Chapter 339 What’s wrong with stealing it for me?

"Yang Qinglin, you are smart, but it's a pity that you didn't use your smartness in the right way."

"The right way? Hahahahaha!"

Yang Qinglin seemed to have heard a big joke and laughed uproariously.

After he finished laughing, he looked at Ye Yun, his expression full of sadness, and asked confidently: "You think I haven't taken the right path? But what can I do? I can't think of a good work, and I stay up all night, Drawing one stroke at a time, all the manuscripts you submitted were rejected! Do you know that feeling of trying your best but still being unable to do anything? How can a genius like you, who can draw a work with just a few strokes, understand? A sore spot for us foolish people!”

The more he spoke, the more excited he became.

Ye Yun was silent for a rare moment.

But soon, she also laughed out loud.

"A genius? I'm not."

She stared at Yang Qinglin's slightly surprised face, shrugged nonchalantly, and said in an indifferent tone: "I'm not a genius, and it doesn't matter to me. I only know that a person must be down-to-earth. I do have some advantages, but at least I didn't steal it. It’s other people’s things. You said that no one understands the pain of being born with stupid talents, but do you understand the pain of those people whose hard work you have stolen?”

After hearing what she said, Yang Qinglin smiled and gradually stopped laughing.

He looked up at Ye Yun, with a hint of ridicule on his scarred face, "But you have so much inspiration, why do you want to steal it for me?"

Snapped!

Ye Yun raised her hand and slapped her.

"What you call so much inspiration is what Director Chen learned bit by bit when he went to the port area himself! In fact, he is not as smart as you. He doesn't know how to use twists and turns like you, and he doesn't even know how to say a compliment. But he is willing to learn and study hard. Every work you stole was made by him working hard day and night after burning the midnight oil, but you said he wanted you to steal it. What's wrong with you? Yang Qinglin, you If you don’t respect your peers, you deserve to be unable to produce anything!”

Yang Qinglin's head was directly deflected with a slap.

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, there was also a red and swollen slap mark. Yang Qinglin tilted his head and stared blankly at the ground, his eyes were empty and he fell into a state of dementia.

"You are eager for quick success and have a dirty mind. You deserve it if you can't make good clothes."

Too lazy to reason with this man anymore, Ye Yun took Qin Zheng's hand and turned around, walking out without looking back.

"etc……"

Suddenly there was a call from behind.

Ye Yun paused.

Turning his head, he saw Yang Qinglin raising his old face and looking at her blankly, "I didn't let her touch you."

"What?"

"I just let her cause trouble. I didn't let her hurt you. I didn't even mention your pregnancy..." Yang Qinglin muttered.

Ye Yun frowned.

Was that Lin Jiao's impulsive act?

"Ye Yun."

A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Jiang Yuan handed over a piece of paper. It was written in black and white, and it was clearly written that Yang Qinglin instigated and instructed Lin Jiao to hurt Ye Yun.

"See if there is anything you need to add?"

Ye Yun took the paper and scanned the contents.

Qin Zheng also watched with her.

The man who always hated words was extra patient this time and read extremely carefully.

"What is this?" Yang Qinglin realized something was wrong and looked flustered.

Ye Yun glanced at him lightly.

Qin Zheng was still kind-hearted and said unhurriedly: "Your... confession?"

"What?!"

Yang Qinglin couldn't believe it and stared at the piece of paper in horror.

Why does he still have a confession? !

"You hit me and you scolded me! I also admitted my mistake to you! Why is there a confession? What on earth do you want to do!"

"Of course I'm going to fuck...you!"

Gu Jin snatched away the confession and handed it to Yang Qinglin with a smile, "You're all here, right? Come on, be obedient and put your fingerprints here!"

After saying that, before Yang Qinglin could react, he picked up his hand and dipped it into his nosebleed.

Snapped!

A red handprint on the confession!