"cheers!"

In the living room of the Presidential Suite of Four Seasons Hotel in late at night, gorgeous and dazzling crystal lamps shine on seven beautiful faces with different styles, shining brightly.

Song Yi was surrounded by beauties who were petite, delicate, plump, fair, delicate, elegant, or charming, fashionable, or charming, and charming. He felt extremely happy. He was really in the flowers.

After clinking glasses together, he first drank a glass of wine with the Tingle and Beautiful Dance Club president Ding Ying, chatting about her situation in a foreign-funded enterprise. Then, under the cheers of a group of beauties, he accepted the toast of the charming and charming second-year college student Wang Jingyi. He had just solved her employment problem.

"Mr. Song, thank you for your help. I'll do it first." Wang Jingyi's fair and graceful little hand held a high-legged red wine glass, raised her slender neck and killed half of the red wine in one mouthful. The wine entered her throat, and her face suddenly turned red, and she was more beautiful than a flower.

"Jingyi, drink slowly." Song Yi was willing to hold her soft waist and hug her in his arms to pity this charming and charming young woman, but in full view of everyone! Kill the red wine in her hand.

Huang Sixian, a charming and sexy beauty wearing white cropped pants beside her, took a beautiful decanter and poured wine for Song Yi. The fragrance on her body mixed with the fragrance of red wine. She looked at him with a pair of bright beautiful eyes and smiled. She said she wanted to help Song Yi, but he refused. She wanted to see how Song Yi broke the deadlock.

Song Yi smiled at the charming and fashionable beauty Huang Sixian. He naturally knew the problem. His identity was too high, so now it is naturally the focus of the audience's attention, and all the topics are around him. This is the ritual for all adult occasions. But this is not conducive to his separate communication with the beautiful women. After thinking about it, he advocated: "Miaomiao, have you chosen the dress for the cocktail party tomorrow night? I called all the big brands in Yangcheng and chose one for you to choose evening dresses."

Su Miaomiao said happily: "Okay!"

Ding Ying, who was graceful and handsome in denim shorts, showed off her white legs, and Yue Jia, the royal sister with wheat-colored skin and hair bun, sat on the sofa with red wine glasses and folded legs, both smiling slightly.

Naturally, a mature beauty like them could see that Su Miaomiao was cooperating with Song Yi. But Song Yi actually said that at midnight, people from big brands would send evening dresses to them for them to choose from. Is it so awesome? Which brand would agree to come?

The two of them decided to take a look before talking.

Li Xue, who was plump and fair-looking, and Ning Dong, who was wearing a black dress and white stockings, were a little shocked by Song Yi's tone. "Ah?" said curiously: "Mr. Song (Senior Song), is it true?" They were a little surprised and expectant.

Wang Jingyi, who is 1.72 meters tall and looks slender and graceful in high heels, naturally obeys Song Yi's intention. She sat quietly beside Song Yi, leaning against the sofa, and she felt a little drunk. She really had never had the experience of drinking half a glass of red wine in one breath.

Of course Huang Sixian would not dismantle Song Yi's platform. Her big eyes flashed and she laughed: "Mr. Song, what brand is it? If there are high-order evening dresses such as Dior and Chanel, we can only look at them and can't afford them."

Song Yi first nodded to the plump and beautiful woman with glasses, the petite and charming Ning Dong, and then said to Huang Sixian: "I don't know what brand yet, I'll ask someone to call to ask." As he said that, Su Miaomiao had already taken Song Yi's handbag over the other side of the sofa. Song Yi took out a Huawei phone from it, walked to the second bedroom inside, dialed the assistant Chen Ke's phone, and ordered: "A Ke, I'm in the presidential suite of Four Seasons Hotel, want to choose the evening gowns for a few friends for tomorrow's party, and ask me how many luxury brands in Yangcheng are willing to come here to provide services? If you are willing to let them come directly, I asked the butler of the suite to wait in the hotel lobby on the 70th floor."

"Okay, Brother Song." Chen Ke agreed, smiled softly and asked, "Brother Song, how many girlfriends are you? You are still wandering outside at night. Are you not afraid that the two heroines at the airport will come to have a heart-to-heart talk to you this morning?"

In the Shura Festival in the morning, she and Su Su were at the scene. She also saw a charming beauty smiling secretly at Brother Song. She didn't dare to get on with this scene. Oh my god, it's so scary.

Regarding Chen Ke, Song Yi would not hang up the phone immediately and said with a smile: "It's a number you can't imagine anyway. Zhitong and Yuchu have elders coming with them. It's impossible for them to call me out for a drink at night."

"Puchi!" The beautiful and refined little secretary laughed, and said with resentment and sweetness: "Brother Song, you are such a scumbag! You are so sure of women's psychology! How could I fall in love with you? I'm dead, please pay attention to your health."

Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Song Yi couldn't help but curl up his lips: "Little girl!" He was planning to coax her. It was rare that the little girl acted coquettishly to him.

How cool is the world of rich people? The next is the moment of witnessing.

Song Yi called the phone and the first-tier luxury brands with stores in Yangcheng were willing to send service staff to serve. The strategies include: Dior, Chanel, Hermes, LV, Givenchy, Gucci, and Prada.

The butler in the presidential suite first led Dior's staff in. They brought picture albums, tablets, and several physical skirts.

The beautiful women in the suite were shocked by the scene. Including Su Miaomiao and Huang Sixian, they neither expected such considerate service. Didn’t they say that luxury goods are all arrogant? Where are Is I there if you buy them or not? What about now?

Two mature beauties, Ding Ying and Yue Jia, looked at Song Yi with shock and inexplicable expressions.

When several beauties were surrounded by Dior's service staff, Song Yi smiled and drank a drink, and said to Wang Jingyi, a young woman who was drunk next to him, "Jingyi, come with me."

"Oh, okay." Wang Jingyi smiled and followed Song Yi to the master bedroom and walked into the largest bathroom.

Song Yi hung the bathroom door, instantly blocking the noise of the living room, admiring Wang Jingyi's gentle and pretty beauty: her head of curly hair shawls, her nose and pink lips. She wore a lilac mid-skirt with graceful curves and a piece of crystal clear legs exposed.

"Jingyi, do you like these brands of evening dresses? I'll give you a dress."

Wang Jingyi had admiration in her beautiful eyes, and said in a crisp voice: "Of course I like it. Senior Song, it's not used. It's too expensive. I just took a sneak peek at the price. A skirt costs at least more than 500,000 yuan."

"Silly girl!" Song Yi smiled and reached out to gently stroke Wang Jingyi's pretty face, holding a red wine glass in one hand, "Jingyi, in my heart, you are the most beautiful woman tonight, do you know? Senior, I can't help it." He straightened the hair on her pretty face and lowered his head to kiss her.

Wang Jingyi was actually a little confused at this time. She had a good impression of this senior who had a successful career and a handsome appearance. After all, she had just helped her solve the employment problem. And he also called and mobilized so many big brands to serve them. This made her witness his "power" and made her involuntarily admire him. But this does not mean that she had to do it with him.
Chapter completed!