Chapter 713: It Wasn't You, Could It Be Her?

The plane landed in Paris, arrived at Fontainebleau, and found the hotel booked in advance. Shen Fanxing simply took a bath, then lay down on the bed, too lazy to move.

Although the sun is just right outside now, it is the time when the French have just started a busy day.

In order to beat the jet lag, she didn't let herself sleep for too long. At noon, she got up again and went downstairs to find a restaurant for lunch.

I found a nearby restaurant that looked pretty good, found a seat by the window, ordered food in fluent French without hindrance, and sat there to wait for the meal.

Most French restaurants are decorated magnificently, with exquisite silver tableware, crystal cups, pictures of various artistic conceptions hanging on the walls, and beautiful vines arranged in the porch outside the house.

It is in line with the unique romance and elegance of the French.

After lunch, a dessert sat for a long time before the phone rang in her hand.

Seeing the caller ID, Shen Fanxing smiled and connected.

"Hey."

A steady and powerful voice came from the other side of the microphone, "Girl, I'm here."

Shen Fanxing stood up, "Okay, I'll pick you up."

After paying the money, Shen Fanxing walked out of the restaurant, but met a few people who almost haunted her life.

"Sister, what a coincidence..."

Shen Qianrou raised her eyebrows, Su Heng stood at the outermost side of the road, so naturally she couldn't see Shen Qianrou's arrogant face when she faced Shen Fanxing.

Shen Fanxing didn't speak, but focused on the middle-aged man next to Shen Qianrou.

"Oh, by the way, do you still remember my sister? My master, my grandma specially invited me to teach me how to mix incense. I remember that the master seemed to have been to our house back then. You should have met, right? "

Feng Shuoguang, a well-known master in the perfume industry, finally achieved success in the perfume competition at the age of 32. The works he made are noble and elegant, and are very popular and sought after by the upper class, gentlemen and ladies.

With the pursuit of these upper-class people, his reputation in the perfume industry has been enduring.

She has naturally come into contact with his works, and his strength must be extraordinary.

But his success...

I don't know whether the works he designed are the pursuit of his own preferences, or he is only successful for the sake of success.

Feng Shuoguang is well maintained, with an artist's self-proclaimed noble and elegant temperament, wearing a dark purple elegant gentleman's suit, looking at Shen Fanxing with a calm expression, showing no joy or anger, but obviously excluding Shen Fanxing from the list outside his social circle.

Shen Fanxing listened to Shen Qianrou's introduction, but didn't say anything, it was expected that Shen Qianrou would have something to say next.

Since Shen Qianrou wanted to hit her, she naturally didn't let go of any possibility.

Also being the granddaughter of the Shen family, Jiang Rongrong knew that she was most interested in making fragrances, but in the end she only hired a master for Shen Qianrou.

This is something that Shen Qianrou is complacent in front of her and also thinks that she can stab a knife in her heart.

Secondly...

Not long after, Shen Qianrou looked suddenly enlightened.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you not only met at home, master, do you still remember my sister? It was a domestic fashion competition six years ago, although there may be some unavoidable misunderstandings..."

In the middle of the conversation, I didn't continue to talk, but the goal has been achieved.

One of the necessary skills of the white lotus, meaning something, so far, the targeted words will never come out of their mouths.

Shen Fanxing remained calm on the surface, but sneered in his heart.

She glanced at Shen Qianrou sarcastically.

Although I really don't want to admit it, she may be the person who knows Shen Qianrou best in this world.

Every sentence, every word, every move, every look, she knows what her purpose is.

To sum it up with an insulting idiom that I don’t remember where I heard it——

You can tell what color shit she's pooping as soon as she pokes her ass.

After Shen Qianrou made such a clear point, Feng Shuoguang's plain and distant eyes were instantly stained with obvious disgust.

"I remember, she is the older sister who copied your Xiang Fang back then?"

"There may be some misunderstanding here..." Shen Qianrou explained.

"The facts are all there, what kind of misunderstanding."

"Master, maybe..."

"Okay, don't say it, even if she is your sister, I can't accept it! With me, I will never accept a person with a history of plagiarism. It is a shame for a lifetime."

The corners of Shen Qianrou's lips curled up, and she looked at Shen Fanxing with a provocative expression.

Su Heng, who was standing on the other side, felt a little displeased, "Teacher Feng, since Qianrou said there was some misunderstanding..."

"The facts are there. May I ask Master Feng, what facts are in front of you? Did anyone give you a 100% statement back then that I was a plagiarist?"

Shen Fanxing didn't give Su Heng a chance to speak. Su Heng glanced at her indifferently, pursed his lips, and said nothing for a while.

Feng Shuoguang frowned, and when he heard Shen Fanxing's flat and indifferent voice questioning him in an unhurried manner, he felt displeased and blurted out immediately.

"It's not that you plagiarized, could it be that Qianrou couldn't plagiarize?"

Shen Fanxing looked at him quietly, and then sneered for a long while.

"So your reasoning is that your beloved disciple Shen Qianrou cannot plagiarize, so I became the natural plagiarist of 'either she or me'? Master Feng's logic is really admirable!"

Feng Shuoguang was also embarrassed for a while. Even he himself felt that this statement was a bit far-fetched.

However, after a while, he said again:

"Since you didn't plagiarize, why didn't you refute it back then? Now in front of me, what do you want to prove?"

Shen Fanxing's eyes were cold, "Because I never thought that I would suddenly become a plagiarist. I couldn't respond to the sudden situation back then. The appearance of you, a master, made me even more powerless. I admit that I It's really stupid."

Feng Shuoguang was taken aback by the cold and powerful aura on Shen Fanxing's body. It's unbelievable that a woman can have such an aura.

Although he didn't have a deep impression, he still vaguely remembered that young girl back then, standing there alone, her face as pale as paper, but she tried her best to refute herself.

It's a world of difference.

Shen Fanxing's cold eyes swept across Shen Qianrou's face, and finally looked straight into Feng Shuoguang's eyes proudly, and continued in a cold voice:

"But now I won't! Since you trust Shen Qianrou so much, then continue to trust. I'm not justifying you, and you have no right to accept me! The person who needs to explain is never me! And you alone The acceptance of it also means nothing to me."

Feng Shuoguang was completely overwhelmed by Shen Fanxing's arrogant tone, the arrogance and self-confidence in every word, and the contempt and irony towards him everywhere.