Note the sweet scale

Chapter 283 How Poisonous Is It (3)

Standing up, leaning close to Wang Xiaoya's ear, Yi Meng whispered a few words to her.

Wang Xiaoya nodded first, and then looked at her face in surprise.

"You...are you sure?"

Yi Meng leaned against the table.

"Definitely."

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xiaoya nodded lightly, "Okay, but I can only pass on the news, whether they will go or not, I...I can't guarantee."

Yi Meng stretched out her hand to support her shoulder, "Whether the matter is successful or not, I will treat you to barbecue!"

"This is what you said, and what you say must count."

"It definitely counts."

"OK!" Wang Xiaoya straightened up, "I'll go now."

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Jincheng Apartments.

Meng Yiran looked at the skirt in her hand, raised her hand and threw it halfway, then took another one from the shelf, compared it in the mirror, and threw it away again.

On the floor beside her, she had already thrown a pile of clothes like a hill.

"Damn it!" Throwing the brand-name dress in her hand to the ground again, she cursed angrily, "Why is there no one to wear!"

Song Xinnan who was standing at the door of the cloakroom was speechless.

This girl's closet is bigger than her bedroom, and the clothes in it are enough to open several boutiques, and she even said she has no clothes to wear!

"Sister Ran!" She walked to Meng Yiran's side, "Aren't these clothes just bought from Paris?"

"What do you know?" Meng Yiran frowned and looked at the side of the clothes beside her, and continued to search, "This meeting is very important, I must wear a dress that is low-key and friendly, and can also reflect my figure."

"Then...it's not as good as this one!" Song Xinnan took down a casual skirt suit from the hanger, "It's casual and friendly, the short style shows off the waist, and when you raise your hands to the side, it reveals the waistline, how tempting it is! Doesn't that Yi Meng like to wear this kind of clothes?"

Upon hearing her words, Meng Yiran was immediately moved, and turned around to look at the clothes in her hands.

"Help me put it on!"

After a while, the clothes were put on the upper body.

Meng Yiran looked left and right in the mirror.

"Does it look good?"

The clothes were T-shirts and denim skirts. In all honesty, the clothes looked pretty good, but they looked a bit old-fashioned and green-painted on Meng Yiran's body—pretending to be young.

Song Xinnan had already lost her patience, and now she flattered her without conscience.

"It's pretty, it looks very pure and young. If you put on Korean makeup, it will definitely make Yimeng look supple and lovely."

This one has tried eighty things, if she keeps trying like this, she won't do anything else tonight, just tidying up this aunt's cloakroom is enough for her to tidy up.

Meng Yiran was already picky, and couldn't see any good-looking ones at the moment. Hearing what she said, she turned around in front of the mirror narcissistically.

"Okay, that's it. Nannan, get me a mask and paint my nails."

Song Xinnan breathed a sigh of relief, took the mask and went to the sofa to help Meng Yiran apply it on her face.

Meng Yiran closed her eyes, enjoying the coolness of the mask, and then she spoke again.

"You should immediately find a way to disclose the news."

"You... want me to tell the reporter the news about your meeting with Mr. Situ?" Song Xinnan asked with some uncertainty, "But he didn't say, let you keep a low profile, and if he finds out, he won't Angry?"

Situ Nanke finally took the initiative to ask Meng Yiran for a meeting, but his aunt wanted to see it this way, and Song Xinnan was a little puzzled.

"Even if he finds out, so what, I don't know that the reporter is following me!"

(End of this chapter)