Xichen could hardly believe what she heard. The clothes and shoes she was wearing actually cost tens of thousands?
"What? Xichen, don't tell me that you don't know that what you are wearing costs tens of thousands in total."
Yang Xiluo still looked angry, but now that she saw Xichen's seemingly completely unaware look, she felt even more angry.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Xichen asked again as if to confirm.
"Of course it's true." After saying this, Yang Xiluo realized that based on Xichen's reaction, it seemed that she really didn't know, "Xichen, don't you really know how much your clothes are worth?
"
Yang Xiluo's expression when he looked at Xichen looked like he was looking at an alien.
"Yeah, I really don't know."
Xichen still looked confused, but in his heart, he already understood something.
How could these clothes that Fred had someone prepare for her be cheap?
The strange thing is that although she pays attention to fashion, she never pays attention to which style and brand.
Because, after all, in today's society, as long as one brand comes out with a popular model, other brands will also launch it one after another.
There are endless borrowing-isms, and she has always felt that there is no special need to pay attention to the problems of these brands.
"Didn't you buy these clothes yourself?"
This time, the surprised person was Yang Xiluo.
"Haha," Xichen smiled sheepishly after hearing this, "My boyfriend asked people to buy these for me. Moreover, he has a habit of cutting off all the labels when wearing clothes. So.
I don’t know what brands these are. I just know that the price may not be very cheap.”
However, even so, Xichen never thought that this outfit would cost tens of thousands of yuan in total. What a steal.
"I see." Yang Xiluo finally understood, "Xichen, it seems that you have really found a good boyfriend. How about it? When will you let me see it?"
When Yang Xiluo heard what Xichen said, his previous anger finally disappeared.
However, the psychological jealousy is burning more and more intensely.
"Haha, won't you be able to see him when he comes to pick me up later?"
Xichen smiled slightly and said without warning.
"Okay, I want to see who your boyfriend is."
Yang Xiluo said happily.
"Oh, by the way, it seems to be getting late now. Shiloh, do you still want to go shopping?"
Speaking of this, Xichen quickly looked at his watch, only to realize that it was already half past nine in the evening.
It is a large shopping mall, except for movie theaters and KTV. These brand-name stores also close at ten o'clock in the evening.
So, now it's almost time for them to prepare to go back.
"Wang, you first call your boyfriend and ask him to come pick you up. We'll wait for him while shopping."
Yang Xiluo looked at the time and it was indeed getting late, so he spoke.
"Okay, just wait a moment."
Xichen said, picked up the phone and dialed Fred's number.
"Hello……"
On the other end of the phone, Fred answered the phone without even looking at the caller ID.
Therefore, with just one word, Xichen could tell that something was wrong with his tone, so he said, "What? Are you tired?"
"Xichen, it's you."
The voice on the phone suddenly turned 180 degrees when I heard it was Xichen, without any trace of fatigue from before.
"Yeah, Fred, we're almost finished here, come here now, I'm at the shopping mall here on Fulin Road."
"Okay, I'll be there right away. See you later."
Fred quickly agreed and then hung up the phone.
"What? Your fiancée gave the order?"
At this time, Fred was drinking with Jack and the others in a quiet bar.
When Chuck saw Fred hang up the phone, he put the wine in his hand on the table, looked at him and asked.
"Yeah, so I'm going to take the first step, and you two can drink slowly."
As Fred spoke, he patted Jack and Chuck on the shoulders, then picked up the suit jacket he had put aside, put it on, and walked outside.
"Chuck, it seems our boss has finally changed his ways."
As soon as Jack saw Fred leaving, he looked at his leaving figure and whispered.
"Yeah. It's really enviable."
Chuck also looked at his back and sighed.
"What are you envious of? If you want to be a good person, don't you need as many women as you want?"
Jack raised his eyebrows and teased with a smile.
"Yes, I still want to be free for a few more years."
After Chuck finished speaking, he walked up to the two beauties he had been eyeing early in the morning, carrying the wine, and asked with a smile: "Hi, two beauties, are you free to have a drink together?"
Chuck's move immediately made Jack sit there with a helpless smile and shake his head. Then, he stood up and walked towards the two women on the other side...
Fred drove all the way to the shopping mall on Fulin Road.
Along the way, he kept his brows furrowed, thinking hard about whether to tell Xichen about Su Rong.
There are far fewer cars on the road at night than during the day.
The road, which seemed crowded and narrow during the day, now looks much wider and empty.
I saw a snow-white Porsche speeding along the road, and soon arrived near the shopping mall Xichen mentioned.
This time, Fred did not drive the car into the parking lot, but parked the car directly on the side of the road.
What he thought was that it wouldn't take much time anyway, so naturally he didn't drive the car into the parking lot.
"Dududu..."
After picking up the phone and dialing Xichen's number, he quickly picked up the call.
"Hey, Xichen, I'm here. The car is parked in front of the main entrance of the shopping mall."
"Oh, okay, Fred, I'll be right out."
Xichen said and hung up the phone.
Seeing this, Yang Xiluo quickly said: "Let's go, take me to meet your boyfriend."
After saying that, she seemed even more excited than Xichen and pulled her towards the door. She completely forgot that her own car was still parked in the parking lot on the second underground floor.
"Hiro, your car is still in the parking lot."
Seeing her like this, Xichen quickly reminded her.
"It's okay, I'll go back and get it later."
Yang Xiluo didn't care.
Seeing her like this, Xichen couldn't help feeling a little disgusted. However, he felt that he was thinking too much.
