Chapter 715

When the phone rang, Bo Jingchuan sat behind his desk and looked up at the direction of the coffee table. Then he stood up, went to the sofa, picked up Shen Fanxing's mobile phone, scanned the screen and found a strange number.

As soon as the long finger slipped, he pasted his hand to his ear calmly!

"Well."

"Mr. Shen Well Who is calling, please

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

"What's the matter?"

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

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

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

"Well Well, Mr. Bo, today... "

Xiao Mingjie talked about Gu Zeyan's stand up for the shooting team today, and the relationship between Gu Zeyan and Shen qianrou. Finally, he talked about the things on Weibo again, and finally said:

"there are photos of Gu Zeyan in the coffee shop at that time on President Shen's mobile phone, I want to come over."

"Well."

After hearing this, Bo answered faintly and hung up.

When Xiao Mingjie didn't respond, the phone rang and the photos were sent in the form of SMS.

After sending the photos, Bo Jingchuan put the mobile phone back to the original place, then picked up the half processed documents by Shen Fanxing, looked at them and gently picked up his eyebrows.

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

For the furnishings of the room in front of her, Shen Fanxing just slightly Leng for a while, then quickly reflected where she was now.

Glancing at his watch, he was surprised to find that he had slept until more than three o'clock.

Thinking of the documents that he has not yet processed, Shen Fanxing bit his lip in some chagrin and got out of bed. After looking around the bed, he didn't find his shoes.

Simply ask Bo Jingchuan barefoot.

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

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

In front of Bo Jingchuan's desk, there are five or six men in suits and shoes. They are of different ages, but the average age is relatively high.

At the moment, several people were staring at her, confused, confused, shocked, embarrassed, and a few silk disapproval and disdain.

Shen Fanxing still has short hair, her loose shirt is wrinkled, and her collar is open with two buttons. Facing the quiet and awkward atmosphere, her crooked collar slips and slides down her right shoulder.

Shen Fanxing's white shirt is still Bo Jingchuan's, and there is still a vacuum inside. Before, the corset in the dressing room had been torn down by Bo Jingchuan for a long time, and she didn't know where it was thrown. Although the quality of the shirt didn't make her chest go out of the way, the smooth shoulders exposed and the shirt straddled obliquely, still couldn't help imagining.

Especially the disorder of her body and the scattered red marks on her skin, you don't have to think much to know what happened to her.

Several people can't react. They saw with their own eyes that the chief executive of Buddhist asceticism can really play the trick of hiding the charming in the golden house. Moreover, this "Jiao" is a pretty and handsome man.

But Bo Jingchuan stands up and strides to Shen Fanxing and pulls her collar up.