Mo Mansion, Song Qiyue is not the first time to come.
He Sangsang came to meet her, "Miss Song, please."
After passing the parking garage, there was a car parked in it. It was Mr. Mo's car.
As for Mr. Kang's car, I didn't see it.
The side hall of the mansion was far away from the open-air promenade, but it was facing the pond.
The water in the pool is clear and green, very clear, with rocks, but still nothing is planted. In the side hall, there are carpets with rich peony blossoms that are the same as those in the main hall. Apart from some simple furniture, the hall is very concise. There are only some paintings hanging on the wall, and no other furnishings. Although the ink is dark, it looks empty.
He Sangsang walked in front, pushed the door of the side hall open for her, and invited her inside.
When Song Qiyue walked in, she saw a solid wood rocking chair placed in front.
The man sitting in the rocking chair is Mr. Mo.
He was lying in it with his back facing her, and the eaves were a curtain of water letting down, a rocking chair that didn't move, and his back, like a silent oil painting.
Song Qiyue walked quietly, she walked to his side and leaned against the wall.
Song Qiyue didn't make a sound after hearing the ding-dong of the eaves running water.
I saw that Mo Zhengyan had a handsome side face, and his expression was very indifferent.
After a while, the drops of water stopped and the surroundings became quiet. He said lightly, "Here."
Song Qiyue answered, "Yes, but uncle, didn't you let Sangsang tell me that Young Master Kang is here?"
But since I entered, I haven't seen Kang Ziwen at all!
Mo Zhengyan whispered, "He's gone, just half an hour ago."
Song Qiyue believed that there was no need for Mr. Mo to lie to her, "Half an hour ago? So when Sangsang called me, he had already left?"
"My dear uncle, what are you going to do when you fooled me?" Song Qiyue asked.
"Where did I lie to you? From beginning to end, I haven't said that Kang Ziwen is still with me."
Song Qiyue was speechless, really couldn't pick out his sting, and could only surrender, "Yes, I was too impatient, so I came here."
"You are so worried about Kang Ziwen, why are you afraid that he will do something to me?" He said with a smile.
"Ha, did he do it to you?" Song Qiyue also smiled, "It's obviously impossible."
Even if Kang Ziwen had beaten Shao Fei with his hands, it was an accident, when Shao Fei was unprepared.
"How can it be impossible." Mo Zhengyan said, "The rabbit will bite people in a hurry."
He actually compared Young Master Kang to a rabbit, which was really weak.
Song Qiyue said, "First, Kang's family has a relationship with Mo's family. Young Master Kang has always been respectful and polite to you, Mr. Mo, and he will not do anything unusual. Come on, Mr. Mo, you don’t look like this. People who can easily be attacked by others."
"Moreover, this is your place again. If you are really beaten by someone, then I will buy a lottery right away, and I will definitely win the prize tomorrow. The probability is the same as that of Mars hitting the earth, and it will cost thousands or trillions. Years." She joked, and Mo Zhengyan slowly opened his eyes.
He half-squinted his eyes and looked at her sideways. Looking at her from this angle, Mr. Mo was really charming.
"Then you are actually worried, I did it to him?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
Song Qiyue shook her fingers, "It's basically impossible."
"Mr. Mo, you are not so impetuous, you can do such boring things." She smiled and concluded.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Then you come back."
"But even if what I just said is true, it is inevitable that there will be accidents." Song Qiyue changed her position, and she went on to say, "I said before, what happens when people are not calm? Will happen."
"If you are really upset and beat up Mr. Kang, I don't think Chairman Kang can do anything with you." She couldn't help sighing.
Mo Zhengyan raised the corners of his mouth, "After saying so much, I am not afraid that I will do it to him."
"Why, distressed?" he asked.
Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows, "It's not that distressed, it's just that I feel a little sorry."
"I think Kang Ziwen will come to visit you today, and it is almost always related to me. This matter, in any case, is still caused by me, and I can't shirk the blame."
"Don't worry, you won't be the target of the public." Mo Zhengyan said.
"Kang Ziwen is unscathed." He gave the answer.
Song Qiyue felt relieved, "Uncle, you really have a lot of grown-ups."
"Well, since there is nothing wrong, then I won't bother my uncle to rest, I will leave first." Song Qiyue is about to leave.
Mo Zhengyan stopped her aloud, "You are not curious at all, what did he tell me when he came here?"
"If I want to know, what would you say? If you say, then I will stay for a while." Song Qiyue replied.
Although, she actually really wants to know what Kang Ziwen said.
At this time, the butler knocked on the door lightly and entered, "Sir, the afternoon tea is ready, would you like to use it."
This is not the afternoon when Mr. Mo’s tea time comes.
Mo Zhengyan looked at Song Qiyue, "Sit down and talk."
Song Qiyue understood, she didn't refuse, "Okay, then you're welcome."
The food in Mansion Mo was exquisite. Song Qiyue had eaten here in Haicheng earlier, and the taste is still fresh in my memory.
In this afternoon tea, Song Qiyue even appreciates its finesse.
People directly moved the dining chair to the side hall, and brought a series of meals.
Song Qiyue watched the housekeeper and the servants busy for a while, and she couldn't help sighing when the table was decorated like a five-star restaurant.
"Uncle, your housekeeper must be a first-class restaurant manager to be a restaurant manager." Song Qiyue sat down.
Mo Zhengyan just smiled, and the housekeeper poured tea for her.
This tea is Longjing, and Song Qiyue drank it, but the fragrance of this tea is particularly tangy, and the taste is particularly good.
Song Qiyue was curious, "Drink a good tea, maybe you put poppies in it?"
When the butler heard this, he was taken aback, and then said, "Miss, tea is made with spring water, so the fragrance of tea is better than ordinary tea."
"It turned out to be like this. I was talking nonsense just now." Song Qiyue didn't make trouble with her uncles and uncles, so she quickly apologized.
She turned her gaze, staring at the snacks, she was already greedy, "Then I will start."
Mo Zhengyan sat on the other side, he didn't make a sound, drinking tea quietly.
Song Qiyue on the side could not stop eating at all. A piece of mung bean cake, another piece of red bean rolls, this one had not been swallowed yet, and he took another one in his hand.
"Uncle housekeeper, your cakes are so delicious." Song Qiyue praised while eating.
The butler smiled and was very proud. He nodded and stepped back, "Sir, miss, take it slowly."
Mo Zhengyan glanced at her and saw that she was so happy when she ate, and he was a little bit happy to be stained, "You are really welcome."
"What's so polite about this? Uncle invites me to eat, of course I have to open up and eat." Song Qiyue solved it again.
She took a sip of the tea ceremony, "Uncle, I don't think you have any appetite. Why don't you just talk about what Master Kang said to you when he came here?"
"I think you should be laughing." Mo Zhengyan said.
"Why do I have to laugh."
Mo Zhengyan came one by one, while Song Qiyue listened in silence.
"He came here as a flower protector and told me that he doesn't mind your past because he really likes you."
"He said that he doesn't have my status now, but he will definitely have it in the future."
"Let me stop watching you, like a prisoner."
"Probably, that's it."
Obviously, he summarized the words spoken by Master Kang after his arrival, in a few short sentences.
From these few sentences, Song Qiyue can describe how Kang Ziwen persisted.
Where is the courage of such a weak Kang Ziwen?
For her?
It's a crime.
"After listening to this, were you moved by the behavior of the flower protector?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
Song Qiyue ate the cakes, and she paused, "It's true to say that I'm not touched. I treat him, not as well as him, he is still so desperate for me."
"Are you thinking about marrying him?" He looked sideways at her quiet profile.
"It's a pity." Song Qiyue's voice was very soft.
She smiled and said, "I don't want to let others down, but someone just wants to let me down, ha."
She laughed and couldn't tell the truth from the false, but she was sure that it was somewhat true.
Mo Zhengyan put down the teacup, and just when she was going to get the cake again, she held her arm at once!
"Pain!" Song Qiyue couldn't help but whisper! She is really in pain, and the bruise on her hand is still not getting better, this is the old disease and the new one.
Mo Zhengyan frowned, he let go of his hand, "Come here."
"What are you doing?"
"I can't come any more, just want me to invite you over?"
Song Qiyue was helpless, she got up and walked in front of him.
"Before leaving, he also warned me not to do anything to you again." Mo Zhengyan said slowly, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled down the sleeves of her clothes.
I saw the bruise on her arm. Her skin is not fair, but the bruise is still harsh. Mo Zhengyan immediately called the housekeeper and took the cool and stasis ointment. He asked the housekeeper to unscrew the ointment and he was about to do it himself.
Song Qiyue saw it, and she hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself."
He didn't let her break free, and applied the ointment to her skin, it was a chill, and then it was warm and overlapping.
"When did I touch you?" he asked as he smeared her.
Song Qiyue sighed, "Just sent me back that night. When you were in the car, you wanted the Overlord to bow, but it didn't work."
She didn't dare to resist, because he really hurt her at the time.
"You won't scream pain?"
"If I yelled at the time, would you hear me?"
Mo Zhengyan was silent, seeming to have acquiesced.
At this moment, his behavior was gentle, Song Qiyue didn't move anymore, and she stood and let him give her medicine. Rubbing the ointment for her, Mo Zhengyan said softly, "Are you in such a hurry to marry?"
"It's not that I'm anxious, it's them."
"Do you have to marry?"
"Who knows." Song Qiyue answered ambiguously.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said a word.
His hand was still holding her lightly, and for an instant, his eyes met.
The sound was close, but it seemed very far away.
He said, "If you must marry someone, it's better to marry me."