But was she given the runner-up?

They didn't expect that Yun Qianrou would actually run to grab her runner-up...

When Yun Qing encountered this situation, she could understand that she was angry, but shouldn't she go to find evidence to prove that "Qingxin" was her perfume, and then obediently took away the runner-up trophy... Isn't everyone happy?

Why did she make the situation so out of control?!

It was obviously not their fault, but why did they all need to pay for their fair and clear reputation and their next career to pay for Yun Qianrou, the plagiarist?!

Everyone in the venue was watching Yun Qing.

No one spoke.

And in this dead silence, Lancelot suddenly rushed to Yun Qing again, bent down at her, and spoke in a solemn tone, "Miss Yun Qing, I lost! The championship trophy is yours! Please take it away!"

The audience was in an uproar again.

Countless viewers covered their mouths and made incredible screams.

In the judges' seat, those judges who were still holding the last trace of luck completely softened at this moment.

Lancelot took the initiative to admit defeat to Yun Qing... It was equivalent to telling everyone openly that there was really insider information about this international perfume competition!

Yun Qing stopped slightly, looked at the young man in front of her, and smiled slightly, "You are a very excellent perfumer, but ghost..."

She paused, and under Lancelot's gaze with shiny eyes, she said loudly, "...he is the only "god" who is insurmountable!"

After saying that, Yun Qing crossed Lancelot and walked towards Beiming Yexuan.

Everyone was looking at Yun Qing, and the entire venue was very quiet for a moment.

Yun Qing stared at the man standing at the end of the stage.

Under the dark blue light, Bei Ming Yexuan seemed to be stepping on the star dust. He was wearing her familiar black windbreaker, dark and weird eyes, which corresponded to the cold lights on the scene, giving him a kind of intoxicating handsomeness and exquisiteness.

Before she noticed the man's thoughts, Yun Qing never felt that there was anything wrong with the man's eyes when he looked at her.

But after knowing Bei Ming Yexuan’s thoughts, Yun Qing suddenly realized that the look of the man looking at her was completely different from that of other people.

At the conference scene of the vast starry sea, except for those who really like her and those who like to make perfume, more people's eyes and attention fell on him at this moment.

No one doesn't like beautiful things.

Especially when this man is so beautiful that he is almost illusory.

However, Bei Ming Yexuan's gaze was firmly attached to her from beginning to end.

At this moment, Yun Qing suddenly had an absurd idea.

Bei Ming Yexuan never saw anyone else in the scene except her.

It seemed that in the eyes of that man, there were so many people on the scene, but they didn't exist.

Even the moment when I swept over Fang Guoguo and grabbed her arm, the pure black eyes were filled with an inorganic coldness.

Yun Qing shivered, and a fear similar to the deep sea appeared in her heart, and her expression was a little confused.

In an instant, Bei Ming Yexuan seemed to notice something, suddenly gazed, his eyes looked straight ahead, and looked at Yun Qing's eyes under the blue stage lights through a stage that was neither long nor short.

Yun Qing clearly saw her figure from her eyes that seemed to be filled with coldness and tenderness.

Then, the flawless perfect man smiled and said to her in a gentle voice, "Qingbao, I want it."
Chapter completed!