Human emotions are all colorful.

Hatred is the blood-red heat, pain is the black cold, love is the lilac softness, but maternal love is the most beautiful existence.

It was a light yellow warmth and gentleness, just like a soft petal touching a finger.

Mu Chuling smelled the faint fragrance of aging and fast ageing, and inexplicably remembered the touch of her mother's hands brushing her hair when she was young.

Before she knew it, her face burst into tears, and her whole body seemed to have lost its sharpness and became extremely distraught.

She murmured to herself, "Impossible...This is impossible..."

The president of the Perfume Association asked sarcastically, "Miss Mu, do you still have any questions about the title of the champion? Do we need to give you all the top ten award-winning perfumes?"

Mu Chuling's face turned green when she was sarcastic. As soon as she thought that this bottle of perfume was made up by Yun Qing, whom she had never looked down upon, she became manic.

Yun Qing is just a fool who knows nothing, and she can't be better than her!

She would rather admit that the person who is better than her is Yun Qianrou!

He was also stubbornly unwilling to admit that the person who stepped on her was Yun Qing, whom she had always looked down upon!

right!

It must be Yun Qing stolen Yun Qianrou's fragrance recipe that can make such a good perfume.

She seemed to have grabbed the last straw and looked at Yun Qianrou with a fierce look inquiring angry eyes.

Yun Qianrou looked at the bottle of yellow perfume, but avoided her gaze.

In the corner where no one saw her, her hands were trembling even more powerful than Mu Chuling.

"Mother" is definitely not any of the incense recipes left by Mrs. Yunmiao.

If today's champion is really Yun Qing, it can only mean that Yun Qing himself has realized the incense recipe.

That bitch-

She can actually...

If the person who stands up to receive the prize later is Yun Qing, then the storm she may face next will definitely be dozens of times that of Mu Chuling.

Mu Chuling's body trembled, and he seemed to be unable to bear the blow, and he suddenly took several steps back.

She looked up and saw countless pairs of cold and disgusting eyes. The scene of thousands of people never saw any admiration and love for her before.

The perfumers on the stage looked at her disdainfully with the look of looking at the loser who could not afford to lose.

Yun Qing was still sitting in the C position with a glorious body, her eyebrows and eyes were smiling. Her eyes were neither sarcastic nor cold, and she was still the cold and dull boredom.

Although the expressions are different, it looks like the man sitting on the chief judge's seat...

Mu Chuling could no longer withstand such a devastating blow. He screamed, covered his face with both hands, and rushed off the stage in a daze.

Everyone watched the arrogant "champion" who had just been a few minutes ago, retreated in a mess, and felt a little sigh for a moment.

But more of it, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I deserve it!"

"I finally left..."
Chapter completed!