Don't say it was Mrs. Mo, even Sister Jiang, who was listening silently, was surprised.
God knows that in Mo's family, who would dare to speak so boldly with his wife, that is simply presumptuous, and she also answered so imprecisely, this is really shocking!
Madam Mo stared at Song Qiyue, and she also looked at Madam Mo. The two looked at each other for a long time before Madam Mo spoke again, "I heard that Miss Song’s home is in Haicheng, and she is the daughter of the Song family in Haicheng. ."
"Yes, ma'am, Song Zhongchuan is my eldest uncle, and I used to be the deputy manager of the public relations department in Wuzhou." Song Qiyue said.
"The Song family and the Mo family are distant relatives, and you and I are also relatives. According to seniority, Miss Song's uncle, Zheng Yan will also call him elder brother. As for you, Miss Song, you are also my granddaughter." Seniority.
"Madam, how can you be my grandmother? You look so young and beautiful, you are my sister, I think it's pretty much the same." Song Qiyue praised, this is really not polite flattery. It's really great!
"Although the Song family and the Mo family have a distant relative, I have always called Uncle Zhengyan before, but we are not related by blood. As long as we are not close relatives, we have no relationship. The law allows it. My family is very close. Enlightened, I won't oppose it." Song Qiyue smiled, "What's more, this year, uncle and nephew love is popular, and we have caught up with the trend of the times."
Madam Mo doesn’t care if it’s the trend of the times. She won’t be able to defeat her. Her voice was slightly cold. "But I also heard that Ms. Song used to serve as the deputy general manager of the public relations department at Wuzhou Group in Hong Kong. ."
Sure enough, Mrs. Mo had been prepared, Song Qiyue had already been certain that she had already investigated all her background and background. At this moment, Mrs. Mo completely unveiled this layer, and Song Qiyue was even more calm, "En, yes, madam, I used to serve as the deputy manager of the public relations department in Wuzhou Group."
"In this profession, I think Miss Song knows better than I do what it is." Madam Mo smiled.
"Madam, there is another sentence in the book that says that those who are turbid and those who are clear are clear." Song Qiyue said.
"But there is another saying that people who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to Mo are black. Wherever they are, they will portray themselves as what kind of people. It is the same principle that people gather in groups and objects." Madam Mo smiled faintly. .
"But Madam," Song Qiyue said, "the one who is close to Zhu is red and close to ink is black, and there is the second half of the sentence. The sound is harmonious and the sound is clear, the shape is straight and the shadow is straight. If I stand straight and go straight, what Don’t worry, right?"
"Ms. Song likes to read books, so she can pick it up casually." Madam Mo also found that she still has some literary skills, but this is still not enough, Madam Mo said again, "Even if it is Miss Song, she is self-conscious, but What do others think?"
"I don't know what others think, and I can't intervene to correct their thinking. But I know that Zheng Yan won't care." Song Qiyue said with certainty, "If he cares, then he won't either. Marry me and I am married. Madam, you won't sit here and chat with me at this moment."
Madam Mo couldn't beat her several times, and she couldn't get back a round, she couldn't help but sink her eyes.
Sister Jiang saw it by the side. She remained silent, just took out a small spray and sprayed it gently on Madam Mo's side.
The familiar aroma and taste made Song Qiyue raise her eyebrows, and she smiled, "Hey? Madam, do you also use this spray?"
Madam Mo looked at her curiously, and saw that Song Qiyue also took out an identical small spray from the bag. Song Qiyue smiled and said, "Sitting in the office and working, sometimes my chest is tight and uncomfortable. The doctor recommended me to use it. Yes, I feel pretty good. I like this scent, but my wife likes it too."
Who would have thought that they have the same tastes!
Mrs. Mo glanced at her, Song Qiyue also pressed the spray nozzle, gently squirting around, and it turned out to be the same fragrance.
"It seems that you still have some taste." Madam Mo said.
Song Qiyue smiled.
The atmosphere suddenly became more and more weird. In the silence, Mrs. Mo said again, “The Mo family is not a small household in Hong Kong. With the background of Miss Song, she has done public relations, but later came out again. Such things seem to be well-known. You can clear yourself up and ignore others, but what about others?"
"Madam, I understand what you are saying, and I understand your concerns, but people only live for a hundred years. If you have to endure everything, it will be too hard. If you even get married, you have to look at others' eyes, what else is there? What's the fun?" Song Qiyue stared slightly, "I believe Zheng Yan is ready to meet all possible troubles with me."
"Drink tea." Madam Mo called.
Song Qiyue nodded and tasted tea.
The afternoon meeting in the tea room of this day ended in Jingyi. Only when she left, Madam Mo called her name, "July."
This shout made people get closer, Song Qiyue responded, "En."
"It is the happiest thing to live alone if you can do whatever you want, with your own heart, and do whatever you want. But everyone has their own responsibilities, not just for their own sake, this is too capricious." Mrs. Mo's voice was still as flat as it was at the beginning, but it was a little softer.
Only in an instant, she turned into a cold stern, Madam Mo said, "Zheng Yan wants to marry you, I can't interfere, but I, the Mo family, will not recognize you, will not agree, I hope you understand. "
...
"After 300 rounds of war, who won?" Shao Fei asked.
Song Qiyue just smiled. In such a battle that is not a war, there has never been a victor, and no one will be a victor. There is only one who loses. What is going to happen, how can we all be prosperous, this is really a headache.
It was night, and there was tranquility in Mo's residence.
The night in July is not too hot and refreshing. It is really refreshing.
A hot bath in the bathtub in the bathroom is even more relaxing. At this moment, Song Qiyue took off her clothes and soaked in the water. The foam covered herself. She closed her eyes and listened to light music, enjoying the rare pleasure of this moment. Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open!
Song Qiyue was suddenly startled. She opened her eyes in astonishment and saw Mo Zhengyan's figure rushing in. His tall body appeared in the steamy mist. She couldn't help shouting, "Why did you come in?"
She obviously locked the door!
"You forgot, the key can open the door." Mo Zhengyan held a key in his hand, and he gently placed it on the bathing table.
Song Qiyue was depressed, and she said speechlessly, "Does your family know that you are a gangster like this?"
"I'm afraid they don't know this." Mo Zhengyan walked over, and when he sat on the edge of the bathtub, he looked at her.
His eyes seemed to have the ability to see through, and Song Qiyue's body was clearly covered with layers of foam, but he felt as if he had been swept countless times with his eyes, and he could see through all of them!
The heat on Song Qiyue's face suddenly rose, "What are you looking at."
"Then I won't look at it." He said, reaching out into the bathtub directly, touching her thigh, and squeezing it!
"Ah—" Song Qiyue screamed. She kicked the water in the bathtub, and the water splashed on his body, wet his clothes and his handsome face. Mo Zheng Yan's hair was suddenly wet, dripping with water.
"Who let you attack me, deserve it!" Song Qiyue said bitterly.
"No way." Mo Zhengyan whispered, and he began to take off his jacket.
Song Qiyue's eyes widened, "What are you doing!"
"The clothes are wet, of course you have to take them off." He smiled and said, "By the way, let's wash them together."
No matter where Song Qiyue said a word, he was just talking to himself, and he had already begun to unbutton his shirt.
This is incredible. Mo Zhengyan's body is so good that people can't help but admire him. He unbuttoned the cufflinks slowly. The movements were elegant and extraordinary. Song Qiyue couldn't help saying, "Zhengyan, you unbutton them slowly. "
Mo Zhengyan glanced at her, Song Qiyue smiled and said, "Every time I see you unbutton it, I feel special pride, passion, and special enchantment."
This adjective was really going to block people to death, and Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Then you come and help me get rid of it."
"No, you take yours off." Song Qiyue didn't let go of this admirable time, but saw that he unbuttoned the last button and all the shirts were unraveled. She squinted her eyes and said, "This The pectoral muscles are really good, um..."
"Your eyes now seem to eat me down." Mo Zhengyan's voice also became darker.
"I don't have any." Having said that, Song Qiyue's gaze was fixed on him, and he didn't move half a point.
Mo Zhengyan's long, sturdy arm raised, the shirt was taken off, and he threw it aside and put it down. He didn't care at all that there was another person watching boldly and presumptuously. On the contrary, Song Qiyue was still a little uncomfortable after all, but couldn't help but curious, she still squinted at him.
"Satisfied with what you saw?" Mo Zhengyan took himself off and walked towards her.
Seeing him approaching, Song Qiyue couldn't help stepping back, she smiled awkwardly, "Ha, it's not bad, it's good!"
His strong and sturdy thighs were submerged in the water, and he swept a pool of ripples. In another instant, he also sat in. Immediately, the bathtub could not bear the weight of two people, and the water splashed out. The heat overflowed, overwhelming the two of them.
"I'm done washing, you wash it slowly." Song Qiyue wanted to leave, but he caught it.
"You have treated me like this, so you want to leave?" He held her back and dragged her into his arms.