Chapter 709 Don't Have Too Much Hope

Su Heng glanced at Lin Feifei coldly, and finally turned his gaze to the gate with a grim expression.

"Oh, okay, okay, the Su family doesn't have any direct conflict with them. After talking about Qianrou's award ceremony in a few days, they will develop independently after that, and just don't meet each other. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, when Su Shi is also something they can't afford."

Yang Liwei came out to smooth things over at this time, but still put all her expectations on Shen Qianrou.

Upon hearing this, several people present also felt that this was the case, and quickly echoed it.

"So, Qianrou is indeed a lucky star."

Jiang Rongrong's complexion improved slightly, but there was still a cloud of fog in her heart that she couldn't get rid of.

Shen Qianrou smiled slightly, walked up to Su Heng and took his arm.

Su Heng's eyes flickered, he looked away, and turned his head to look at Shen Qianrou who was smiling at him, a gentle smile gradually appeared on Junyi's face.

When a group of people surrounded Shen Qianrou and approached the living room, the cell phone rang in the living room.

"Yo, whose phone is this?"

Because the current mobile phone ringtones are almost all default ringtones, and they all sound familiar, so they scattered to find their own mobile phones.

"its mine."

Shen Qianrou said softly, the white mobile phone in her hand was ringing.

"It's past nine o'clock, which admirer is it? Tell him, let him die..."

A joke-loving elder teased her, Shen Qianrou put her finger to her mouth with a smile and made a silent gesture, "It's an overseas call."

"Hey... Did the competition give some news?"

Shen Qianrou nodded, "It should be."

When the words fell, she answered the phone. -

Shen Fanxing put away the phone, there was a hint of doubt in his star eyes, but it dissipated for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"A message from the competition organizer?"

Bao Jingchuan sat there indifferently, with a pair of straight and slender legs wrapped in suit pants gracefully overlapping each other, holding a black tablet in his hand, with a look of concentration, he didn't know what he was studying, and he didn't even lift his head while talking .

"Well. The award ceremony is confirmed to be held at the Castle of Fontainebleau, the level has been improved a lot, and there is also a very special way of admission."

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

"Huh? How special?"

"After entering the arena, you have to be reminded before you can take off your coat and give out masks. It should be similar to a masked ball. It feels quite mysterious." Shen Fanxing remembered that Princess Matilda told him when she was in Provence that she would give her one. A special awards ceremony, could it be that she arranged this banquet similar to a masked ball?

Hearing this, Bao Jingchuan closed his dark eyes, thought deeply for two seconds, and then the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Not bad, it suits you."

"what?"

"Suitable for your style of doing things in the perfumery world."

Shen Fanxing frowned, a little confused.

What is her style in the perfumery industry?

Shen Fanxing was even more confused. There was a few seconds of silence in the carriage, and Bao Jingchuan suddenly said, "What is the theme of your work this time?"

"Hmm... newborn. Firebird."

"Um."

...

A long silence followed.

Shen Fanxing blinked, what does "um" mean.

"What are you asking this for?"

Bao Jingchuan held a stylus between his bony fingers, sliding and clicking on the tablet from time to time.

"The work is astounding to the world, and I am naturally more outstanding than this work."

Listening to what Bao Jingchuan said, Shen Fanxing moved towards him, and glanced at the tablet in his hand.

However, what was displayed on the interface was actually a half-painted painting by himself.

Looking at the outline, it is obviously a long skirt.

Surprise flashed in Shen Fanxing's eyes, and he looked up at Bao Jingchuan in disbelief.

"You... you are not going to wear a dress for me, are you?"

Shen Fanxing stared at him closely. The yellow light in the car was very dark, but the light from the tablet computer was extraordinarily bright, reflecting on his sharp-edged face, even this little bit of light was so dazzling eye-catching.

Afterwards, she saw with her own eyes that one side of his delicate eyebrows suddenly raised slightly, and then turned around.

The faint light outlines the deep and perfect contour curve, the tall nose bridge, and the thin and sharp lip line, which are instantly presented in front of her eyes at close range.

Although he should have gotten used to this face a long time ago, he was still hit hard now.

She was in a daze for a moment, blinked her eyes twice, and then blushed slightly because of the faint and warm smile on his face.

"Why, don't you believe me?"

Shen Fanxing shook her head, she just believed in him too much.

Once it's something he wants to do, it must be the best, right?

"I just can't think of it, can you even know this kind of... costume design?"

Bao Jingchuan smiled, but said nothing.

Yu Song, who had been driving in front, answered with a smile, "Let's not talk about you, Miss Fanxing, even I, who have been with Mr. for so many years, don't know what Mr. doesn't know."

"That's right, I think so too." Shen Fanxing nodded, and she was right as she thought.

Bao Jingchuan smiled lightly and raised his eyebrows to look at Yu Song, then lowered his eyes and continued with his movements.

Shen Fanxing turned his attention to the tablet in Bao Jingchuan's hand again, because it was just the outline of a skirt without any details, and it was just a sketch, so now he couldn't see what it looked like at all.

In short... I am looking forward to it.

She bit her lip lightly, watching Bao Jingchuan's stroke by stroke without blinking.

The gaze was too intense, Bao Jingchuan stopped the pen in his hand, glanced sideways at her, and then put away the tablet.

"Huh? Why don't you draw anymore?"

Bao Jingchuan curled his lips slightly, and glanced out of the car window.

"Got home."

Shen Fanxing raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the familiar scenery outside the car window. He had already entered the community.

"It's here." Shen Fanxing's tone and expression were full of disappointment.

Bao Jingchuan turned his head and looked at her tenderly, "Otherwise... sleep in the car for another night?"

In one sentence, the word "again" made Shen Fanxing's face turn red, and he opened the door and got out of the car.

Bao Jingchuan chuckled, and after Yu Song opened the door, he also got out of the car sideways.

"When will the dress be ready?" The two walked into the elevator side by side, and Shen Fanxing still couldn't forget it.

"Don't have such high expectations." Bao Jingchuan chuckled.

"why?"

"Because maybe...it won't be ready in time for your award show."

Shen Fanxing frowned, "Then why are you still doing it?" After thinking for a while, she said again: "If you can't do it, then I won't participate in the awards ceremony?"

That appearance is obviously completely reckless.

There is a bit of stubbornness on the pink and white face, soft brows, and a coquettishness and charm that cannot be seen outside.