Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! - Chapter 757

Chapter 757 Coveting Sister-in-law?

“This child is at least 20 years younger than your wife, right? Is her father too strong or her mother too noble to give birth?”

“Get lost!”

Yin Ruijue dodged Bo Jinhang’s attack. “Since you have a wife, why are you still staring at Sister-in-law?”

“I’m purely admiring and admiring him, okay?! Shut up. My brother is petty to begin with. If word gets to him, I’ll really be on guard! Besides, what did you say just now? You were the one who saved him…”

“F*ck! Shut up! If Brother Bo finds out, I’ll be killed.”

“Don’t worry, his meeting will take at least half an hour…”

“What are you talking about?” Before Bo Jinghang could finish speaking, a familiar cold voice sounded at the door.

The two of them looked at each other and froze at the same time. Then, they started coughing crazily.

“My… sister-in-law… sister-in-law is very mighty and domineering, suppressing that Sister Rou!”

Bo Jinghang glanced at the computer screen and finally found the perfect reason. Indeed, Bo Jinchuan’s attention was attracted by Shen Fanxing. He walked to the desk and placed the document aside before sitting on the chair.

“You didn’t turn on the comments?”

Bo Jinghang denied hurriedly, “No, definitely not. Sister-in-law is beautiful. We can’t let the comments block her.”

Bo Jinchuan smiled and continued to stare at the screen quietly.

Bo Jinghang and Yin Ruijue heaved a sigh of relief and continued watching silently.

In the past, they would have been chased out of the office. Now…

She felt that it was great to have a sister-in-law.

“So be it. I hope you won’t regret it!” Jiang Rongrong said angrily.

“The award ceremony is being broadcasted live worldwide. Why would there be a need for Numero?!”

Since they had fallen out, Jiang Rongrong naturally wouldn’t give him face.

At this point, Shen Fanxing suddenly smiled and said,

“If Miss Susan lacks news, why don’t I provide you with one?”

Susan raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Why don’t you tell me?”

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Shen Fanxing raised her chin at Shen Qianrou and said, “I suspect that she plagiarized my work!”

Shen Qianrou’s expression changed and panic flashed across her eyes.

There was an uproar.

“It’s really lively today!”

A clear voice sounded from behind. Shen Qianrou’s face flashed with relief.

She ran over hurriedly. “Master, you’re finally here!”

It was Feng Shuoguang. He was wearing a black suit and his hair was tied up neatly.

Shen Qianrou held Feng Shuoguang’s arm affectionately.

“Oh my god, it’s Feng.” A slightly older lady covered her mouth in surprise as she looked at the newcomer with a burning gaze. “It’s Feng Shuoguang! He’s a senior in the fragrance industry!” “What did Shen Qianrou call him just now? Master? My god, Shen Qianrou is Master Feng’s disciple?!”

Shen Fanxing’s eyes darkened. What happened today seemed to coincide with what happened six years ago.

If it wasn’t for Feng Shuoguang’s sudden appearance back then, she wouldn’t have been accused of plagiarism.

Because Feng Shuoguang had a prestigious status in the fragrance industry, everyone loved him. It was impossible for them to believe that his beloved disciple was the real plagiarist.

Without any concrete evidence, the matter of who was the plagiarist between her and Shen Qianrou ended with the appearance of Feng Shuoguang