Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Su Heng glanced at Lin Feifei coldly before shifting his gaze to the door.

“Alright, alright. The Su Corporation doesn’t have any direct conflict with them. Qianrou’s award ceremony will be held in a few days. After that, we’ll develop on our own and not meet each other. Times have changed. At that time, the Su Corporation will be beyond their reach.”

Yang Liwei had put all her hopes on Shen Qianrou.

Upon hearing this, the few people present felt that this was the case and quickly agreed.

“That’s why Qianrou is indeed a lucky star.”

Jiang Rongrong’s expression improved slightly, but there was still a fog in her heart.

Shen Qianrou smiled and walked to Su Heng to hold his arm.

Su Heng’s eyes flashed and he retracted his gaze. He turned to look at Shen Qianrou, who was smiling at him. A gentle smile gradually appeared on his handsome face.

When the group of people escorted Shen Qianrou into the living room, her phone rang.

“Oh, whose call is this?”

Because the ringtone these days was almost always default, everyone was familiar with it. Hence, they dispersed to look for their phones.

“It’s mine.”

Shen Qianrou said gently as her phone rang.

“It’s already past nine. Which admirer is it? Tell him to give up…”

Shen Qianrou smiled and gestured for her to keep quiet. “It’s an overseas call.”

“Aiyo… Did the organizers give us some news?” Shen Qianrou nodded and said, “I think so.”

With that, she answered the call.

Shen Fanxing put away her phone and there was a hint of doubt in her eyes. After a while, she heaved a sigh of relief.

“There’s news from the organizers?”

Bo Jinchuan sat there calmly, his long legs crossed elegantly. He held a black tablet in his hand and seemed to be engrossed in something. He didn’t even look up as he spoke.

“Yes. The award ceremony has been confirmed to be held in Fontainebleau Castle. The level has increased a lot, and the entrance method is special.”

Shen Fanxing thought about it and felt that there seemed to be many accidents this year.

“Huh? How is it special?”

“You can only take off your coat and give out your mask after entering the venue. It should be similar to a masked ball. It feels quite mysterious.” Shen Fanxing recalled that Princess Matilda had told her in Provence that she would be given a special award ceremony. Could it be that she had arranged this masked ball?

Upon hearing this, Bo Jinchuan narrowed his eyes and pondered for two seconds. Then, his lips curled into a faint smile. “Not bad, it suits you.’

“What?”

“It suits your style in the scent-making world.” Shen Fanxing frowned in confusion.

What was her style in the scent-making world?

Shen Fanxing was even more confused. After a few seconds of silence, Bo Jinchuan suddenly asked, “What’s the theme of your work this time?” “Hmm… A newborn. A firebird.”

“Yeah. ”

After that, there was a long silence.

Shen Fanxing blinked and wondered what he meant.

“Why are you asking this?”

Bo Jinchuan held a stylus between his well-defined fingers. His fingers slid across the tablet occasionally.

“The work is stunning. I naturally have to be more outstanding than this work.”

Hearing Bo Jinchuan’s words, Shen Fanxing inched closer to him and glanced at the tablet in his hand.

What appeared on the interface was a half-transformed painting.

From the outline, it was obviously a long dress.

Shock flashed across Shen Fanxing’s eyes as she looked up at Bo Jinchuan in disbelief.

“You… aren’t going to dress me up, are you?”

Shen Fanxing stared at him intently. The dim light in the car made the light from the tablet exceptionally bright. It reflected on his well-defined face. Even the light was dazzling.

Then, she saw him raise an eyebrow before turning around.

The faint light outlined his deep and perfect contours, his high nose bridge, and his thin and sharp lips. In an instant, they appeared in front of her.

Even though she was already used to this face, she was still shocked by it.

She fell into a trance and blinked twice. Then, she blushed at the faint smile on his face.

“Why? You don’t trust me?”

Shen Fanxing shook her head. She trusted him too much.

Once it was something he wanted to do, it would be the best, right?

“I just didn’t expect you to know how to design such… costumes.”

Bo Jinchuan smiled and said nothing.

Yu Song, who had been driving, replied with a smile, “Miss Fanxing, even I don’t know what Master doesn’t know.”

“I think so too.” Shen Fanxing nodded. She was right.

Bo Jinchuan smiled and raised an eyebrow at Yu Song before continuing with his work.

Shen Fanxing shifted her gaze to the tablet in Bo Jinchuan’s hand. As it was only the outline of a dress, there were no details and it was only a sketch. It was impossible to tell what it looked like.

In short… she was looking forward to it.

She bit her lips lightly as she stared at Bo Jinchuan.

His gaze was too intense. Bo Jinchuan paused and turned to look at her before putting the tablet away.

“Huh? Why aren’t you drawing anymore?”

Bo Jinchuan smiled and glanced out of the window.

“We’re home.”

Shen Fanxing looked up and saw the familiar scenery outside. They had entered the district.

“We’re here.” Shen Fanxing sounded disappointed.

Bo Jinchuan turned to look at her warmly. “Why don’t… you sleep in the car for another night?”

With that, Shen Fanxing blushed and got out of the car.

Bo Jinchuan chuckled. After Yu Song opened the door, he got out of the car. ‘When will the gown be ready?” Shen Fanxing asked as they walked into the lift.

“Don’t have such high hopes.” Bo Jinchuan chuckled.

“Why?”

“Because maybe… I won’t make it in time for your award ceremony.”

Shen Fanxing frowned and asked, “Then why are you still making it?” After some thought, she said, “If you can’t do it, I won’t attend the award ceremony?”

It was obvious that she was throwing a tantrum.

There was a hint of stubbornness on her fair face and her eyes were soft. There was a coquettishness and charm that couldn’t be seen from the outside..