Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!-Chapter 762 - Help

She was brought to a room by a gentleman in a tuxedo. The mask she received was a white veil.

Surprised, the gentleman in the tuxedo said respectfully, “Princess Matilda specially prepared this for

you.”

Shen Fanxing took it and said in French, “Thank you.”

After that, the gentleman in the tuxedo left the room.

She took off her coat and touched up her makeup. Her black hair was scattered because she had tied it into a simple bun when she came in. Now that it was loose, her hair was naturally curled. She rummaged through the dressing table and found a red hairpin. She then tied her hair back with a hairpin and put on the white veil that Princess Matilda had given her.

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The white veil covered the face under her eyes. The faint fragrance it emitted made her smile. Her bright eyes glanced at the mirror before she turned and left the room.

She lifted her skirt and went downstairs. The lights in the palace had already lit up.

Shen Qianrou was wearing a champagne-colored silk gown. The gown was embroidered with red rose petals and there were roses scattered around her waist. f𝚛e𝗲𝔀e𝚋𝑛o𝘃𝒆𝗹.c𝗼𝒎

Her long dress reached the ground and her feet couldn’t be seen. The mask on her face was also decorated with rose petals, making her look like an elegant and beautiful flower fairy.

Beside her was Annali, who was wearing a yellow V-neck gown. Her face was covered by a leaf mask that was the same color as her gown. It covered most of her face from left to right, leaving only her right eye.

Green leaves with red flowers.

This combination…

It looked extremely funny.

No wonder Shen Fanxing could recognize Shen Qianrou at a glance. She was too ostentatious. A gown worth millions of euros was naturally the most eye-catching.

Moreover, Shen Qianrou’s aura was something that she hated to the core.

Even if she had turned into ashes, Shen Fanxing could recognize her. Her gaze lingered on Shen Qianrou for a few seconds before she retracted it calmly.

At this moment, everyone noticed Shen Fanxing coming down the stairs.

Almost everyone’s gaze shifted from Shen Qianrou to Shen Fanxing.

Shen Qianrou frowned and turned to look at everyone.

Shen Fanxing was wearing a pure white dress with a V-neck design, revealing her fair and exquisite collarbones. There were crystal tassels hanging down her shoulders and they swayed gently as she walked, reflecting beautiful colors under the light.

Her back was straight, and her shoulders were straight and well-defined, highlighting her intellectual and strong side.

However, below her high waist was a white ice tulle dress that made her look especially beautiful when she walked.

This gown was strong and gentle.

The two fused perfectly without any conflict.

This was a design that no one had seen before.

It could only be said that the person who designed this gown was simply too daring to display two extremes that were completely different in all aspects.

However, such a gown was perfect on a woman. If one didn’t have a good understanding of women, no top fashion designer in the world would try such a dangerous gown.

Because there was almost no one who could control it.

Such a unique existence made everyone’s hearts ache with desire.

However, it could only make everyone extremely envious and unable to truly possess

it

In this world, only this woman had the right to have it.

It could be coveted, but it could never be snatched away! Bo Jinchuan was using this method to prove his dominance. He wanted to prove that in this world, only Shen Fanxing was qualified to be by his side.

Under everyone’s gaze, Shen Fanxing walked down the stairs slowly.

The white veil covered her face, but her clear eyes were still so beautiful that people couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Shen Fanxing walked past Shen Qianrou and their eyes met. Shen Qianrou felt a chill run down her spine.

She suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. However, when she wanted to take another look, the woman in white had already walked past her, leaving only the fluttering of her skirt.

[I didn’t save enough drafts! I’ve been locking my computer to write! It’s not easy to save drafts, please forgive me.)