Quick Wear: His Highness Qing Leng is about to be stuck again

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on completing the second small world." The little ball flew around above Yun Rong's head.

Yunrong was in a trance again, erasing his memory to experience the truth...

"Where...will they go?" Yun Rong's voice was a little hoarse.

Xiao Qi slowly landed and stood on Yunrong's shoulder.

It felt that Yunrong was not as happy as before, so it rubbed against Yunrong as usual.

"Don't be sad, Your Highness. The main system said that everything is determined by fate."

Yun Rong concealed his emotions and raised the corners of his lips, "Really?"

The little girl nodded frantically, "Yes, yes."

Then he added, "We can seal the emotions into the emotion bottle and take it out at any time. Does Your Highness need to use it?"

Memory bottles are prepared by the Mission Bureau for the hosts to prevent too much emotion from affecting the host's daily life.

"Use it." Yun Rong clenched her fingers slightly and spoke calmly.

"Ok."

She really didn't have the ability to ignore the good things in the past, and she couldn't restrain herself from recalling and missing them.

Human emotions are complex...

Is everything just fate?

Every fate is a dream, but when the fate ends, it is all empty.

Is that right?

Soon the two small bottles were filled with green and red gases, which rushed around inside as if trying to rush out and find their owners.

Yunrong picked them up with her slender white hands, and they immediately calmed down and became obedient.

Yun Rong tapped them gently with her fingers, feeling that this world was so magical, it was indeed a vast world.

"Your Highness, the merit value this time is also very high. Your donations and various charities have saved many people. The total amount this time is 850,000. Why is it so much? It's abnormal?" The little dumpling exclaimed in disbelief.

Yun Rong smiled faintly, "Well, it's still the same as before, you can do whatever you want."

"Great!" The little dumpling found that he was now a rich ruler.

"Let's enter the next world." Yun Rong was still full of curiosity about those new worlds.

"Ok."

......

"You still don't agree, right?" Chang Qile's eyes were gloomy and his brows were deep.

Yun Rong moved back somewhat uncomfortably and frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, Chang Qile seemed to be crazy. He suddenly grabbed her arm and tried to pull her into his arms, saying frantically, "You are mine, and you can only be mine."

Yun Rong fiercely broke free from his hand and slapped him in the face.

"Mr. Chang, are you awake?" Yun Rong glanced at him coldly, full of disdain for him.

Chang Qile stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his lips. A smile appeared on his lips. He was not annoyed, but said meaningfully, "You will beg me."

Yunrong patted his coat with a look of disgust.

"Since Mr. Chang is fine, I'll go out." After saying that, without caring about Chang Qile, she picked up her bag and sunglasses on the sofa and walked out.

Chang Qile stared at her back with an obsessed look, and whispered softly, "You will come to beg me."

Yunrong put on sunglasses and took out a mask from her bag when she walked out.

Recalling today's events, it seems that the agent can no longer be kept, as he has teamed up with people from other companies to pimp for his own artist.

Yunrong picked up his phone and sent the screenshot of the chat to his boss.

This is an extremely private restaurant. Yun Rong looked around and sneered.

Yunrong walked to the front of the car and knocked on the window, "Hello, can we chat?"

Pei Ji pulled up the brim of his hat, revealing only a pair of eyes above the mask.