Chapter 683： Find Mr. Shen

Chapter 683 Find Mr. Shen

When the phone rang, Bo Jingchuan sat behind the desk, looked up at the direction of the coffee table, then stood up, walked to the sofa, picked up Shen Fanxing's mobile phone, glanced at the screen, an unfamiliar number.

Slipped his long finger and put his hand to his ear with a calm expression!

"Um."

"Mr. Shen... er... who are you?"

Xiao Mingjie originally wanted to go straight to the subject, but later realized that the voice of Shen Fanxing was not on the phone.

"What's the matter?"

Bo Jingchuan did not answer him directly, but what happened today was enough for Xiao Mingjie to guess who it was.

"Mr. Bo, that... I'm looking for Mr. Shen..."

"What's the matter?" Bo Jingchuan frowned and asked patiently, with a deep coldness in his tone.

"Uh...that's Mr. Bo, today..."

Xiao Mingjie talked about Gu Zeyan's release of pigeons in the filming group today, as well as the relationship between Gu Zeyan and Shen Qianrou, and finally explained the matter on Weibo again, and finally said:

"Mr. Shen's phone has pictures of Gu Zeyan in the cafe at that time. I want to come over."

"Um."

Bo Jingchuan listened, he just answered lightly and hung up the phone.

When Xiao Mingjie didn't respond, the phone rang and the photo was sent in the form of a text message.

After posting the photo, Bo Jingchuan put the phone back to the original place, then picked up the half-processed file by Shen Fanxing and looked at it, raising his eyebrows lightly.

When Shen Fanxing woke up, it was already two thirty in the afternoon.

Shen Fanxing was only slightly stunned by the decoration of the room in front of her, and then quickly realized where she was now.

glanced at his watch and was surprised that he slept until after three o'clock.

Thinking of the documents he hadn't yet processed, Shen Fanxing bit his lip in annoyance, got out of bed quickly, looked around the bed, but didn't find his shoes.

simply went barefoot to ask Bo Jingchuan.

The door of the rest was directly opened, "Bo Jingchuan, my shoes..."

Her head was raised, her eyelids lifted, and Shen Fanxing's voice was immediately stuck in the air.

In front of Bo Jingchuan's desk, there were five or six men in suits and leather shoes. The age was uneven, but the average age was relatively high.

At this moment, several people are staring at her with different expressions, dazed, puzzled, shocked, embarrassed, and a little bit of disapproval and contempt.

Shen Fanxing still has short hair, and the loose shirt on her body is somewhat wrinkled, with two buttons open at the neckline. Facing the quiet and awkward atmosphere at the moment, the slanted neckline slipped and slipped down from her right shoulder.

The white shirt on Shen Fanxing's upper body is still Bo Jingchuan's, and there is still a vacuum inside. The corset in the dressing room has long since been torn off by Bo Jingchuan and thrown where it was thrown. Although the quality of the shirt will not make her chest bare, it is exposed. Smoothing the shoulders and straddling the shirt diagonally, I still couldn't help but fantasize.

Especially the messy body of her body and the scattered red marks on her exposed skin, you don't need to think too much to know what she has experienced on her body.

A few people couldn't react. They saw with their own eyes that their Buddhist ascetic executive actually really played the trick of hiding Jiao in a golden house, and this "Jiao" was actually a handsome and handsome man.

On the other hand, Bo Jingchuan stood up suddenly, strode up to Shen Fanxing, and pulled up her collar.

(end of this chapter)