Her eyes turned and landed on the woman sitting next to Lian Yuan, "Does Miss Deng Yi want to say?"

The woman named Deng Yi frowned and said, "It's cold, but it's very warm, not the kind of warmth on the surface, it's like that...the smell of deep love, but there's something else..."

Yun Qianrou's face began to turn pale.

Yun Qing smiled slightly, her eyes fell on the seventh place. She was a male perfumer, "Mr. Yi Shu, where are you?"

Yi Feng was very straightforward, "The owner of Zhang Xiangfang must have a man she loves very much and loves her very much."

There was no need for Yun Qing to ask again. The sixth place stared at Yun Qianrou with a deep face and spoke bluntly, "I dare not say anything else, but this bottle of perfume must represent love!"

Yun Qianrou's white face gradually began to turn pale.

The fifth place is Xu Mei, and the overall level is obviously higher than that. "It is a smell of warmth and sadness. Generally speaking, in the perfume industry, red is almost defaulted to cold hatred."

"But this bottle of perfume, it completely breaks this routine."

"She doesn't have a trace of hatred, even warmth, soft-soft, and a faint sadness and longing..."

"When I saw it, I thought it should have a fierce coldness, but I didn't expect it to make me cry warmly, but it also makes me feel very sad..."

After Xu Mei finished speaking, Qin Yao couldn't wait to speak, "According to common sense, this bottle of perfume should feel very depressing..."

"It is not that it has no negative emotions, but that its negative emotions are neutralized by some warm feelings... This wonderful contrast is its most brilliant place."

"It is also the main reason why it can crush all of us and compete for the championship with Miss Yunqing!"

She looked directly at Yun Qianrou and said coldly, "This bottle of perfume may not be as good as Mr. Ghost's "god", but her master definitely has the ability to make perfumes of the same grade as the "god"!"

Yun Qianrou even her body began to become shaky.

After Qin Yao, Bo Chihan was born.

Bo Chihan paused for a moment before speaking softly, and the sound almost slipped out of his throat, with a deep sense.

"I only wish that I will never leave you forever, and will be with dust and ashes, and will not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and will not refuse you..."

This is the real inspiration for this perfume.

It represents a woman's longing and love for her deceased husband.

Yun Qing's heart trembled uncontrollably when he heard Bo Chihan's words.

Her face that had been smiling suddenly disappeared.

After a while, she lowered her long eyelashes, covering the emotions in her eyes.

Since you are dead, you must stay in her world and always be with her?

He can be the wind, rain, flowers, grass... he can be the smile between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, but he is no longer him.

Is this... the love between Mrs. Yunmiao and that man?

ghost watched his little wife sit down, her long hair hanging down, wrapping her slender shoulders, making her feel lonely and lonely all over her body.

She sat there alone, her beautiful lips curled up in a curve that seemed to be crying.

It was obvious that there were people around her, but it seemed that only darkness was willing to wrap around her.
Chapter completed!