Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

"There are many powerful and powerful families in Pingcheng, but this manor is not something they can afford to own. I'm afraid there is no second possibility except for the powerful Bo clan consortium."

Bo Jingchuan slightly raised his lips.

"There are people outside the world, there are days outside the sky, there may be more people richer than the Bo family, but they are low-key."

Shen Fanxing nodded, noncommittal.

"However, your surname is Bo, and for Friday's banquet, you easily agreed to attend me without giving me an invitation letter."

Shen Fanxing looked at him with a slight smile, "The person with the surname Bo who has this ability and such a large manor should be the one from the Bo family's consortium, right?"

"Then do you know that the Bo family has another heir?"

Shen Fanxing laughed.

"Although you are low-key, your brother Bo Jingxing is not low-key. Although he is not in Pingcheng now, I think most people are familiar with him who dominates the headlines of entertainment gossip."

Mentioning this younger brother, Bo Jingchuan couldn't help but reached out and nodded his eyebrows.

Thinking about it is a headache, it is better to ignore it.

"When did you know?"

"Just now. I was skeptical before, but now I'm sure."

Bo Jingchuan lowered his eyes and stared at her face with deep eyes.

"Tell me?"

"How dare you."

Shen Fanxing waved his hand quickly, but there was a smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

Bo Jingchuan slowly pulled Shen Fanxing closer to him, "What's wrong? I'll give you this right."

Shen Fanxing gently pulled his lips, "The temptation is too great."

Bo Jingchuan's eyes were gentle, he straightened up, and let out a light cough.

Shen Fanxing looked at the ripples blown by the wind on the lake, and the wind by the lake brought some moisture and coolness.

"Let's go back, you really need a good rest."

"Okay, listen to you."

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the next day.

Shen Fanxing dressed neatly and came to the main house, had breakfast and drank medicine as usual.

"Is Miss Shen feeling better from the cold?"

Shen Fanxing nodded, "Better."

But as soon as the voice fell, his throat was itchy for a while, and he couldn't stop coughing.

Mother Zhang shook her head helplessly.

"You young people will be brave. I think you are just like Mr. You are not good at all!"

"Is he ill?"

"No, I just got sick at such a critical time."

"..." Shen Fanxing didn't know what to say.

At this time, the doorbell of the villa rang, and the servant opened the door, and it was Yu Song.

"Miss Shen, this is the evening dress that Mr. specially chose for you to wear tonight."

When Yu Song said it, he deliberately emphasized the word "specially".

"what?"

Shen Fanxing was a little unbelievable.

Bo Jingchuan, what dress did you choose for her?

Can he have any more time?

Before long, the doorbell of the villa rang again.

Several fashionable people walked in.

"Which one is Miss Shen?"

The young man at the head had dyed grandmother gray hair, wore an irregular slanted shirt, white tights, and two black studs on his ears were obvious.

It seems that he should be a trendy person with a bohemian personality, but his attitude seems to be a lot restrained at this moment.

"I am, may I ask you who are?"

Shen Fanxing stood up.

After all, this is Bo Jingchuan's absolutely private territory. Today, these people are looking for her?

The man nods.

"Hi, I'm your stylist for tonight, Davis."

Shen Fanxing was surprised.

Davis? !

Although their fields are different, she is still very familiar with this name.

How many stars dream of stylists...