"

Hearing this, the reporter's morale rose, and he retorted: "Yes, in this competition, you two are the only ones who used themes about aerial objects. Is there anything wrong with me asking this?"

Lin Zhiyi stared at the two of them and said calmly, "Since you think it's a reference, then tell me why I don't use the sun and the moon, but the stars and the moon?"

The reporter was confused: "What do you mean?"

Lin Zhiyi raised her eyes to look at the camera and said word by word: "The sun belongs to the daytime and never belongs to the night, much less to the stars and the moon. Why should we put things from different worlds together?"

There was silence.

They are not from the same world, so there is no point in learning from them.

Gong Chen turned his head to look at Lin Zhiyi, his eyes were dark, so deep and terrifying, so cold that it made people shudder.

Lin Zhiyi clenched his fists to steady himself.

She asked Song Wanqiu in return: "Miss Song, your jewelry is so large, but the sun element is so small. So the Third Master is so small in your heart? This little light can't illuminate everything in your heart. Since you love the Third Master so much, shouldn't the sun be the main body?"

Lin Zhiyi threw the question to Song Wanqiu.

The reporter's camera was also aimed at Song Wanqiu.

"Yes, Miss Song, since you also think that Lin Zhiyi borrowed from your work, why is there only this much solar element?"

"..."

Song Wanqiu opened her mouth but didn't know how to answer.

Of course she couldn't answer it. After all, it wasn't her thing, and she had no idea what Lin Zhiyi's original design concept was.

While the reporters were surrounding Song Wanqiu and Gong Chen, Lin Zhiyi turned and left.

The cold gaze behind him followed him like a shadow.

……

Backstage.

Lin Zhiyi packed up her things and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a bouquet of flowers appeared in front of him.

"Zhiyi, congratulations."

Lin Zhiyi raised her eyes and looked at the warm Gong Yan. She took the bouquet and couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you, brother."

"I've reserved a seat, let's go celebrate?"

"it is good."

Lin Zhiyi nodded. After the tough battle, she was indeed hungry.

Gong Yan smiled and took her bag naturally.

When Lin Zhiyi lowered her head to look at the flowers, Gong Yan suddenly approached her.

"Don't move," he whispered.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhiyi asked in confusion.

"You have a ribbon on your head. Let me help you take it off."

Gong Yan touched her hair and ran his fingers through it. He watched her eyes change and couldn't help but move closer to smell her hair.

Noticing Gong Yan approaching, Lin Zhiyi blushed and covered her head with her hands.

"I, I forgot to wash my hair. Does it smell weird?"

Gong Yan chuckled: "No, it smells good."

"Brother, you are such a joker." Lin Zhiyi felt embarrassed.

"Let's go, my car is at the side door."

"Ah."

Lin Zhiyi and Gong Yan walked side by side, and she subconsciously tucked her hair up.

This is her little trick.

Only shy people would do that.

Gong Chen looked at this scene, pursed his thin lips, and the aura around him was gloomy and terrifying.

With a click, he turned his head to light a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around.

In the corridor, the organizer's person in charge was kneeling on the ground with Chen Jin covering his mouth.

"Mmmm..." Third Master! I was wrong! I was really wrong!

Gong Chen walked up to him, blew out the white mist, and said in a cold voice: "Didn't I tell you to be fair before the game? You want to please me so much?"

The other party nodded vigorously, begging Gong Chen to give him a way out.

Gong Chen looked at the cigarette in his hand and pressed the hot cigarette butt directly into his forehead.

The other person's eyes rolled up in pain.

Gong Chen walked past him.

Walking out of the studio, Song Wanqiu ran towards Gong Chen in full view of everyone. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, and she looked as beautiful and moving as a princess running towards a prince.

People stop and pay attention.

Among them was Lin Zhiyi, who was sitting in Gong Yan's car. She watched indifferently the scene of the prince and princess falling in love.

Gong Yan smiled and said, “I never thought that my uncle, who is so cold, would actually dote on a woman so much.”

"Well, I didn't expect that."

Lin Zhiyi nodded, lowered her head and looked at her red fingers, not knowing what she was thinking.

the other side.

Song Wanqiu took Gong Chen's arm and got into the car.

I thought Gong Chen would praise her, but after waiting for a while, I found that he was actually looking through the documents.

Song Wanqiu looked unhappy, but she didn't dare to question, so she could only tentatively hand the trophy to Gong Chen.

She smiled gently and affectionately: "Third Master, I have lived up to everyone's expectations."

Gong Chen stretched out two slender fingers and forcefully pushed the trophy away: "It's blocking the documents."

Song Wanqiu's face turned pale and she was unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Until she raised her eyes inadvertently, panic appeared in her eyes.

On the road outside the car window, the reporter who helped Song Wanqiu to make things difficult for Lin Zhiyi was being beaten up by a group of seemingly ordinary pedestrians.

Judging from the skills of the attackers, you can tell that they are not ordinary people.

The reporter screamed heartbreakingly: "I won't do it again! I won't dare to take money to do things again!"

Song Wanqiu's heart also began to tremble.

At this moment, Gong Chen didn't even raise his head, as if everything outside the car window had nothing to do with him.

With a whoosh, he turned over a page of the document.

The sound of paper scraping was like a sharp blade, cutting across Song Wanqiu's heart again and again.

Song Wanqiu was afraid after all. Her hand trembled and the trophy fell off with a bang. The trophy and the things that were hit by the trophy were shattered into pieces.

She looked carefully and found that her jewelry work had been placed on the floor of the car seat without her noticing, right in front of the crystal trophy.

It's so broken that you can't see its original shape.

Just like Lin Zhiyi's smashed sample.

Song Wanqiu stared at the thing on the ground, stunned.

Soon, the car stopped by the roadside.

Gong Chen got out of the car and said coldly as he closed the door: "Pick up the garbage before you get off the car."

……

Backstage toilet.

Shen Yan's face was pale, and she held her stomach as she stood up little by little.

Before he could stand firmly, his legs became numb and weak, and he fell down with a thud, landing right on his own excrement.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"