Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

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The next day…

Shen Fanxing got dressed and went to the main residence.
As usual, she had her breakfast and took her medicine.

“Ms Shen, have you recovered from your cold?”

Shen Fanxing nodded and replied, “I’m better.”

Just as she finished speaking, she felt an itch in her throat and she coughed uncontrollably.

Aunt Zhang shook her head resignedly.

“Young people like you are good at putting on a pretense.
I think you’re like Master.
Both of you have not recovered!”

“He hasn’t recovered from his illness?”

“Exactly! He fell sick at such a critical juncture.”

Shen Fanxing was at a loss for words.

At this moment, the doorbell rang and Yu Song marched through the door.

“Ms Shen, this is the gown that Master has specially chosen for you to wear tonight.”

When Yu Song said that, he emphasized the word “specially”.

“What?”

Shen Fanxing couldn’t believe it.

Bo Jinchuan had chosen a gown for her?

How did he have the time?

Not long after that, the doorbell rang again.

A group of stylishly attired people walked in.

“Who’s Ms Shen?”

The young man leading the group had dyed his hair smoky gray.
He wore a shirt with irregular hems and a pair of tight white pants.
The two black studs he wore were sparkling.

He looked like a man who was loud, wild and fashionable.
But he seemed to have lessened those traits considerably.

“I am.
And you are?”

Shen Fanxing stood up.

This was after all, Bo Jinchuan’s private manor.
Why would these people come here to look for her?

The man nodded at her.

“Hello, I’m your stylist for tonight.
My name is Davis.”

Shen Fanxing was shocked.

Davis?

Even though they don’t work in the same industry, she was familiar with this name.

He was the dream stylist for many celebrities…