Chapter 596 Bitch, please!

In front of Xiamen, a 12th-century architectural style at the end of the Romantic Avenue in Paris, France.

Mu Fan looked up at the building with more than 100 steps in front of the hall. He stood under the steps and looked at it. Facing the building that fell from the sky, he was like an ant.

"International Perfume Association, what a great style..."

Mela looked sideways and looked up and stood quietly. She didn't mean to go in. She snorted coldly and got used to Chinese and said, "No matter how big and elegant you are, from now on, there will still be a place for you here."

Mu Fan was slightly stunned and said with a wry smile, "O, my plan doesn't seem to have been told to anyone. How do you know?"

Mela hugged her hands and immediately squeezed the fullness of her chest out of a seductive chest shape, which was not good; "This is the World Perfume Association. Those who can enter here to become a member can only be perfume masters around the world. So far, there are only 20 registered members in this building, and the French one occupies the general. It seems that there has never been a perfume master in Asia. You are now. As long as you are a perfume master from all over the world, the guild will send an invitation. This is no longer a secret. You still pretend to be in front of me..."

"Is there such a thing? I didn't receive it..." Mu Fan was stunned. After confirming that he had not received a similar invitation and any form of notice, as for what kind of story there was in it, he didn't pay attention to it. He looked at the cold-faced Mera and said with a smile, "Well, what do you mean by pretending?"

Mela was stunned, with a bitter face, and a little embarrassed. She really didn't know what it meant, but she refused to admit defeat and said proudly, "It's just a lie."

"Oh, that's what it means to pretend,"

Looking at Mu Fan's sudden face, he said angrily, "You still pretend to be with me. This word belongs to you. Don't understand it?"

Mu Fan smiled and said, "You don't know what it means at all. You still insist that you understand it. You are also pretending. Ah, no, you don't have to pretend. You have."

"What do I have?"

"You have the word after "pretent"."

"What do you mean?"

Mu Fan had a black line and said with a smile, "Well, I really don't know how to tell you. Let's change the topic. This topic is too uncivilized."

"Shameless!"

Mu Fan smiled and no longer struggled with this problem. He said calmly, "My English is not good. Go in and tell them that I want to see them."

Mela didn't care about Mu Fan and walked up quickly.

At this moment, at the front desk of the guild hall, a strange woman like Mera, even if she is dressed in ordinary clothes, will always let the people in it find her unique charm and **. After all, the death in it seems that everyone is an aesthetic pervert. It seems that this has something to do with art cells.

"Hello, Miss, how can I help you?"

Mela looked at the receptionist. There was no such thing as a killer. Obviously, she was a charming young woman, with a slight jaw and a gentle smile; "Please help me contact the president of the perfume association. I have something to find him."

The girl was slightly stunned and looked at Mera strangely. In a sense, the perfume guild seemed to be more difficult to see than national leaders. She said in one sentence that she wanted to see, and she was neither humble nor arrogant. Is this woman the mistress outside the president?

The girl is a little confused; "I'm sorry, miss, do you have an appointment?"

Mela understood the girl's thoughts and said with a smile, "Mr. Mu Fan from Huaxia is outside. I think the president should give me a time."

"Mu Fan?" The girl listened to this strange name and was a little puzzled. After searching in the Who's Who for a moment, she was stunned, and then her eyes were hot and said, "Is it Mr. Mu Fan, a perfume master in China?"

Mela's slightly jaw.

"Please wait a moment," the girl said, then dialed the president's secretary's office, and then called up one phone. Finally, after connecting the president's phone, after briefly explaining the matter, the girl immediately hung up the phone.

Miss the front desk has completely changed her attitude at this moment. Although she works in a place with the most perfume masters in the world and has always had the highest respect for perfume, in the final analysis, she has never seen any perfume master. Even if she has seen it, she never knows who is who. This perfume master from an ancient country, whom she has seen on TV and major reports, is a very young genius, which is rare in the world.

So at this moment, the girl's hot attitude makes Mera a little uncomfortable, as if she is the man the girl admires. He laughed and said, "Hello, miss, the president asked you to go up with Mr. Mu Fan."

Mela smiled and turned around and went out. The girls behind her spread the news all over in an instant, and suddenly there was a panic in the hall. The quality of the people here is not ordinary. Even if they are excited and excited, they do not do the absurd behavior of immediately going out to watch.

At this moment, in the conference room on the top floor of the building, President Robert. Ruiying immediately suspended the meeting.

Seeing the president's attitude, the representative of the world's first perfume family, Dylan, said respectfully: "Your Excellency, it's going to be spring, and the regular meeting will be over. Is it very important?"

"Last year, the guild has been sending invitations, but Mr. Mu Fan, a perfume master in China, replied to Mr. Longyang. I have always been very concerned about this matter. This time, Mr. Mu Fan took the initiative to find him. I want to see him. Please forgive me. This person is very important to our guild."

After saying that, Robert left in a hurry.

At this time, in the conference room, there was a burst of discussion, and the representative of Debulen, a middle-aged gentleman, played with the signature pen in his hand, looked sideways at amorous lady sitting quietly on the right, and smiled in a low voice: "Aisha, the president seems to care a little about Huaxia. What do you think?"

Elsa shrugged her shoulders slightly, gently applied lipstick, and didn't care; "Huaxia, an ancient nation, even if two perfume geniuses emerge, I still feel that he is not qualified to sit here and share our resources."

Lars smiled and said, "I heard that the grandfather of this young perfume master had some disputes with your family. It seems that the three killer organizations were sent to China, which was instructed by your family. You really don't care at all?"

Aisha smiled and said, "It's just a person, and the backward Chinese person, how far can he go in the field of perfume? I never participate in the affairs of the family, but I care about the affairs of your family, like Locke from Germany. You killed Layton, didn't you? Well, this is very interesting..."

Lars smiled and said, "It's just hearsay. Is it necessary for my family to do such a thing?"

Elsa shrugged her shoulders slightly and said, "Who knows? I heard that the little freak in your family is born with supernatural powers. Recently, he has been a little restlessly killing the purest aristocrats of European blood to draw blood for experiments. It should be a great perfume, right? I'm looking forward to..."

Lars smiled and said nothing. Elsa applied lipstick and got up and left. Lars looked back at Elsa's swaying buttocks, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

On the steps downstairs, Mera frowned and said, "Why don't you go in?"

Mu Fan smiled and said, "I originally wanted to go in directly, but I heard you that you would send invitations to new perfume masters around the world as soon as possible, but I did not receive them. I think they should be very busy now. I just reported it. I have to wait for them to finish their work. I'll go up."

Mela frowned and said strangely, "You really didn't receive it?"

Mu Fan smiled and said nothing.

Mela's face suddenly turned cold and muttered, "Is it because the people here have a grudge against you..."

Mu Fan smiled and said, "It's impossible for everyone to have conflicts with me, but one or two families are still possible."

Mela wondered, "But it's a routine invitation. If not everyone has a conflict with you, it can't be published to Huaxia?"

Mu Fan's eyes narrowed slightly at this moment, and a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He said calmly, "As long as one or two families don't want me to receive it, it's okay, such as the world's largest perfume family, the Dylan family, and the world's second largest perfume family, the Emil family..."

Mela's eyes were cold, like an ice cone, and said indifferently, "You didn't come here for these two families, did you?"

Mu Fan did not answer Mera, but pointed to the woman who walked down more than a hundred steps with his chin. He laughed and said, "Do you know her?"

Mela looked back and looked at a young woman with a strong aristocratic temperament. Her walking posture was steady and elegant, and occasionally a little playful. The woman was very beautiful and did not belong to Mera. Although it is not as strange as Mera's, it is more elegant and arrogant. What's more strange is that such a beautiful woman has a lot of men and women going up and down, but no one looks at her, but deliberately avoids.

Mu Fan looked at the woman wearing a black hollow veil, and her hands gently padd the skirt that fell on the steps because it was too long. Step by step was very elegant and charming. She laughed and said, "If you guess correctly, she should be Elsa, the representative of the guild of the Emirates family. Emil. It seems that there is a famous name in the perfume industry, which has just been passed down from the dragonfly."

Mela said curiously, "What?"

Mu Fan smiled and said, "Elizabeth II in the perfume industry."

After Mu Fan finished speaking, he walked up and walked head-on towards the woman.

When the two were in the middle of the steps, they met.

The woman looked at the man in front of her way, and suddenly frowned slightly. She looked around, with a strange face. The hand holding the skirt did not put down and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Mu Fan smiled and said with a gentle smile in very good Chinese; "You still pretend, admire, admire..."

Elsa suddenly frowned slightly and looked strange. As for Mera, who did not belong to her appearance and temperament, she stopped paying attention to it at a glance. Instead, the condescending noble posture was undoubtedly revealed, looking at Mu Fan's majesty and said, "I don't understand what you're saying? Are you Asian?

Mu Fan took the initiative to make a concession, bent down and made a very gentlemanly invitation posture, and said elegantly, "Bitch, please."

Looking at Mu Fan's extremely gentlemanly posture, Elsa smiled, looked at Mu Fan more, gave the most affectionate glance, and continued to walk down the steps.

After the woman left, Mera finally took a long breath, took Mu Fan's arm, pinched his hand fiercely on his waist, and said angrily, "You are so shameless. You rely on her not to understand and curse."

Mu Fan looked at the angry Mera, his eyes narrowed slightly, and smiled and said nothing. Mera only knew that Mu Fan was playing a rogue, but she didn't know the real intention.

At this moment, after finally walking more than a hundred steps, Elsa walked to a Maserati sports car and sat in. The car did not leave, but the window fell. Under Elsa's cold expression, her hidden sinister eyes stared at the back.

After a long time, Elsa said to the driver in fluent Chinese, "Go home..."