Lovely Wife: Forced Marriage from Mr Ye

Yun qianrou's expression is stiff again.

The students of Yunda immediately called out.

"Yes, the international champion asked you a question, but didn't mention Miss Yunqing. What do you do with Miss Yunqing?"

"Yunqianrou, where do you come from? Who doesn't know what your father and mother did to miss Yunqing and her mother? What they end up with now is their own fault. Let alone being paralyzed and imprisoned, they deserve to die! "

"What Lancelot asked is your perfume, and it has nothing to do with cloud. You can answer Lancelot's question. Never mind. What do you mean by pulling in all these piles?"

And at the moment, the atmosphere is dignified.

There has never been such a thing in the international fragrance competition.

Cronin's face was ferocious and glared at Gibran. "Gibran, Lancelot, what do you mean? Are you even going to trouble me? "

Gibran frowned and said mildly, "Lancelot has his own reason. Since he dares to ask, it shows that he really doubts the ownership of" love ", and he also has some evidence. Cronin, if I were you, I would like to ask my apprentice."

There was no Cronin in the air.

Mr. Huo and his party sat there with a heavy face, looking at Yun Qing, and their expressions were very dignified.

They can all conclude that "heart" is definitely a cloud of perfume.

If according to the arrogant temperament of Yunqing, "Qingxin" absolutely has the same charm as "Qingcheng". Originally, it was not the champion, which made people very unhappy.

Now it's better to be a plagiarist.

Make it clear that someone is playing tricks in the middle!

The top priority now is not whether Yun Qing can win the championship.

But whether she can bring her perfume back.

Judging from this situation, Yunqing is doomed to miss the championship of the international competition this year.

Yun thousand soft was the key to Lancelot's sharp spot. Her face was white. She clenched the microphone on her hand and whispered, "Mr. Lancelot, I repeat," my heart is my perfume, not the clouds. "

After that, Yun qianrou stares at Yun Qing.

It seems that she has been forced to the extreme. Yun qianrou tears on the spot. Her face is weak and pale to the extreme. Her eyes seem to take a plea. "Yunqing, I know that in the past our family was sorry for you, but mom and dad have been punished. They have been punished by you to the point that life is worse than death..."

"Except for brother Lu Cheng, I have nothing left. Yunqing, please let me go..."

She cried deeply.

Let those who have already sympathized with her feel more disgusted with Yun Qing.

"Yunqing, this year's champion and runner up are not you. Can you just sit quietly on the stage? Don't spoil the atmosphere of the spice match any more! "