Shangda International Shopping Mall, which is full of fashionable brands, is consumed by rich people, and any piece of clothing is about to cost tens of thousands of yuan.

Su Wansheng was silent, said "I know", and hung up the phone.

At lunchtime, she still told Song Zhiyue about shopping after work.

When Song Zhiyue heard that she was going to Shangda International Shopping Mall, she shook her head and didn't go.

"I'm not comparable to you white rich and beautiful, and I still have to save a dowry for myself."

After getting off work, Su Wansheng and Song Zhiyue walked out of the company together.

Xu Xiangsi's car was parked on the side of the road, and people were waiting for her in the car.

Su Wansheng went to pick up his car, and the two went to Shangda International Shopping Mall one after the other.

Su Wansheng drove the car in front of Xu Xiangsi, and Xu Xiangsi followed behind her car.

After driving a distance, Xu Xiangsi glanced at the van behind her from the rearview mirror, subconsciously grabbed the steering wheel, drew eyeliner, and there was a hint of coldness in her eyes stained with false eyelashes.

MG is not far from Shangda International Mall, which is also 15 minutes away.

After arriving at the mall, because Su Wansheng hadn't eaten yet, the two ate in the food area on the first floor of the mall, and they ate Malatang.

Before they could serve the order, Su Wansheng took a bottle of coconut water and drank it first.

Sitting bored, the two of them each took out their mobile phones to play.

Su Wansheng saw a funny joke, and accidentally flattened the carton in his hand, squeezed out the coconut water, and spilled it on the table.

Probably because the store was too busy, and no one had refilled the paper towels at their table.

There were tissues at the table, but there were people sitting in it, and it was still a couple.

She was too embarrassed to take it, so she lowered her head and took out a tissue from her bag to wipe the table clean.

As soon as she threw the tissue into the garbage basket, the mobile phone she put on the table "ding-dong", and it was a text message entering.

She picked up her phone, and when she saw what was on it, she curled the corners of her lips.

Just now, her mobile phone screen was facing down, Xu Xiangsi didn't see who sent it to her, and when she saw her smiling sweetly, she thought it was a text message sent to her by Lu Zhenming, and her heart suddenly became uncomfortable.

But she still had a generous and bright smile on her face, and pretended not to know and asked, "Is it Senior Lu's text message?" ”

"It's Qin Luo." Su Wansheng put down her mobile phone, looked at Xu Xiangsi and said quietly, "You also saw him at the art exhibition that time." ”

Xu Xiangsi pretended to think about it, and then said, "I'm not impressed." ”

Su Wansheng pursed her lips and was silent for a long time.

In fact, the text message just now was not Qin Luo's, it was sent to her by Song Zhiyue.

It's a joke.

It should have been sent to her by someone else, and she forwarded it to her casually.

When Xu Xiangsi asked her if it was a text message from Lu Zhenming, she subconsciously wanted to say Song Zhiyue's name, but thinking of the conversation between Qin Luo and Wen Yaxi that day, she wanted to test Xu Xiangsi.

But I didn't expect this temptation, and I tried to find out the problem.

Xu Xiangsi obviously knew Qin Luo, why was he lying to himself?

Or is there some ulterior secret between the two?

After the spicy tang was served, Su Wansheng went to get the sterilized dishes and chopsticks, lowered his head and began to eat.

Although Xu Xiangsi hasn't eaten yet, she has no appetite and is thinking about other things.

Seeing the three people wandering outside the Malatang shop, her heart panicked.

Su Wansheng looked up inadvertently, saw that the bowl in her bowl didn't move, and asked in surprise, "Why don't you eat?" ”