After Song Qingyu finished his work, he returned to Jiangcheng with Mo Beiyan.
Before handing over work, I had an appointment with Liu Chongjin for dinner.
"Mr. Liu, this cooperation case will be handed over to VV in the future. I have to go to school and have other jobs. I am sorry that I can't spare time." Song Qingyu took the lead in raising the wine glass.
After all, it was her side that caused the other side's troubles.
Although Mo Beiyan was not happy that she did this, there was nothing she could do.
To support his daughter-in-law's career, as long as she doesn't run away with other men, he must support her no matter what.
Others may not understand the sour taste in him, but the most empathetic thing is Xiangyang.
Look at Bai Qingyu's actions, and think about her own woman taking over Bai Qingyu's job, and cooperating with a good man like Liu Chongjin, which man is not upset
However, after taking a look at Mo Beiyan, even though Mo Beiyan's face was not very good-looking, he did not say anything unpleasant from beginning to end.
Is it because he is about to be liberated, or is he really trusting Bai Qingyu
"Before I went to Jiangcheng to contact Blue Whale Technology to promote cooperation, I had heard of Miss Dou's style. Miss Dou, but a hero of women's high school!" Liu Chongjin took the official tone and after drinking a toast in Bai Qingyu, he took the initiative to face the future partner Raise the wine glass.
Dou Weiwei smiled, raised the wine glass generously, and said: "In the future, please Mr. Liu to mention more!"
Xiang Yang was naturally unhappy, but with Mo Beiyan as an example in front, he also resisted the urge to help Dou Weiwei drink.
The two sour men didn't say a word, and the meal was fairly harmonious. Later, when Liu Chongjin brought up some topics in the business district, Mo Beiyan would also say a few words along with it.
They were all business leaders, Xiang Yang didn't want Liu Chongjin to focus too much on his own woman, so he joined the chat.
After a meal, everything was fine.
After bidding farewell to Liu Chongjin, Mo Beiyan and Song Qingyu were about to catch a plane.
Because Mo Beiyan came here by civil aviation, they also took a flight back this time.
"You two are going back to celebrate the New Year, right?" Song Qingyu raised an eyebrow and asked.
Dou Weiwei nodded: "Of course, family members will not allow not going home for the New Year."
Song Qingyu smiled and said, "Then you must have a small gathering during the Chinese New Year, and call you at that time."
"Okay." Dou Weiwei nodded and smiled at her.
After sending Song Qingyu and Mo Beiyan away, Xiang Yang suddenly said: "Why didn't I find that you were so happy talking with Bai Qingyu before?"
Dou Weiwei was taken aback.
She didn't talk to Song Qingyu very much before, did she
"I knew that talking to her would make you more cheerful, so I should persuade you to ask her to play with her often." Xiang Yang felt a little regretful.
Maybe, she should really let her make more friends
She had joy in her heart, and her face was much better for him.
At least this time after Bai Qingyu's call, she did not insist on emigrating. Although the two exchanged a three-month agreement, the relationship is much better than in the past few months.
Dou Weiwei thought it was funny: "I didn't know who it was before. Bai Qingyu called me to go out to have fun. He always stopped me and found various reasons not to let me go."
She paused, and still took the initiative to reach out to embrace Xiangyang's arm.
Xiang Yang was very satisfied with her actions, bowed her head and kissed her on the face, and said, "I won't stop then, can't it?"
"It depends on your performance!" Dou Weiwei raised his eyebrows, but his eyes were smiling.
Seeing her doing this, Xiang Yang felt much more relaxed.
"It's good for me to get familiar with the working environment here these days. It's not an option if I don't have a head in the company. Or should you go back first?" Dou Weiwei put forward his opinion.
Xiang Yang is naturally unwilling: "I'll wait for you, and it will only take a few days. Bai Qingyu has gone back, so if you have anything to let her go to the company."
Dou Weiwei: "..."
Take your time and don't worry.
There are many rules in the New Year of the Mohist school, because there are many people, and it is relatively lively.
Although Song Qingyu is not yet considered as the head mother of the Mo family, since everyone has identified her, they basically regard her as the future mistress, so many of the etiquettes of the New Year will be explained to her.
Especially, Zhai Baoshu's health was not good, so she was even busier when she returned to the Mo family.
"I thought I was back for vacation." Song Qingyu had been busy for a day, throwing herself into the big bed after taking a shower, and smashed in the air.
Mo Beiyan stood by the bed, reaching out to unbutton the buttons on her shirt one by one, and was amused to see her unlovable look: "Who makes you so capable, you have to take part in everything. If you do. Instead of entrusting that work to Dou Weiwei, what do you think you will be busy with?"
"That job is for Dou Weiwei to go over." Song Qingyu closed his eyes, put an arm on his forehead to cover his eyes, and said: "She is just to escape Xiangyang. Perhaps this is also a turning point."
Thinking of Xiangyang's dominance and possessiveness towards Dou Weiwei, Mo Beiyan shuddered slightly.
Fortunately, he reined in time on the precipice. If he had maintained the same mentality as before, he was afraid that he would also be embarking on the old road of sunshine.
Of course, this is also related to Song Qingyu's personality, Song Qingyu is more feminine than Dou Weiwei!
While Mo Beiyan was lucky, he also felt very superior.
Look, how nice is his wife
"Okay, I'll take a shower and press your back for you, huh?"
"Really?" Song Qing opened her eyes quickly, with a bright smile in her eyes.
Mo Beiyan chuckled, "Fake, don't you want it?"
Song Qingyu's face immediately burst into a smile: "Yes! How can you not!"
After speaking, she crawled over and exposed her back. The girl in cotton pajamas, even this way, still couldn't hide her graceful posture.
Mo Beiyan stretched out his hand and rubbed her waist, spoilingly said: "Wait for a while, I will wash it soon."
"Yeah." Song Qingyu squinted his eyes.
He said it very quickly, and it really was very fast.
After about five or six minutes of fighting baths, he didn't even wear his pajamas, put on his breasts, and came out.
Song Qingyu looked back and saw that there were still drops of water on his body, and suddenly said disgustedly: "It's winter, can you not get wet?"
Mo Beiyan had prepared early, took the bath towel out from behind, and said, "I can't wipe it from behind."
That's justified!
Song Qingyu still didn't understand what he meant, and shook him, but took the bath towel and wiped the water on his back, while wiping it, and said: "If you want to massage me, you have to take back a little in return."
Hearing, Mo Beiyan just smiled without speaking.
After wiping, Song Qingyu lay down again, and Mo Beiyan began to massage her.
Uncle Mo massage does not have any professional level, after all, he has never learned it. He just listened to Song Qing's words, rubbing wherever he gets tired, with a moderate strength, as long as it can give her a little relief.
Kneading the neck and shoulders bit by bit, even if it is not professional, it feels quite comfortable. Song Qingyu narrowed his eyes and said, "Brother Mo, who have you practiced with recently?"
"Take a pillow to practice!" The mention of Mo Beiyan made me very resentful.
Knowing that he had been reminding himself to guard the vacancy for a long time, Song Qingyu couldn't help feeling funny.
Feeling comfortable and relaxed, Song Qingyu slowly fell asleep.
"Oh." Song Qingyu replied in a daze.
This sentence sent myself into the tiger's mouth!
The "we" he said are really "us"!
Song Qingyu was cautious when taking off his body, but he quickly took off his own body, but Song Qingyu was unconscious.
After she realized that the people behind had invaded, she exclaimed, "Mo Beiyan!"
"Yeah." Uncle Mo was refreshed, and his voice was unusually gentle, with a touch of Su Shuang.
Song Qing: "..."
That's it, what kind of virtue is her own man, can she not know