Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

"This child is less than twenty years younger than your wife, right? Is his father too strong, or her mother is too great, so he can still have children?"

"roll!"

Yin Ruijue dodged Bao Jingxing's attack, "Since you have a wife, why are you still staring at your sister-in-law so fascinated?"

"I'm purely watching and adoring, okay?! Shut up, my brother is narrow-minded. If it gets to his ears, I'll really be on first-level alert! Besides what you just said, You obviously saved people..."

"Fuck! Shut up! If Brother Bo finds out, I'll be fucked to death."

"Don't worry, it will take at least half an hour for him to hold a meeting..."

"what are you guys saying?"

Before Bao Jingxing could finish his words, a familiar and cold voice sounded at the door.

The two looked at each other, then froze at the same time, and then both coughed crazily.

"My...sister-in-law...sister-in-law is very powerful and domineering, overwhelming that little sister Rou!"

Bao Jingxing glanced at the computer screen inadvertently, and finally found a perfect reason.

Sure enough, Shen Fanxing's attention was instantly attracted by Bao Jingchuan. He walked to the desk, put the documents in his hand aside, and sat down on the chair.

"No barrage?"

Bao Jingxing quickly denied, "No, absolutely not. Sister-in-law's beauty is so beautiful, she must not be blocked by bullet screens."

Bao Jingchuan curled his lips slightly, and continued to look at the screen quietly with his eyes raised.

Both Bo Jingxing and Yin Ruijue breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to watch silently.

If they were put in the past, they would have been kicked out of the office long ago, but now...

I just think it's nice to have a sister-in-law. -

"If you don't go, you won't go, I hope you don't regret it!" Jiang Rongrong said angrily in a low voice.

"The award ceremony is broadcast live globally, what more Numero is needed?!"

Now that she tore her face, Jiang Rongrong naturally didn't give the other party any face.

Now that the matter has come to an end, Shen Fanxing suddenly smiled and said:

"If Miss Susan is short of news, I might as well provide you with one."

Susan raised her eyebrows, "Oh? Let's talk about it."

Shen Fanxing raised his chin towards Shen Qianrou, "I suspect she plagiarized my work!"

Shen Qianrou's complexion suddenly changed, and panic flashed in her eyes.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Today is really lively!"

A clear voice suddenly sounded from behind at this moment, and a deep sense of gratitude slid across Shen Qianrou's face.

Hastily ran over, "Master, you have come!"

The person who came was Feng Shuoguang, dressed in a calm black suit, and his hair tied back was shiny black.

Shen Qianrou took Feng Shuoguang's arm affectionately.

"Oh my god, it's Feng." A slightly older lady covered her mouth in surprise and looked at the visitor with burning eyes.

"It's Feng Shuoguang! This is a senior in the fragrance industry!"

"What did Shen Qianrou call him just now? Master? My-god, Shen Qianrou is actually Master Feng's apprentice?!"

Shen Fanxing's eyes darkened. Today's scene seemed to completely overlap with that of six years ago.

If it hadn't been for Feng Shuoguang's sudden appearance back then, she wouldn't have been accused of plagiarism, and she wouldn't even have a chance to refute.

Because Feng Shuoguang has a highly respected position in the fragrance industry, everyone loves his house and hates it. It is impossible to believe that his lover is actually the real plagiarist.

Without any definite evidence at all, the matter of who is the plagiarist between her and Shen Qianrou ended with the appearance of Feng Shuoguang.