Of course, it is impossible for Bai Muhan to accompany Feng Ran to stay in Country H until the end of the game, because he is about to enter the group, and because Feng Ran finally reluctantly confessed that her competition does not actually take three or four months - only one month is enough.

Bai Muhan's expression at that time was a little angry, but it was calm.

"You little liar!" Bai Muhan's expression was a little vicious, and he took a bite on her lips, and his movements were indeed gentle and careful.

"Sooner or later, I will be grinded to death by you. Bai Muhan sighed. But he also knew that he had nothing to do with her.

The little girl she chooses, in addition to being spoiled, what else can she do?

So Feng Ran sent Bai Muhan away, and he stayed behind to prepare for the next game.

Until the organizer suddenly came with the news that the entries she had previously submitted were lost for unknown reasons, and unless she could hand in a new entry within a week, she would be deemed to have given up the competition.

Feng Ran just shrugged her shoulders when she received the call, and then picked and chose from the things she had brought, and finally chose a dress and dress that combined retro elements, and decided to hand it in on the day of the deadline.

It's not that Feng Ran really doesn't care about this matter, but when she knew that Doyle's name was on the shortlist, she already thought that there would be such a result.

Doyle Mott, a designer who is quite talented in his own right, is just a little quick to get a quick success.

As a designer who also worked at CI, Feng Ran had dealt with him a few times in her previous life, so she knew what tricks he would play.

Feng Ran looked at the pile of alternatives she had brought. So, everything you have to have a plan B.

After that, Feng Ran should eat and drink, and even went to the winery of Ragil to send two bottles of fine red wine back to China - after all, Rajil told her not to be polite, just take him home.

Although, Charles's expression at that time was a little subtle.

Because Feng Ran went to the cellar to pick out not the oldest vintage, nor the antique vintages that boasted of God on the market, but chose two inconspicuous bottles in the corner, and specially asked the people of the winery to prepare utensils, and tasted the wine carefully after sobering.

And those two bottles were the best year for the grape harvest in country H that year, in other words, Feng Ran did not pay attention to the so-called human words or the information on the records, but chose the best.

When Charles went back to report to Ragil, Ragil also found it interesting - in country H, there are many people who deal with red wine, but not everyone understands it, and this little girl who is not yet an adult, every move, looks like an expert.

"What about the game?" Ragil asked with a smile.

"Miss Rana didn't mention it," Charles couldn't help laughing, "but I don't look worried, I've been in a good mood these days." ”

"Not worried?" Rajir raised an eyebrow, "It's interesting, I think she's bound to win the game, and she shouldn't give up just yet." ”

"Perhaps, she had something else in mind. Charles remembered Feng Ran's appearance as a drunkard in the cellar.

He had never seen that expression. Like a ...... A little mouse that fell into the rice barn.

"Maybe you're right," Ragil shrugged, "or maybe we should pay a visit." ”

When Ragil came to the door of the hotel to call Feng Ran, Feng Ran was having afternoon tea at a restaurant near the hotel.

I have to say that Feng Ran not only does not have a sense of urgency in the competition, but is as leisurely as a vacation.

"Are you too relaxed?" Rajir raised a nice eyebrow, "I thought you were here to compete." ”

"Of course I'm here to compete," Feng Ran shrugged and made a gesture of please, "but it doesn't seem like it's a serious day to compete, so don't you let me have afternoon tea?"

"As far as I know," said Rajil, who sat across from him, "most of the contestants are very nervous right now. ”

"It's just most, not all," Feng Ran smiled, "Obviously, most of them don't include me." ”

"You've got all your entries done?" Ragil gestured at Charles, who stepped back.

"It should be fine. Feng Ran forked a crepe into his mouth, "It tastes good, do you want to try it?"

"Try?" Ragil shook his head in disbelief, "I don't like these things. ”

It should be said that he eats just to fill his stomach, and he has no requirements for anything else.

But fortunately, he just muttered these words in his heart. If Feng Ran hears it, he will definitely tell him that he obviously has a deep misunderstanding about himself-

People who don't eat the skills of non-five-star chefs, what kind of face do they have to talk like this?

Feng Ran rolled her eyes, and then greeted the waiter, "A cup of iced American, no sugar and no milk." ”

This is probably the only coffee that can be eaten outside, except for the coffee that Ragil is used to drinking.

When the waiter brought it up, he motioned for him to put it on the other side, and ate the cake by himself.

Suddenly felt a little guilty, in vain she was still exposed to the wind and sun, but she had a big meal here.

Alas, this is the same life.

Ragil raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Give me something?"

"Hmm," Feng Ran nodded, then shook her head without a trace, "People like you can only drink this bitter and astringent coffee at first glance." ”

Ragil took a noncommittal sip of his coffee, and then realized that it was as unpleasant as he thought, and put down his cup.

Knowing that he put down the cup, Ragil realized what he had just done - if he was seen by Charles, eighty percent would say that he was not cautious enough.

Feng Ran, who was originally a good and wandering person, suddenly frowned when he saw a person approaching next to him, "Ragil, have you brought anyone here?"

"Bring someone?" Ragil was stunned for a moment, "I didn't bring anyone, I just asked Charles to run an errand, and I haven't ...... yet"

Feng Ran scurried to Ragil's side, pressed Rajir's head with one hand, and then flew out to fight the incoming man, and Rajir clearly saw a bullet flying in his ear.

Ragil's eyes sharpened, he got up neatly, and was about to rush over to help, but he saw that Fengran, who had only been in such a moment, had already twisted his arms and stepped on his feet.

It made Rajir a little stunned, "This ......"

"I didn't come here for me," Feng Ran's hand squeezed hard under his feet, and then hooked the corners of his mouth at Ragil, "So, you can please this meal." ”

Charles quickly brought someone over, and when he saw the situation at the scene, he gestured, "Lord Duke......"

Seeing Rajir glancing at him, he quickly changed his words, "Sir, are you alright?"

The Duke had not yet let Miss Ranran know his identity, but he had made a mistake in his hurry and almost missed the matter.

Charles commanded his men to escort the men on the ground away, and then stood aside, thinking that he would go back and receive the punishment himself.

Ragil put his hands in his pants pockets and didn't take them out, and after seeing Feng Ran hand over the person under his hands, he looked at her with a little scrutiny, "You...... Pretty good?"

"You should thank me for my good skills, otherwise that bullet should have hit you just now!" Feng Ran secretly rolled her eyes, but still patiently explained, "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, but I didn't expect to use it here." ”

In addition to self-preservation, her original intention was more to save the cost of the bodyguard for nothing!