Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Mrs. Li didn't take it to heart.

After all, Li's Group has the most abundant spice inventory in the entire Linchuan, and even if Anna's civet incense is the same as the origin of her collection, there is nothing impossible.

The housekeeper didn't say anything when he saw that Old Madam Li, so he didn't think much about it.

Li Tingsheng is different.

The butler's words attracted his attention.

After the meal, Li Tingsheng accompanied his grandmother to feed the cat for a while before preparing to leave.

Before leaving, he called the butler.

The housekeeper was about to help the cat in the villa change the cat litter, and when he saw Li Tingsheng stop him, he had to hand over the things in his hand to the servant next to him, and then politely walked to Li Tingsheng's side.

"Young Master, what else do you have to order?"

Li Tingsheng lowered his eyes, his voice low and calm.

"How similar are the spices in that bottle of perfume that you said today to the spices in Grandma's treasures?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure. The young master asked this, is there anything wrong with the perfume? The housekeeper didn't understand Li Tingsheng's words very well, thinking that his words had angered Li Tingsheng, and just wanted to explain, but saw that Li Tingsheng's dark eyes were dyed with a trace of complexity.

Li Tingsheng sighed and waved his hand to let the housekeeper leave.

"Mr. Li, do you suspect that Assistant An and Mrs. Li know each other?"

On the way back to the villa, Ang Lee asked.

Li Tingsheng closed his eyes and did not answer.

Just when Ang Lee thought he had asked this question in vain, a slightly hoarse voice came from the back row.

"Ang Lee, do you think there is any other perfumer in Linchuan who can concoct perfumes that make people sleep and rest?"

Ang Lee was stunned for a moment.

Soon, he understood Li Tingsheng's hint.

"Mr. Li, do you mean that the mysterious perfumer who helped the old lady make perfume before is also Assistant An?"

Mrs. Li said before that she met a mysterious perfumer and helped her create a perfume to treat insomnia, and the effect was excellent.

As a result, Mrs. Li exchanged several rare spices with her.

Among them, the list of spices includes civet fragrance.

Li Tingsheng nodded slightly, pulled the corners of his lips quietly, and said unhurriedly: "In the whole Linchuan, there is no one else who can make that kind of perfume except her." ”

Li An suddenly realized, "This makes sense." Assistant An also said before that the company lacked a few spices, and she still exchanged the spices with others by chance, but she didn't expect it to be the old lady. Mr. Li, do you want to tell the old lady about this? I think the old lady has a lot of misunderstandings about Assistant An. ”

I don't know what Mrs. Li said to the old lady, the old lady didn't look very good when she mentioned Anna.

"And Mr. Li, didn't the old lady ask me to investigate who the mysterious perfumer was? Now that you know about it, it's better to tell the old lady directly......"

"There's no need to rush to tell grandma." Li Tingsheng's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had a cold because of a cold.

He took out his phone from his suit pocket, and after finding the word Anna in the contact, his finger was not clicked.

After half ringing, he put his phone back in his pocket, closed his eyes, and rested grogily.

......

After staying in Linchuan for a few days, Su Jiuer was ready to take a plane to France to participate in Fashion Week.

The ticket was booked not very coincidentally, it was a working day.

But the time is five o'clock in the afternoon, and Xu Ruoqing can ask for leave as long as the work is completed early.

Early in the morning, Xu Ruoqing finished all the work to be handled today, and then went to the perfume department to guide Fan Xiaoxiao for a moment or two, and then turned back to the office.

"Mr. Li, there is something that needs your approval." Xu Ruoqing's voice was a little shy.

Paid leave, the tone is better, and Li Tingsheng disagrees.

Li Tingsheng's eyes staring at the computer screen did not move, and he didn't seem to hear Xu Ruoqing's voice.

His brow was tightly knit as if he was thinking about something.