Chapter 683 Find President Shen

When the phone rang, Bao 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 phone, and glanced at the screen. It was an unfamiliar number.

With a swipe of his long finger, he put his hand to his ear calmly!

"Um."

"Mr. Shen... um... Who is yours?"

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

"What's the matter?"

Bao Jingchuan didn't 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?" Bao Jingchuan frowned, and asked patiently, with a deep coldness already in his tone.

"Uh... this is Mr. Bo, today..."

Xiao Mingjie talked about Gu Zeyan's release of pigeons on the filming team today, as well as the relationship between Gu Zeyan and Shen Qianrou, and finally talked about the things on Weibo, and finally said:

"Mr. Shen's mobile phone has a photo of Gu Zeyan in the coffee shop at that time. I want to come over."

"Um."

After Bao Jingchuan listened, he just responded lightly and hung up the phone.

Before Xiao Mingjie could respond, the phone rang and the photo was sent as a text message.

After sending the photos, Bao Jingchuan put the phone back to its original place, then picked up the half-processed files of Shen Fanxing to look at them, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

When Shen Fanxing woke up, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.

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

Glancing at his watch, he was surprised that he actually slept until three o'clock.

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

He simply went barefoot to ask Bao Jingchuan.

The resting door was pulled open, "Bao Jingchuan, my shoes..."

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

In front of Bao Jingchuan's desk, there were five or six men in suits and leather shoes standing. They were of different ages, but the average age was relatively high.

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

Shen Fanxing still had short hair, her loose shirt was a little wrinkled, and the neckline was open with two buttons. Facing the silence and embarrassment at the moment, the crooked neckline slid down from her right shoulder.

The white shirt on Shen Fanxing's upper body was still Bao Jingchuan's, and there was still a vacuum inside. The corset in the dressing room had been ripped off by Bao Jingchuan and thrown away. Although the poor quality of the shirt would not let her chest go bare, it was exposed With smooth shoulders and a slanted shirt, I still can't help but fantasize about it.

Especially her messy body and the scattered red marks on her exposed skin. You don't need to think too much about what happened to her.

Several people were a little overwhelmed. They saw with their own eyes that their Buddhist abstinent chief executive actually knew how to play the trick of "Golden House Cangjiao", and this "Jiao" was actually a handsome and handsome man.

But Bao Jingchuan stood up abruptly at this moment, strode up to Shen Fanxing, and pulled up her collar.