Super son-in-law of female CEO

Hearing this, Jiang Chen didn't have the mood to smoke, so he changed into a tracksuit and rushed over.

"Paris fashion show." After 10 minutes, Jiang Chen parked the car there, and then began to look for the location of the Paris fashion show.

Suddenly, a person jumped out from behind.

"Brother-in-law." It was Han Qiuran who saw her standing beside Jiang Chen smiling.

"Why, I have business to do. Where is the Paris fashion show? Your sister is in trouble." Jiang Chen said hastily.

"Paris Fashion Show, it's over there." Suddenly Han Jiangxue's voice appeared behind Jiang Chen.

Turning his head to look, he found that Han Qiuran was holding a small object by his mouth, and that was where the sound came from.

"You made the call?" Jiang Chen immediately understood.

"That's right, what's up, this voice changer isn't bad, it can even fool you." Han Qiu lost his expression with joy.

Jiang Chen sighed, he was really convinced, even Han Qiuran if he refused to accept it.

"Okay, brother-in-law, this is to repay you for giving me pocket money, and you are really serious, let my sister accompany Sister Ping here, I don't know that there are many perverts in the Paris fashion show, and there are many sneak shots , are you so confident and bold?" Han Qiuran said.

"Then I have to thank you?" Jiang Chen bought a bottle of water and filled it up.

"Of course, let's go, I'll take you to enjoy a different kind of scenery." Han Qiuran took Jiang Chen's hand and rushed directly to the Paris fashion show.

There are security guards at the gate, and you cannot enter without an invitation card.

I don't know where Han Qiuran got this kind of thing, it wavered in Jiang Chen's eyes, and then handed it over directly.

"Please come in." The two security guards said respectfully.

"It's quite formal." Han Qiuran muttered.

It was Jiang Chen's first visit to this kind of place, but he saw that the security inside was really good. Almost every makeup artist and even the stairwell had security guards.

All the way to the catwalk lobby, Jiang Chen was able to sit for a while.

"What, it's far worse than the real Paris fashion show, it's not at the same level at all." Han Qiuran said with a curled lip.

"It's not bad, after all, Jiang Chen can't compare to a place like the Devil's City. It's already very good to have this kind of place, so let's develop slowly." Jiang Chen said.

"That's right." Han Qiuran responded, and then played with his mobile phone over there.

The runway was endless, it was 20 meters long, and the two sides were already full of photographers, fiddling with the tools for eating.

As for the audience, Jiang Chen could sum it up in four words, they were almost appalling, almost all of them were fat.

With a big head and a protruding neck, they are either wealthy or cooks. Obviously, these people are rich and wealthy.

With his toes, Jiang Chen knew what these people were here for. They didn't have any art in their eyes, but only lustful ideas.

While talking, the lights dimmed, but the catwalk above had already started.

I have to say that people nowadays are getting bolder, and all kinds of costumes are coming out.

What surprised Jiang Chen the most was that Han Jiangxue actually made a cameo appearance, but he saw her wearing a purple cheongsam, with her left hand on Chen Ping's right arm, and she walked out slowly.

It's clear that the two are playing a couple.

Not to mention, Chen Ping's men's outfit is really cool, and there is such a heroic look between her brows.

"Brother-in-law, what do you want to say?" Han Qiuran asked secretly.

"What can I say, yes, I'm a little jealous of Chen Ping." Jiang Chen said half-jokingly.

"That's right, Sister Chen Ping's men's clothes are still very good-looking, even more beautiful than women's clothes." Han Qiuran said.

While talking, suddenly, all the surrounding lights went dark, Han Qiuran next to him hugged Jiang Chen's arm tightly and said, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong?"

"It should be a power outage, don't worry." Jiang Chen comforted, and then quickly took out his phone.

Turning on the flashlight on his mobile phone, Jiang Chen immediately took a photo towards the runway.

Seeing that Han Jiangxue and Chen Ping were fine, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

After 3 minutes, the staff resolved the problem.

After the lights were turned on, the show continued, but within a few tens of seconds, a lot of security guards ran in outside, and surrounded everyone.

"What do you mean?" Someone next to him was unhappy, and asked the organizer next to him.

"Everyone, it's my fault for disturbing everyone's appreciation of art, but I can't help it. The sapphire necklace 'Heart of the Ocean' we rented was lost when the power went out just now. My people guarded all the entrances and exits. The thief The people who are here must still be here, please cooperate." The manager of the organizer said very politely.

"It's just a string of necklaces, I lost it." A rich man next to him stood up and said domineeringly.

"The heart of the ocean is from the hands of the famous jewelry sculptor Master Polly. The whole body is carved from the rarest deep-sea sapphire. It’s not sold, it’s just borrowed from a friend, that is, the boss of Paris Fashion, for display, can you come up with 5000 million US dollars?” At this time, a young man walked out of the backstage, and popularized the preciousness of the heart of the ocean to everyone.

"Zhuo Bufan?" Jiang Chen looked at the young man and felt that he was hallucinating that it was the Zhuo Bufan he saw on Tianling Mountain.

"Me." Hearing the figure of 5000 million U.S. dollars, the big money fell silent. He can still get out of a few million dollars, but 5000 million U.S. dollars, even ten of them are not worth that much money.

"Master." The manager hastily saluted Zhuo Bufan.

"Well, I'll take care of it, you go and call out all the models in the backstage." Zhuo Bufan said with a smile.

"Yes." Soon, the manager called out all the models inside, and they all stood there.

"Everyone, we have to find the Heart of the Ocean, so please cooperate with us and do a body search." Zhuo Bufan said very politely, and said some unpleasant words from him. It is easy for others to accept it when you say it out of your mouth.

"Yes." Obviously, everyone was convinced by him.

Soon, under Zhuo Bufan's arrangement, the search work was carried out in an orderly manner.

But after searching the entire clubhouse, there was no trace of Ren Haiyangxin.

Zhuo Bufan immediately turned his attention to the models next to him. At this moment, some people were unwilling immediately.

"Master Zhuo, could it be that we took it away?" A model in a swimsuit next to him suddenly asked.

"Jiaojiao, Mr. Zhuo didn't say that." Another model wearing a cheongsam persuaded her.

"It's not very obvious. If you want me to say, this matter is already obvious. We are all fashion models in Paris, and there are only two foreigners. Isn't that already stated?" Jiaojiao said and looked at the Chen Ping by the side.