Warm Marriage Addiction: My Wife Is So Sweet

Chapter 1: Young Master Mo

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Song Qiyue worked as a female publicist for three years.

Female PR is a very sensitive word.

Almost will equate with the young lady, accompany the men to entertain the men, hang around among the men.

It is hard to imagine that a female publicist will still be pure.

Song Qiyue thinks so too.

Most of the brothels in those TV dramas and novels will have a mysterious woman. She maintains a noble sentiment that is not in harmony with the secular, and she is also proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Then countless men will come to meet her, but she still doesn't pick up guests.

This is simply a miracle.

Song Qiyue is not clear, but he is not a miss.

There is a man behind her, and they meet every week.

The location is of course in the hotel.

That's right, she is just his shameless lover.

But Song Qiyue feels that love between men and women is actually very common.

As for his identity, he is very famous and mysterious in their circle.

Of course, this is something later.

Tonight, Song Qiyue invited Mr. Liu to meet his client in Jingfuxuan, a high-end restaurant in Hong Kong.

As a qualified female PR, Song Qiyue certainly can't keep clients waiting, so she arrived early in the morning.

Seeing Mr. Liu coming in from a distance, Song Qiyue hurried up to greet him.

"Mr. Liu, please, please here!"

"Manager Song, have you waited for a long time? It's rude to let you wait here for such a beautiful woman!"

"Wherever, as long as Mr. Liu is willing to come, I will be willing to wait for a long time!"

Mr. Liu is nearly 50 years old, his face is shiny, and he knows that his daily life is very generous.

Here Song Qiyue greeted Mr. Liu to go inside, and suddenly shouted behind her ears, causing everyone to look back in surprise.

"Mr. Mo, you are here, your box is reserved for you..." That was the lobby manager, who was still chatting with them one second before, and the next second he saw another golden figure approaching in front of him.

The man's suit was stiff, without a trace of folds, so stiff as if he had just taken it out of a clothing store.

And the white shirt is more and more eye-catching.

One black and one white are the two most orthodox colors in the world.

Just like his identity, no one can match this orthodoxy.

Under the light, his deep facial features are fortitude and handsome. At this moment, he is stained with the halo of the glass crystal lamp. There is a hint of beauty, and the tearful mole under the corner of the eye is like the extreme ink stained in the oil painting. . The color of his eyes is black, and there is a slight distance in the depths of his eyes, so graceful and luxurious.

It seems that when he is in bed, a trace of scarlet appears in his eyes.

Look, it's sultry.

"It's Mo's elder!" Mr. Liu's secretary whispered in his ear, and Mr. Liu's eyes were full of surprises!

Of course Song Qiyue knew him, a well-known young man in your circle.

He is quite familiar with Song Qiyue.

Yes, he is the man behind her.

Song Qiyue likes to call him Mr. Mo.

Song Qiyue looked at Mr. Mo who suddenly appeared in front of him, looked at his tie, but didn't wear anything.

She gave him a tie clip before.

Qian Jingwan asked him to wear it, but it still didn't.

"Mr. Mo, it's a coincidence that you are here today too..." Mr. Liu hurriedly went over and fawned eagerly.

However, Mr. Mo just nodded politely, and the secretary accepted the other party's business card and walked away.

When passing by Song Qiyue, Yu Guang didn't even give one.

He is arrogant like a creature from another world, completely arrogant!

Mr. Liu's hot face stuck to the cold bench, and he could only sneer.

"Oh, Mr. Liu, I'll accompany you in!" Song Qiyue smiled and finished the game, but thought in her heart, Jing Fuxuan, the lobby manager, really listened to all directions, well, I should dig such a person back. Come and use it yourself.

...

At ten o'clock in the evening, someone asked Song Qiyue to meet at the hotel.

Of course this is Mr. Mo.

In the high-rise suite of the Kyoto Hotel, Song Qiyue gave herself a glass of wine.

Leaning on the window sill, she looked at the bathroom in front of her.

The frosted glass circle drew a tall reflection of the man, and Song Qiyue shook the glass lightly, counting boredly.

one two Three……

The wall lamp is faintly lemon yellow, which makes the atmosphere very blurred.

The wet drops of water dripped, and the man was wearing a bathrobe while walking out naked. He tied a loose knot around his waist. His figure was long and straight. If compared to a model, it would be better than a model. , There is absolutely nothing worse than the past.

Song Qiyue was not praised for the beautiful man going out in the bath, Mr. Mo's figure is really good.

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