Where does Mr. Mo usually say such horrible things in the public?
"Uncle, you don't have a fever?" She couldn't help asking.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Do you think I am sick?"
"Even if you don't have a fever, you still have a cold." Song Qiyue nodded, "Otherwise, why would you say this, um, such a beautiful thing?"
I almost blurted out "flesh" and "disgusting", but fortunately, I swallowed it in time. She was still not used to his intimate touch. Song Qiyue took the napkin and wiped her mouth.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "I say that, you are not used to it?"
"is a bit."
"I thought we have been together for so long, you have already got used to it." Mo Zhengyan said.
Song Qiyue looked at him and said, "Please, when I was with you, it was only a few months. Really, it’s just a few hours to meet in a day. Except for going to bed, the rest The time is only a handful."
"You always speak so directly?" Mo Zhengyan already knew the way she spoke.
"Yes."
She has always been so unobstructed and used to it, but sometimes he still needs to digest it.
"What's the conclusion?" he asked rhetorically.
She raised her eyebrows and responded naturally, "So, we are really not that familiar."
"It doesn't matter," he replied with a good temper, "I was not familiar with it before, but now there are opportunities."
His eyes were very calm and calm, and there was a terrible feeling when they were so calm.
That seems to be affirmation!
As if she was a prey, and he was hunting, he had already determined that she would not be able to escape his circle. This feeling is really not a taste, and it makes her depressed.
"I can't say that. Opportunities come and go quickly." Song Qiyue smiled at him, and there was no time to stay.
She put down her napkin and said, "Thank you, uncle, for inviting me to have soup. I'm leaving."
She was about to get up, but Mo Zhengyan stretched out his hand at this moment and grabbed her jaw!
There is an illusion of being restrained in this posture!
"Uncle, I really don't like being molested like this." Song Qiyue's eyes drenched, and she waved away his hand holding her jaw.
Mo Zhengyan didn't continue to harass her either, but just stared at her and said, "It will be long in the future, I'm not in a hurry, you have to get used to it slowly."
Song Qiyue was a little stunned by his staring at him, and he warned again, "Go, go back early."
"At twelve o'clock at the latest, the girl who doesn't return at midnight will be punished." He smiled and gave the announcement.
Song Qiyue thought this was crazy!
Returning to Chu Yan's private room, Song Qiyue smiled and sat down. As she greeted the bosses, Chu Yan's voice came, "Where have you died?"
"I met someone and went to a door."
"I think it's your old friend, okay."
"Xiaoyan, you must have been broken by Feier." Song Qiyue responded softly, laughing and drinking.
The dinner was over at eight o'clock this evening, and the person in this group was tossed around. When leaving, he happened to pass the corridor along the road, and also passed the private room where Mr. Mo was just now.
Song Qiyue took a look. The inside had been cleaned up long ago, and the waiter was standing outside.
No trace of Mr. Mo.
It seems that he has gone.
...
Leaving the hotel, the group went to the sensual place. The two main places for entertainment are either dinner or entertainment. Today, Song Qiyue is no stranger to the club they went to.
It is-Lan Kwai Fong.
Last year, Song Qiyue was still working in Wuzhou, and came to Haicheng on a business trip. The person in charge of the partner's partner company was here to entertain and entertain.
At that time, Song Lianheng was there and Mo Zhengyan was there.
The quality of Lan Kwai Fong is good, and it is also a popular place for wealthy businessmen and celebrities. A deluxe private room was booked, and a group of people were arranged to go in first. After taking a gap, Song Qiyue and Chu Yan both came out to touch up their makeup, and breathed out by the way.
Song Qiyue knew Chu Yan's intentions, she looked in the mirror and said, "The chosen place is of high standard."
If you choose some lavish nightclubs, you will not be able to raise the identity of these ore owners, nor will they be in their eyes. Lan Kwai Fong is different. Talents who know how to enjoy and have an elegant temperament will come.
"But, your budget is enough?" Song Qiyue asked with a smile.
Chu Yan smiled knowingly, "If you want to take down the local tyrants, you have to spend some capital."
"Insufficient budget is not a problem, just wait for the boss to pay the bill." Song Qiyue also smiled.
After the two women finished their powder makeup, they both came out, intending to return.
In the corridor, they went to the private room, and when they passed the elevator, the elevator came up and stopped.
A group of people came out inside.
The man surrounded by others, he is extraordinary.
Chu Yan saw the opponent at a glance, and Song Qiyue also saw it.
The man's black hair is not as pure as ink, and the tips of his hair are tinged with a faint brown under the light. The neckline of his shirt was slightly open, and the exposed neck was a piece of wheat-colored skin, strong and lean. It can be seen that he loves sunshine sports very much.
Looking over from this angle, his eyes are covered by eyelashes, and the bridge of his nose is tall, his upper lip is plump and his lower lip is thin, very sexy.
"Zhou, here, please." The subordinates led the way, and he respectfully shouted.
The man slowly turned around to meet them.
As soon as he met him head-on, it was really clear. That face is really a wonderful work of God's hand. And the man met them, his eyes were widened, and suddenly his eyes were fixed because he saw them.
As if to recognize someone.
Chu Yan moved his lips, "Recognize?"
Chu Yan was certain that she had never met this man, so it was impossible for her to react.
Then there is only the one next to him.
Song Qiyue naturally knew each other, and she nodded.
Between his eyebrows, there are some similarities to his, but not exactly the same. Earlier, he said: Because we are not a parent.
Song Qiyue knew that he had recognized her.
She went to meet him, stopped in front of him, and shouted politely, "Big Brother Zhou."
Zhou Jingcun also stopped. He looked at her and smiled slightly, "It's July."
When Chu Yan saw this, she smiled at Zhou Jingcun, and then said to Song Qiyue, "I'll go back first."
Song Qiyue nodded.
"When did you come back?" Zhou Jingcun asked.
"Just a few days ago." Song Qiyue replied briefly. She smiled and said politely, "I should have visited Brother Zhou, but I know you must be busy, so it's not good to bother me."
"I knew you were back, so I should have invited you." He still smiled.
"Don't be so polite."
"Have you seen him?" Zhou Jingcun asked with a smile, the person who was referring to is unknown.
In the next second, he slowly said, "My younger brother is really ignorant, so he won't come and tell me."
Zhou Jingcun, Zhou's father and son.
He and Zhou Suhe are half brothers.
"It's nothing important for me to come back. Su He doesn't say it, probably because I am afraid to disturb you, Brother Zhou, after all, I am busy on business." Song Qiyue said softly.
Zhou Jingcun looked at her, "July, I haven't seen you for so long."
"You are still the same as when you were a kid, protecting him like this." Zhou Jingcun said quietly.