Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 848 Rakshasa

   It turns out that Shen Fanxing is a really smart woman.

   In the living room of the Bo family's main house, Shen Fanxing was holding a needle and thread, facing the pattern given by Lan Xianxian and the most basic embroidery method, and he could actually show a petal.

"Chinese embroidery can be divided into Suzhou embroidery, Hunan embroidery, Shu embroidery, and Cantonese embroidery, each of which has its own characteristics. Most of the embroidery I know is Suzhou embroidery, which is double-sided embroidery. Lively, elegant in color, and there are more than 30 kinds of needlework..."

   Lan Xianxian spread knowledge to Shen Fanxing while bowing her head and embroidering the handkerchief on her hand.

   It's good that it's not popular. Once it's popular, Shen Fanxing put down the white gauze in his hand.

   "What's wrong?" Lan Xianxian looked up at her suspiciously.

   Shen Fanxing scratched his forehead with his pale fingers, "I specialize in art, I don't think embroidery is suitable for me."

   Looking at Shen Fanxing's conflicted face, Lan Xianxian couldn't help but laugh.

   "Embroidery is something that requires a lot of patience to study and learn. Many people in modern times don't like to insist on this kind of thing. If you are impatient, just say yes, and say it is not suitable for you. Pfft..."

  The reason is so simple and crappy, where does he look like a smart person.

  Shen Fanxing took his mobile phone, opened the search engine, and typed in the word "Su Embroidery". Sure enough, Encyclopedia has an introduction and development history.

   As she flipped through it, she said, "Everyone has something they are good at and what they are not good at. It's really hard for a strong person to drive a duck to a tree. I have the skills to embroider, and I don't know how much money I can get."

  Lan Xianxian just shook his head, and suddenly felt melancholy, "That's because everyone thinks like you now, so embroidery nowadays is almost uncommon."

  Shen Fanxing gave a light "um", swiped his phone to look at the screen, and said indifferently:

   "Well, the history of development has been more than 2,000 years, and they are all listed as intangible cultural heritage, so there is no such reputation in common."

   Lan Xianxian sighed lightly, "Can you really do this? I came to embroidery today, isn't it because Mrs. Bo is coming back tomorrow?"

  Shen Fanxing coughed awkwardly, "It doesn't matter much if you sharpen your gun before the battle."

   "That's true, especially embroidery is not something you can learn overnight. However, Mrs. Bo is from Suzhou, but she values ​​embroidery very much."

   This Shen Fanxing naturally knows it.

   "Because there are really fewer and fewer embroidered mothers now, Mrs. Bo is a little angry. Look around, but all girls about the same age as us can embroider more or less."

  Shen Fanxing nodded, seeing Bo Anxi and Yuan Muchun almost know.

   This is everywhere looking for an heir.

   At this time, Bo Jingxing came back from nowhere, with the air-conditioning and a bit of alcohol that was brought in from the outside.

   bent over and sat on the sofa beside Shen Fanxing.

   He glanced at Lan Xianxian's face opposite, and raised his eyebrows, "Yo, why did you lift the bangs? Are you afraid of seeing the light?"

  Lan Xianxian couldn't help but turn his head, opened his eyes more, and continued the embroidery on his hand.

   "Is this embroidered by my sister-in-law?"

   Bo Jingxing's body smelled even more intense, he took the handkerchief embroidered in front of Shen Fanxing in his hand and looked at it.

   "Hey, what is this embroidered on? It's uneven and its strength is uneven, you know?"

  Shen Fanxing looked at him sideways, and when he saw his movements, he almost didn't laugh out loud.

  I saw Bo Jingxing holding her handkerchief and looking left and right, picking up the needle on it, and embroidering her pattern afterward.

  The big man, about 1.8 meters tall, has a healthy wheat complexion in his generous hands, and the way he is holding an embroidery needle is simply too funny.

   The embroidery needle was barely visible between his two fingers, but he embroidered carefully and carefully.

   It happened that Shen Fanxing had a mobile phone in his hand, so he subconsciously turned on the camera, switched to video mode and recorded it against Bo Jingxing.

   After recording for nearly a minute, the opposite Lan Xianxian suddenly couldn't help laughing.

   Bo Jingxing looked up, Shen Fanxing quickly stopped the video.

   After looking at Bo Jingxing, he realized that his handsome face suddenly turned red.

   suddenly threw the handkerchief in his hand onto the coffee table.

   "Fog grass!"

   He almost seemed to hide from the plague, leaning against the corner of the sofa, pointing at the square handkerchief and saying with a terrified expression:

   "Who... who gave it to me?"

  Shen Fanxing picked up the handkerchief he threw away and took a closer look. It was really better than her embroidery.

   She couldn't help the smile on her face, "The embroidery is pretty good, have you practiced it, how many years have you been in the craft?"

   Bo Jingxing's face turned even redder, "I...I just got two stitches at random..."

   Lan Xianxian on the side couldn't help it, she covered her mouth and laughed.

   "Second Young Master was often forced by Mrs. Bo to learn embroidery when he was a child. At that time, he was with a few of us girls, and Mrs. Bo took over to study when he had nothing to do..."

   "Damn it, Lan Xianxian, hurry up and shut up for me!"

  The sense of the picture is too strong, Shen Fanxing couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing.

   "Bo Jingxing, your life experience is really rich."

  “…”

  The corner of Bo Jingxing's mouth twitched, thinking of the fact that he couldn't erase in the past, he couldn't help but closed his eyes in despair.

  God's **** life experience.

   There was the sound of the engine of the car outside the villa door, and it didn't take long for Bo Jingchuan's tall and tall figure to walk in, his eyes swept over several people in the living room, and finally settled on Shen Fanxing.

   And Shen Fanxing is sitting with Lan Xianxian at the moment, holding Lan Xianxian's hand in his hand, turning it back and forth twice.

   "Do you embroiderers pay special attention to maintaining your hands?"

   Lan Xianxian nodded, "Yeah, the embroidery thread is very thin and soft. If you don't take good care of your hands, it will tangle."

  Shen Fanxing nodded unexpectedly, raised Lan Xianxian's hand to shine at the light, and sighed:

   "The fingers are like onion roots, white and tender, blue and slender, um... slender, red and crisp hands, full of spring-colored palace walls and willows..."

   "Pfft..."

   Bo Jingxing, who was drinking hangover tea, suddenly sprayed the tea out of his mouth.

  Shen Fanxing glanced at him sideways.

   "Sister-in-law...sister-in-law, you must always remember that you are a real woman, don't always say such ambiguous and sultry things to girls, okay?"

   Shen Fanxing frowned, "If I say something, it will be sultry?"

  Bo Jingxing glanced at Lan Xianxian, who was blushing at the moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

   Unconscious flirting is more scary, okay? !

   It was just this moment when he turned his head, Bo Jingxing suddenly felt a terrifying aura of brutal murder coming from the wind of hell.

   His body froze suddenly, and he turned his head again. Sure enough, he saw the man at the entrance who seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of black mist walking in slowly...

   (end of this chapter)