My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 107 The Beautiful Hostess

"A gun? What gun?" Han Caiying gave Su Xuan a once-over. "You don’t have a gun on you at all?"

"How can you not see such a big gun?" Su Xuan did a classic dance move, hitching up his stride.

Han Caiying tried her best to suppress the black lines that were about to emerge on her forehead and cursed herself for even expecting a straight answer from him.

"Jerk." After scolding Su Xuan, Han Caiying quickly walked away; she also had to deal with the aftermath of the commotion caused by Zhong Ge.

Watching the policewoman sister run off, Su Xuan secretly regretted not finding an excuse to make her stay. He had driven her away too quickly.

Lost in thought, Su Xuan, whose stomach was protesting with hunger, headed straight into a nearby place that sold fried dough sticks.

He had been woken up early by Lai Shiyi and hadn’t had a chance to eat yet.

With a face full of enjoyment, Su Xuan started eating the fried dough sticks and drinking soy milk, but his attention was quickly drawn to a dazzling figure on the television.

It was that beautiful journalist who had wanted to interview him after he received the title of Food God but was interrupted by Chen Wanqing—Yan Fangfei.

"Isn’t she a reporter? How did she become a host?" Su Xuan wondered to himself, staring at Yan Fangfei on the screen.

Yan Fangfei, hosting a cooking show on television, wore an extremely neat and simple white blazer, giving her an incredibly refreshing appearance.

Her pleasant face, slender figure, and the friendly smile that she wore no matter what she was doing made her more and more attractive the longer one looked. She was definitely the kind of girl who becomes prettier the more you look at her.

"I remember she always wanted to interview me. If I don’t hit on her now, how can I live up to my reputation as a small-time Casanova?"

Su Xuan narcissistically gave himself a nickname, took out his cellphone, pondered for a moment, and then quickly dialed a number.

Yan Fangfei’s name only crossed Su Xuan’s eyes once before it was etched into his memory. For many years, whenever he was interested in something, his memory became exceptionally good.

And right now, beautiful women were his utmost interest.

Soon, the call connected, and a pleasant, friendly-sounding Mandarin voice came through the phone, "Hello, who is this?"

"Big beauty Yan, do you still remember me?" Su Xuan closed his eyes, listening to the pleasant voice.

"I’m sorry, I don’t recall. May I know why you’re calling? If there’s nothing specific, I’ll have to hang up," Yan Fangfei said, ready to end the call.

Su Xuan rolled his eyes helplessly, feeling a little wounded, "It’s Su Xuan, but never mind if you don’t remember."

"Su Xuan?" Yan Fangfei’s voice rose by an octave. After a moment of silence, her tone suddenly warmed, "You’re the Cooking God Su Xuan, right? Oh, it’s my fault, I didn’t save your number. Do you have time to do the interview now?"

Pleased with such a reaction, a smug smile crossed Su Xuan’s lips as he feigned displeasure, "I thought you didn’t remember me?"

Thinking Su Xuan was upset, Yan Fangfei hastily explained, "It’s not like that; I’ve been getting prank calls lately, and I didn’t recognize your voice right away. That’s why I said that."

Su Xuan nodded. As a beautiful TV host, she naturally attracted the attention of more creeps. He casually asked, "Where are you now? I’ll come to find you."

"Really?" Yan Fangfei said excitedly, "I’m on Qingshan Road’s pedestrian street, at a lingerie shop called Schonell. Do you have time to come over? If you’re busy, I can come to you after I finish shopping."

"I have time, of course, I have time. Just wait there for me; I’ll be right over," Su Xuan suddenly felt excited.

In this era of advanced internet, women who have the confidence to shop in lingerie stores tend not to have bad figures.

After all, girls with A or even A-minus cup sizes don’t have the confidence to let a salesperson pick out lingerie for them; they almost always shop online, discreetly.

Ending the call, Su Xuan dashed towards Qingshan Road like a gust of wind.

Fenghua Group was already located in a bustling area of Qingshan City, and where he was, wasn’t far from Qingshan Road.

Five minutes later, Su Xuan, with eyes like scanners, quickly found the lingerie shop named Schonell, and through the transparent glass window, he saw Yan Fangfei inside, holding up a black bra against herself.

"That bra is of the tight-fitting type. Although it’s a D cup as well, your figure is clearly a bit larger than a D cup. It will feel a bit tight on your chest if you wear it," Su Xuan said out loud, walking into the lingerie shop with an air of experience.

"Su Xuan?" Yan Fangfei turned and saw Su Xuan with a smile on her face, but she felt a bit embarrassed by his remark, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush. Looking at Su Xuan with an ambiguous gaze, she said, "I didn’t expect you to be such an expert. You seem very experienced; you must often choose lingerie for your girlfriend."

"I don’t have a girlfriend yet," Su Xuan blurted out instinctively, temporarily pushing Chen Wanqing to the back of his mind.

What he said was also the truth; regardless of whether it were Chen Wanqing or the Lin Family sisters, none of them would admit to being his girlfriend.

When facing a new beauty, how could he give up the advantageous status of being single?

"No way," Yan Fangfei’s beautiful eyes twinkled with mirth, "I remember that Fenghua Group’s President Chen has quite a fondness for you."

"She’s my secretary now," Su Xuan said, tilting his head to think, "Maybe my girlfriend in the future, but not yet."

"How could Chen Wanqing possibly be your secretary?" Yan Fangfei clearly didn’t believe him.

Su Xuan’s eyes swept around the lingerie store, and he casually picked up a hollow black bra, handing it to Yan Fangfei, "Let’s not talk about her. Try this bra on, it’s definitely a perfect fit for you."

When he was with a beauty, the biggest taboo was talking about another girl. How could Su Xuan not understand that?

"This..." Looking at the hollow bra, Yan Fangfei felt a bit shy about accepting it; such a bra was almost akin to lingerie, and she had never worn anything so bold.

"Just try it on, I guarantee it’s a perfect fit," Su Xuan encouraged, his eyes full of anticipation.

Yan Fangfei reluctantly took it, also curious about Su Xuan’s judgment, "Alright then, I’ll give it a try."

Yan Fangfei walked towards the fitting room, but Su Xuan followed closely behind her. As she entered the fitting room and attempted to close the door, Su Xuan pushed his head in as well.

"What are you trying to do by coming in here?" Yan Fangfei’s eyes widened in alarm.

"Since I chose the clothes for you, I should naturally watch you try them on. If there’s any issue, I can give you some advice," Su Xuan said as if it were a matter of course.

With a look of exasperation, Yan Fangfei had long since realized Su Xuan’s quirky personality. However, being a host, she reacted quickly, her eyes darting around before she said, "Su Xuan, I’m a bit thirsty right now. Could you get me a drink, please?"

A beauty’s request—Su Xuan naturally wouldn’t refuse. He nodded, "Okay." Just as he had ducked out, he heard a "bang" as the fitting room door shut.

"I..." A million alpacas stampeded in Su Xuan’s mind. He inwardly sighed at being cunningly outplayed by this clever woman without a trace. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Despite that, Su Xuan still trotted off to buy a drink—after all, he had promised a beauty; how could he refuse?

To Su Xuan’s dismay, there were no drinks for sale in the upscale mall, forcing him to run to the mall entrance to buy two cups of milk tea and return.

When he was looking forward to seeing Yan Fangfei in the hollow lingerie, he instead found her, her clothes slightly disheveled, being shoved to the entrance by a fat woman.

"I told you to get out, didn’t you hear me? Do you want me to get physical? I’m clearing this store out for a private event," a fifty-something fat woman commanded, seizing Yan Fangfei’s arm with her greasy, fat hand.

"Ouch, can’t you be gentle? I’ll leave, okay? Can you let me take my things with me?" Yan Fangfei endured the pain in her arm, pointing to her bag in the storage area.

Jealousy filled the fat woman as she compared her own age and appearance to Yan Fangfei’s blossoming youth, and looked down at her own sow-like figure. With mounting resentment, she yelled at a man who resembled a bouncer nearby, "San, go throw that bag out!"

"Yes, Sister Hong." San nodded obsequiously as he took Yan Fangfei’s white handbag and flung it directly at her head.

"Ah..." Yan Fangfei cried out in alarm, her face filled with distress. Instinctively, she shielded her head with her hands.

Whoosh! The next moment, Yan Fangfei felt a gust of wind. After a wait, she didn’t feel anything strike her, and when she looked up, she saw a furious but handsome Su Xuan, holding her handbag in his hand.

"Su Xuan, you’re back, that’s really great, let’s go," Yan Fangfei straightened out her clothes, mustering a weak smile. Not wanting to cause trouble, she took hold of Su Xuan’s arm to leave.

"No way!" Su Xuan flatly refused, not moving an inch as he pointed at the fat woman and the two bouncers, "Fat woman, I demand you apologize to Fangfei, and you two, kneel down."

"Oh, you little brat, how dare you call me fat woman! San, teach this ignorant kid a lesson," the fat woman fumed, her whole body quivering with anger, gesticulating with her pork knuckle-like arms, perfectly manicured but resembling pig trotters in Su Xuan’s eyes.

"Got it."

San and his colleague looked disdainfully at Su Xuan, dressed like a laborer, and loosened their wrists. "Kid, if you’re smart, you’ll scram now; otherwise, you’ll probably be kneelin’ and beggin’ for mercy when we start beatin’ you up," one of them said.

"Really?" A flicker of pity passed through Su Xuan’s eyes as he looked at the two bouncers, oblivious to how over their heads they were.