Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 713 It's not you, it's her

  The plane landed in Paris, arrived at Fontainebleau, and found a hotel that had been booked in advance. Shen Fanxing simply took a bath and lay on the bed, too lazy to move.

  Although the sun is shining outside right now, it’s when the French are just starting to get busy in their day.

   In order to avoid jet lag, she did not let herself sleep too long. At noon, she got up again and went downstairs to find a restaurant for lunch.

   I found a restaurant nearby that looked good, found a window seat, ordered a meal in fluent French without any problems, and sat there to wait for the meal.

   Most of the French restaurants are magnificently furnished, with exquisite silver tableware, crystal cups, pictures of various artistic conceptions hanging on the walls, and beautiful vines are arranged in the porch outside the house.

   is in line with the romance and elegance unique to the French.

   After lunch, a dessert sat for a long time before the phone in her hand rang.

   Seeing the caller ID, Shen Fanxing smiled and connected.

"Hey."

   A calm and powerful voice came from the opposite side of the microphone, "Girl, I'm here."

  Shen Fanxing stood up, "Okay, I'll pick you up."

   paid, Shen Fanxing walked out of the restaurant, but met a few people who had been haunted in her life.

   "Sister, what a coincidence..."

   Shen Qianrou raised her eyebrows, Su Heng stood on the outermost side of the road, naturally she couldn't see Shen Qianrou's arrogant face when she faced Shen Fanxing.

   Shen Fanxing didn't speak, but his eyes were on the middle-aged man next to Shen Qianrou.

"Oh, by the way, do you still remember my sister? My master, the master who was specially invited by my grandmother to teach me how to make perfume, I remember that at the beginning, master seemed to have been to our house, you should have met? "

  Feng Shuoguang, a well-known master in the perfumery industry, finally achieved success in the perfumery competition at the age of 32. The works he produced are noble and elegant, and are popular and sought after by the upper class, gentlemen and ladies.

   With the popularity of these upper-class people, his reputation in the perfume industry has been enduring for a long time.

   She has naturally come into contact with his works, and her strength must be extraordinary.

   But his success...

   I don’t know if the works he designed are his own pursuits, or if he just succeeds for the sake of success.

Feng Shuoguang is well maintained. He has an artist's self-proclaimed noble and elegant temperament. He is dressed in a dark purple elegant gentleman's suit. He looks at Shen Fanxing with a light expression, and he can't see his anger, but he obviously excludes Shen Fanxing from the list. outside of his social circle.

   Shen Fanxing listened to Shen Qianrou's introduction and didn't speak, she was sure that Shen Qianrou would have something to say next.

  Since Shen Qianrou has the intention to hit her, she naturally does not miss any possibility.

   As the granddaughter of the Shen family, Jiang Rongrong knew that she was most interested in perfumery, but in the end she only invited a master to Shen Qianrou.

   This is something Shen Qianrou is complacent in front of her and thinks it can stab her heart.

   Next…

   Not long after, Shen Qianrou had a sudden realization.

   "Oh, I almost forgot, you not only met at home, Master, do you still remember my sister? It was a fashion competition in China six years ago, although there may be some unavoidable misunderstanding..."

   Halfway through the words, I didn't continue to speak, but the goal has been achieved.

  One of the essential skills of the white lotus flower, it means something, so far as it is pointed, the targeted words will never come out of their mouths.

  Shen Fanxing's face was calm, but his heart was sneering.

   She glanced at Shen Qianrou sarcastically.

  Although she doesn't want to admit it, she is probably the one person who knows Shen Qianrou best in the world.

   With every word, every word, every move, every look, she knew what her purpose was.

   To sum up with a nasty vernacular that I don’t remember where I heard it—

   You know what color **** she pulls as soon as she pokes her ass.

   After Shen Qianrou's clear mention, Feng Shuoguang's dull and alienated eyes were instantly stained with a bit of obvious disgust.

   "I remember, she was the older sister who copied your Xiang Fang?"

   "There might be some misunderstanding here..." Shen Qianrou explained.

   "The facts are all there, what kind of misunderstanding."

   "Master, maybe..."

   "Okay, stop talking, even if she is your sister, I can't accept it! With me, I will never accept a person with a history of plagiarism. It's a shame for a lifetime."

   Shen Qianrou's lips curled, looking at Shen Fanxing's expression, full of provocation.

   On the other side, Su Heng was a little unhappy, "Mr. Feng, since Qianrou said there was some misunderstanding..."

   "The facts are there. May I ask Master Feng, what facts are in front of you? Did someone give you a 100% rhetoric that I was a plagiarist?"

  Shen Fanxing did not give Su Heng a chance to speak. Su Heng glanced at her lightly, pursed his lips, and did not speak again for a while.

  Feng Shuoguang frowned, and when he heard Shen Fanxing's flat and indifferent voice, he questioned him in a hurried manner. He was displeased and blurted out immediately.

   "You didn't plagiarize, could it be that Qianrou can't plagiarize?"

  Shen Fanxing looked at him quietly, and after a long while, he sneered.

   "So your basis is that your lover Shen Qianrou can't copy, so I have become the natural plagiarist of 'either she or me'? Master Feng's logic is really admirable!"

   Feng Shuoguang was also embarrassed for a while, and even he himself felt that this statement was a bit far-fetched.

   But, after a while, he said again:

   "Since you didn't plagiarize, why didn't you refute it? Now in front of me, what do you want to prove?"

Shen Fanxing's eyes were deep and cold, "Because I never thought that I would suddenly become a plagiarist, I couldn't take measures to deal with the unexpected situation at the beginning, and the appearance of your master made me even more powerless, I admit that I originally Really stupid."

  Feng Shuoguang was taken aback by the cold and powerful aura of Shen Fanxing's body. It was unbelievable that a woman could have such an aura.

   Although he was not impressed, he still vaguely remembered the young girl who stood there alone, her face as pale as paper, but she tried her best to refute him.

   is simply worlds apart.

   Shen Fanxing's icy gaze swept across Shen Qianrou's face, and finally looked straight into Feng Shuoguang's eyes proudly, and continued in a cold voice:

"But now I won't! Since you trust Shen Qianrou so much, continue to trust me. I'm not trying to argue with you, and you are not qualified to accept anything from me! The person who needs to explain has never been me! You are alone! acceptance, it means nothing to me.”

  Feng Shuoguang was completely shocked by Shen Fanxing's indomitable tone, the arrogance and confidence in every word and sentence, and the contempt and irony of him everywhere.

   (end of this chapter)