Yun Qing, who had just finished speaking, suddenly said coldly, "Yun Qianrou, the championship ranking has not been announced yet. What are you showing off when you have been there for so long?"

Yun Qianrou's expression suddenly froze.

The draft that had been prepared had also come to an abrupt end.

The audience at the scene, like Jing Yunqing, suddenly remembered that the ranking of this bottle of perfume was just the runner-up, and the real heavyweight champion had not been announced yet.

It was just because Yun Qianrou won the runner-up, which shocked everyone too much and caused too much noise, so that she temporarily forgot about this matter.

But I knew that Yun Qianrou really started to show off.

It's so embarrassing!

"Damn! This shameless woman! She stood on the stage and refused to leave before the champion came out. Isn't it shameless?"

"Yes, it's just a runner-up. Maybe our Miss Yunqing is the champion!"

"Yun Qianrou, are you embarrassed? The champion didn't say anything. You, the runner-up who was scolded by everyone, were shouting at me? It's not embarrassing!"

Yun Qianrou's face was blue and white.

Before, she would never make such a low-level mistake.

All of them were angry with Yun Qing!

Yun Qing!

Yun Qianrou hated her and never dared to stop for more. After hurriedly saying a few words, she returned to her seat in shame.

The carefully prepared whitewashing manuscript was also in vain.

Yun Qing glanced at her lightly, then turned her eyes back, looked at the gate of the venue, her eyes were a little pale and empty.

On the stage, the host quickly reacted and began to smooth things off with great enthusiasm.

Lancelot looked at Yun Qingrou's white face and suddenly spoke, "If the champion was me, I would question Ms. Yun Qianrou's perfume in public!"

Yun Qing turned her head and glanced at the young man beside her and smiled, "Thank you, but you don't need it."

Lancelot shook his head, with a sharp edge in his eyes, "It's not for you, Miss Yunqing, "Qingxin" such a beautiful perfume should not be stained, and-"

Lancelot's eyes slid heavily across Yun Qianrou's face, "In my home court, there is absolutely no way that there is no way to be a despicable person!"

Lancelot's opponent has always been only one Yun Qing.

Yun Qing looked at the young and handsome young man beside her and asked softly, "Why are you so sure that "loving to heart" must be mine?"

The audience suspected Yun Qianrou because the fact that the other party was a plagiarist had spread throughout Country H.

And Lancelot, he obviously didn't know about this before.

But she is very sure that her love is hers.

Lancelot smiled and pointed at her, "Thanks to my idol, he gave me a pair of eyes that could discover beauty."

Yun Qing was stunned.

A thought slipped through her heart, and she remembered the bottle of black perfume that Lancelot handed over, and suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Are you-"

Lancelot smiled, "Yes, Miss Yunqing, my idol, his name is ghost."
Chapter completed!