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Chapter 557 Ji Mengmeng's Maintenance

The three of them blocked the door, and the guests walking towards the restaurant were crowded in the corridor, whispering.

Su Ci gave her to the side and let the people behind her go in first.

Men and women wearing suits and dresses always stay in a stunning position for a second when they pass by Su Ci.

Su Ci was cold and sharp when wearing men's clothing, and charming when wearing women's clothing. The bitter and abusive female protagonist's face became vivid because of her clear and transparent eyes, as if the dusty pearl was radiant and bright and unsightly.

Her skirt is a limited edition uz starry sky, and it is priceless. The finishing touch is the layer of diamond-covered veil on the outside of the royal blue skirt.

The fairy spirit is beyond the dust, and whoever wears it is the most beautiful sister.

Even if the celebrity daughter is robbing her, she can’t get one, and she is easily worn by Su Ci. How can Duan Xinyan and Wu Fei not be jealous?

The three beautiful eastern holes at the door attracted the attention of the restaurant.

Su Ciyun reported a series of accounts calmly, and read out the 19-digit number from his mouth like a bean poured.

Wu Fei didn't react for a moment and was confused by the irregular numbers.

"This is my bank card account. Since you have the sincerity to admit your mistake, then send the money." Su Ci bent down and tore off the layer of gauze outside with a thrust sound, leaving Wu Fei's hand like garbage.

"Two million, no point can be lost." Su Ci smiled, holding the hem of the skirt, walking gracefully like a beautiful blue peacock.

Duan Xinyan was also in a daze.

Su Ci actually asked her to make money?

"Xinyan, what was the number she had just now?" Wu Fei remembered that the first one was 6, and her expression was stunned.

When he met everyone's ridiculed eyes, he seemed to slap him in the face.

The skirt was torn, and I thought Su Ci would have a big fight with them so that the people on the scene could see her jokes.

Unexpectedly, Su Ci was generous and unwilling to care about her, and the person who made a fool of herself became her.

She first proposed to pay the money, but now it's just right, just as Su Ci's thoughts.

Wu Fei held the veil, and the more she thought about it, she became more angry. She stuffed it into Duan Xinyan's hand, "It's like I miss her skirt! She read it so quickly, can I remember it?"

Duan Xinyan's expression was also a little stiff. Su Ci's actions of tearing the gauze skirt were not mocking the skirt they both liked, but the garbage she threw away casually?

"I can't remember it either. The 19-digit number is not a phone number." Duan Xinyan said angrily.

At this time, a clear and light voice clearly repeated the string of numbers that Su Ci had just read.

Duan Xinyan and Wu Fei looked up in surprise.

The man was wearing an Italian suit, with a elegant and slender figure, and a black bow tie on the neckline.

The three-dimensional and superior bones look like a handsome and melancholy Western male model, but the appearance is so beautiful that everything is fascinating. It is gorgeous and has a bright and pine and crisp.

"Ji Yu?" Duan Xinyan recognized this face.

Mr. Ji and William Duan were business friends. When Mr. Duan was alive, the two families had close contacts. More than 20 years ago, the two families had established a marriage for Ji Yu and Miss Duan.

However, after Su Ci's father Duan Jiahe died, no one mentioned the marriage again.

Ji Yu smiled slightly, like the snow in bloom, and the floating light shone like snow: "Did you remember this time? Remember... to send money to Miss Su."

It was not until Ji Yu entered the restaurant that Wu Fei woke up as if she was resurrected and pursed her lips, "Xinyan, is he Ji Yu? Feeling..."
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