Going to work during the day is naturally busy. Once you get busy, you will leave those troublesome things out of the sky.
It's just a pity that temporary forgetting does not mean that the matter has been resolved.
No, it was just lunch at noon.
Song Qiyue and a group of female staff were chatting about fashion clothes in the department, when a courier came at the door.
The courier said, "Who is Miss Song Qiyue? Here is her express."
"Manager Song! There is your express mail!" The staff shouted immediately.
Song Qiyue suspiciously stepped forward and smiled at the guy, "I am Song Qiyue."
"Miss Song, here is your express mail, please sign for it, please." The courier guy was very young, and his ears were red with such a smile in her eyes.
Song Qiyue signed to receive it. She looked down at the sender of the package, but found that the column was blank.
The people around were booing, "Manager Song, what is it? Open it and show us it!"
"Who knows." Song Qiyue responded, opening the package very generously in front of everyone.
After this opened, it made everyone's eyes shine.
It was a ruby red velvet box, exquisite and delicate, even the box was delicate and clear. When the lid was removed, a dress was greeted by a dress. It was a pearly white color, pure, eye-catching, fine silk, exquisite workmanship, and gleaming in the light.
There was a commotion around, "Wow! Who is so insightful! CocoChanel's private haute couture dress!"
Song Qiyue glanced at the dress, but her attention fell on the card in the box.
She turned the card over and looked at it, and saw Xuan Ang's handwriting in the center of the card, with only four characters-well-known but not!
The content of this card was naturally seen by the women around, and everyone teased, "Manager Song, is it the one who let you go home early last night?"
"Yes, that's the one!" Song Qiyue responded generously.
At the end of the lunch break, Shao Fei carried the gift box into the office for her, "Another poor man who was deceived by you."
Song Qiyue held her head with one hand, "Oh, why is it wrong, you man with a red apricot out of the wall."
Shao Fei glanced at her and left, Song Qiyue looked at the gift box on the side, the red was more dazzling than sunlight.
Mr. Mo, this time, what tricks he is playing again.
It's just that for the next week, Song Qiyue received gifts from this "well-known and unknown" gentleman every day.
From customized dresses to diamond necklaces, from vintage high heels to sky-high stockings, on Friday, underwear bra was directly delivered!
At that time, Song Qiyue was too lazy to sign for the receipt, and the courier boy blushed, "It should be this..."
Song Qiyue sighed and could only smile at him, "Thanks for your hard work."
Behind them, the women yelled unwillingly, "Manager Song, who is this mysterious gentleman? We are so curious about his true face! Please take him out!"
Song Qiyue calmed the crowd and said with a helpless smile, "He's on a business trip, he's not in the country."
...
It was a rare night that there was no entertainment, and I went back to the apartment at eight o'clock in the company. As soon as the car stopped, Song Qiyue saw the opposite car, the man leaning on the body and smoking. He should have been waiting for a while, so a few cigarette butts accumulated on the ground.
The man saw her too, he was holding the cigarette lightly, and the tall figure walked straight towards her.
Song Qiyue also got out of the car and pressed the key to lock it.
Mo Zhengyan also walked in front of her, Song Qiyue supported the body, she raised her eyes and smiled, "Let me guess why you haven't appeared in the past few days. Probably, you have flown abroad again. I just came back today, so I'm here to wait for me."
"It's all right." He smiled, and gently moved his fingers away from her hair against her cheek.
Song Qiyue didn't like this kind of intimacy. She turned her head away, "Do you miss me so?"
"So what about you." He lowered his head and asked, he wanted to be close to her, her intimate posture was like a little other lover.
"Ah, you haven't answered me yet." Song Qiyue jokingly bypassed the topic.
"I think," Mo Zhengyan said with lips almost touching her skin, "sleep with you."