Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 45: Sister Song Is Out Shocking the Streets Again
Song Yi spoke with such natural ease that Mu Wanxue had no suspicions.
She handed her phone over directly.
Song Yi logged into her QQ, casually clicked on the call records, glanced quickly, memorized the recent contacts, then removed the call record’s background operation.
Her actions were very clean and efficient.
Her greatest skill was her memory; she could practically remember everything she saw.
Mu Wanxue kept staring at her until Song Yi looked up and returned the phone to her.
Song Yi’s lips curved up: "By the way, when I came back from buying breakfast, I saw you on the phone. Who was it?"
She mischievously nudged Mu Wanxue’s shoulder with her own: "Is it your boyfriend? Got a date later?"
"Just a friend, don’t overthink."
"Really." Song Yi smiled brightly: "If you have a boyfriend, you should tell me. I’ll treat you to dinner and help you vet him."
"You better not meet my boyfriend," Mu Wanxue laughed, her tone joking: "He’d probably be swept off his feet by you."
Song Yi is really a charming troublemaker.
Which of her boyfriends hasn’t had their soul enchanted by Song Yi upon meeting her?
Even if her boyfriends didn’t say anything, Mu Wanxue could tell; their eyes were practically glued to Song Yi.
Song Yi raised her eyebrows, touched her face, and suddenly smiled: "If one day you bring a boyfriend who isn’t swept away by me, then he’s genuinely into you."
"In a world full of beauties, it’s inevitable they’ll glance more, imagine more."
As Song Yi spoke, Haha kept trying to pull her away, almost succeeding.
"Enough talk, I’m leaving."
Song Yi was pulled out the door by Haha. Her expression suddenly collapsed.
She quickly went downstairs—
Song Yi got into the car and dialed a number: "Li Wen, come and pick Haha up, I have something to take care of."
...
minutes later.
An SUV drove into a large shopping mall’s parking lot.
The mall was bright and opulent, full of designer brand counters, frequented by the rich and some who aren’t rich but love appearances.
"Ding——" The elevator doors opened.
Legs in high heels stepped out, with sleek white calves and beautiful lines.
Wearing sunglasses, Song Yi changed into a dress that emphasized her waist, with a stylish irregular hemline and chaotic beauty.
She walked in high heels towards her target, her red lips not smiling, black hair cascading like a waterfall, earrings swaying with each step.
Her aura, both beautiful and bold, was inherent.
She draped a sunblock jacket over her arm.
...
"Sister Song is out strutting the streets again."
"How much do you think she’ll buy this time?"
"Last time, she nearly cleared out the brand’s counter..."
"Having money is great."
...
Everywhere Song Yi walked, there were murmurs, but she was used to it, paying no attention.
She entered a designer clothing store and placed her sunblock jacket on the table.
The store clerk in uniform turned around and saw Song Yi.
She was stunned, feeling she’d mistaken her for someone else.
Song Yi would come to a store like theirs? Song Yi wasn’t a celebrity, but anyone selling luxury goods knew her name?
She’s practically a tycoon, more lavish than the wives of wealthy families.
Those wives have husbands to manage them, but Song Yi was different. She could spend her money however she wanted.
The clerk swallowed nervously: "H-Hello, may I ask..."
Song Yi, smiling lightly, took off her sunglasses, her fox-like eyes showing a gentle and approachable look, raising her brow flirtatiously: "Hello, Miss. Could you please tell me, is this clothing a gift from your store?"
Her voice was crystal clear, penetrating to the core, her alluring eyes seemed to sparkle.
The clerk quickly shifted her gaze, looking at the sunblock jacket, feeling like she was being seduced by Song Yi.
Too beautiful, vibrant and flamboyantly beautiful.
"This... this isn’t."
