Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 113 gives you this right

   "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 people outside the sky, maybe there are 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 allowed me to attend 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 there is another heir to the Bo family?"

  Shen Fanxing laughed.

   "Although you are low-key, your younger 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 every few days."

   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 fixed her face, his eyes dark.

   "Tell me?"

   "How dare you."

  Shen Fanxing waved his hands quickly, but there were smiles 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 brows were gentle, he straightened up, and let out a light cough.

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

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

   "Okay, listen to you."

  —

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 he finished speaking, his throat was itchy for a while, and he couldn't stop coughing lightly.

  Mother Zhang reluctantly shook her head.

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

   "Is he still 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 is a little unbelievable.

  Bo Jingchuan, what dress did you choose for her?

   Can he have a little more time?

   Not long after, the doorbell of the villa rang again.

   Several fashionable people walked in.

   "Which one is Miss Shen?"

The young man headed by    had dyed granny gray hair, wore an irregular slanted shirt, white tights, and two black studs on his ears were obvious.

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

   "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 nodded.

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

   Shen Fanxing was surprised.

  Davis? !

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

   How many stars dream of stylists…

   (end of this chapter)