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Chapter 700

Back at Xiaoyao Palace, there was still some time before dinner. Borit still did not go back to his room to rest. Instead, he looked at the sea with a solemn expression and remained motionless. The four bodyguards still kept their heads swaying to increase the sense of dynamics.

Ding Fan stood in front of the window, looking thoughtfully at that lonely but not lonely figure.

Just then, the phone rang, it was Bai Yifei calling, "Xiaofan, have you returned to Xiaoyao Palace safely?"

"Yes, I just came back not long ago," Ding Fan said.

"Borit left without saying goodbye, don't you blame Fuyao for not treating him well?" Bai Yifei asked worriedly.

"Of course not. Besides, successful people have some quirks and it would be boring to be with him." Ding Fan said casually.

"But I don't feel like he has a quirk, but, how should I put it, maybe I'm overthinking."

However, Ding Fan thought. Bai Yifei and Borit are both engaged in the clothing industry and may have different opinions. "Sister Feifei, let's talk about it."

"That's what I'm telling you in private. I won't even tell Director Jian."

Bai Yifei laughed, but she actually emphasized not to tell anyone. It is not uncommon for successful people to have personalities, especially in highly professional fields. They tend to be focused on doing things and lack tact in their dealings with others.

But Borit is different. In Bai Yifei's view, he has a bit of a heavy taste. For example, he has a zigzag hairstyle with strong colors, and costumes that have never been seen before by Huanyue Sect disciples, etc.

Ding Fan scratched his head and didn't think it was anything. In this industry, you have to be at the forefront of fashion and be more receptive to new things.

"Sister Feifei, what does this mean?" Ding Fan asked confused.

"Xiao Fan, I'm not saying that the clothes of designers and aunts are not good, but that Borit is very strange. It's like fire protection against the wind. His pursuit of inspiration seems to be too much. If there are enough people in an industry

Confident, he must be able to do things with ease, but Borit has been pursuing things that stimulate him, which makes me a little doubtful."

Ding Fan was silent. Bai Yifei's words reminded him that it was like a person's sense of taste was disappearing, so he would prefer food with strong taste.

When Borit lost his destiny, there must be some physical reaction. He couldn't be unaware of it.

"Xiaofan, I say this because I hope you will be more focused when dealing with him." Bai Yifei explained again.

"Well, Sister Feifei has hit the point, and I'm very inspired."

"Do you really think so? Actually, I am still a little hesitant. Saying this will make people feel like I am using you again. Of course I am happy that Fuyao can have long-term development, but I also hope to do something for you.

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"Sister Feifei doesn't need to explain. Even if you are using me, no one will know. Besides, I am willing to do so."

Bai Yifei's happy laughter came from the phone, she said thank you for your hard work and hung up the phone.

The chat with Bai Yifei took a long time, and the phone was a little hot, but Borit still looked like a still picture, trying to see the end of the sea.

In preparation for Borit's arrival, several travel and entertainment plans were prepared, but they were all put aside. Even for dinner, Borit only finished a vegetable salad in two minutes, making Ding Fan embarrassed to continue eating.

Go down.

"Ding Fan, can you go to my room and have a chat?" Borit invited.

"Very happy!" Ding Fan put down his chopsticks and went to the room on the third floor with Borit.

Borit opened a bottle of brandy and poured a glass, added orange juice and ice cubes, and handed it to Ding Fan, "It's a pity that there is no absinthe, otherwise it would taste better."

"I'll ask someone to bring it to you right away," Ding Fan said.

"No need, it's not bad to drink like this."

Borit waved his hand and mixed himself another glass, adding juice one to one. The color of the wine looked a bit weird.

The two raised glasses. Borit took a sip of wine, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said intoxicatedly: "Perhaps the most beautiful thing in the world is wine. Whether you are tipsy or drunk, it makes people feel that they are still alive."

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"A little drink will help you sleep." Ding Fan said casually.

"I fall asleep easily and stay awake for a long time without even dreaming."

Borit downplayed it, but Ding Fan was shocked. There were dreams that invaded his sleep. Ding Fan had come across several cases, but losing dreams was just another form of long sleep without waking up.

I originally thought that this kind of thing would happen in a small area, but I didn't expect that it would extend to other places and even happen to Borit! If it's not a coincidence, it's a conspiracy!

"Ding Fan, does your expression indicate that my condition is serious?" Borit looked very calm.

"I admire Mr. Borit's disdain for wealth and life. But losing his dreams and losing at least half of his inspiration is probably the most fatal thing for a designer," Ding Fan said.

A look of sadness appeared on Borit's face, he closed his eyes heavily, and sighed after a long time, "This is the most terrifying thing. Rather than losing your talent, it is better to die."

Ding Fan couldn't help but secretly admire Bai Yifei. She had extremely keen business acumen. It was precisely because Borit lost his inspiration that he behaved abnormally.

Suddenly, Borit opened his eyes again and asked earnestly: "Ding Fan, do you know this disease very well? If you can cure it for me, I will agree to any of your conditions!"

Ding Fan waved his hand and said seriously: "I have only been exposed to similar cases, but I am not sure whether they are the same as yours. I am asking some questions and hope Mr. Borit can answer them truthfully."

"I understand, I hope to hear more about it!"

Well, whatever you think.

"How long have you had this condition?"

"About three months."

"Are you going to sleep at midnight and not wake up all night?"

"Yes." Borit's face was very ugly, and he said faintly: "There is a surveillance camera in my bedroom. After I fall asleep, not only will I not wake up, I will not even turn over for the whole night! This is not in line with common sense at all."

"Did anything special happen before this?" Ding Fan asked again.

"My daily life is still very simple. To be honest, my career is stable and I have never had any conflicts with anyone." Borit said immediately. He had already had doubts about it and thought about it many times. There was really nothing special about it.

"So, what exhibitions have you participated in, or have you seen any special pictures?"

"Can I be more specific?"

"Landscape oil painting, or film."

"Why do you ask that? Ding Fan, do you think I am cursed?" Borit naturally thought so.

"Many illnesses have triggers. I just want to figure it out. Please remember carefully and don't miss any details." Ding Fan emphasized.

Borit shook his head slightly, showing a look of embarrassment. Of course he would attach great importance to losing his dream, especially since he had investigated all the people he had come into contact with, the food and even the drinking water, and found no problems.

"During that time, I spent more time at home than at work. The source of my food was reliable, and I drank mineral water all year round, so no one would poison me."

"If there were signs of poisoning, the hospital would have detected it long ago. Think about it again, have you been in contact with special people? For example, wizards, psychiatrists, etc.?" Ding Fan asked.

Borit's face was blank, as if he had remembered something, and he quickly signaled for silence and asked him to think carefully.


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