Song Qiyue came back to her senses, she smiled and put down the bag in her hand, and said softly, "There was a traffic jam on the road, so I came back late."
"This time is the rush hour, so there will be traffic jams on the road. I told Zheng Yan just now that you must be in a traffic jam. Sure enough, this is the case." Qiao Chenxi smiled again, and she shouted, "Zheng Yan, Don't introduce it yet?"
"I think it's time to introduce it formally." It was Song Qiyue who answered, "Although I know Ms. Qiao, Ms. Qiao is the director of the Qiao family, and I am the manager of the Dingxin marketing department. It’s not talking about official business anymore."
"Qiao Chenxi, Qiao Shibo's daughter." Mo Zhengyan briefly introduced Qiao Chenxi, and then introduced Song Qiyue to her, "Song Qiyue, my wife."
"It turned out to be Shi Bo's daughter. That's also my family. Chen Xi, she never told me before that we should get together in private." Song Qiyue directly called her name in the chair. Sit down.
"I've been in touch with the project before, so it's not convenient to say anything. In July, don't mind." Qiao Chenxi responded, and she asked with a smile, "I like to call Zhengyan's name directly, and now it's so direct. Calling you, don't you mind?"
"Of course I don't mind. Although I am a few years older than you, we can still be sisters and go shopping together. Who can tell that you are a younger sister than me." Song Qiyue joked, but Joe Chen Xi's expression sank. What did she say is to insinuate her look at Lao Cheng?
"July, in the room, why do you still wear a mask?" Qiao Chenxi watched her face, still wearing the mask and never took it off.
"She is afraid of the sun." Mo Zhengyan said warmly, only remembering that her face was blushing earlier, "July, pick it up, there is no sun here anymore."
Wearing a mask to talk to people is really not polite. Song Qiyue really forgot just now, but now, it is shameful to pick and not to take it off. However, Song Qiyue didn't care, and didn't care, she took off the mask directly in front of them.
"July, what's wrong with your face?" Qiao Chenxi whispered, she was surprised.
They turned their backs to the sun, and the translucent light happened to illuminate Song Qiyue’s face. They only saw her face, without a trace of makeup, without makeup, and that face was full of bits and pieces. He had a red rash, and his skin was flushed. It was really terrifying at a glance.
Only her eyes are still bent, she is still smiling, open and fearless.
"What's wrong with you?" Mo Zhengyan also asked immediately, staring at her face.
Song Qiyue said truthfully, "It doesn't matter, don't be nervous, it's just that some water and soil are not suitable, and I have eaten some seafood, so I am allergic."
"Seafood?" Qiao Chenxi said, "Are they the ones I ate at noon? I ordered them. I'm so sorry, July."
"It's okay, I think you must not know, although I started to have allergic symptoms a few days ago, but it is not serious. Go to your office, when you saw me, it was not so obvious, right?" Song Qiyue asked Tao, picking through the situation that she knew she was unwell early on.
"At the time I thought you were exposed to the sun, and you also know that the sun here in Yucheng is very poisonous." Qiao Chenxi apologized, "I'm sorry, July, if I knew you would be so allergic, I would definitely not I can order seafood, I will pay attention next time."
"Have you seen a doctor?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
"I went to see it in the afternoon, and the doctor said it was nothing serious, just pay attention to the taboos and rest." Song Qiyue replied.
"That's good, otherwise I will be busy next time. Without you, I really don't know what to do." Qiao Chenxi smiled, "But you have to take a good rest so that you can recover earlier."
"Hey? Zheng Yan, I made an appointment to be a guest at my house in the evening. Can I still go like this in July?" Qiao Chenxi asked.
"In July, you can have a good rest in the hotel." Mo Zhengyan said.
"Well, I think so, you still have to pay attention to rest now." Qiao Chenxi replied, "July, go to my house as a guest, next time is fine."
Song Qiyue looked at them, and she kept smiling, "I am also a little tired and don't want to go out. Next time, I have a chance, and I will go with Zhengyan as a guest."
"Zheng Yan, give my greetings to Aunt Qiao Shibo Qiao on my behalf." Song Qiyue exhorted.
Mo Zhengyan smiled on his jaw, and Qiao Chenxi said, "Zhengyan, shall we go? Time is almost up, it's hard to let mom and dad wait."
"Let's go." Mo Zhengyan replied, calling out again, "July, we are gone."
"In July, Zheng Yan and I are gone." Qiao Chenxi also said.
Looking at them, Song Qiyue nodded, "Be careful on the road."
Mo Zhengyan put down the book and took Qiao Chenxi away. She walked beside him and held him.
"Zhengyan, Mom and Dad know that you are here, so they asked me in the afternoon when to go back with you. They said they hadn't seen you for a long time, and they all missed you..." The two turned around, Qiao Chenxi's brisk female voice Came.
They came in pairs, and they went in pairs again. They came and went suddenly, but suddenly they were no longer abrupt when they left.
Song Qiyue sat in a chair, she lay lazily, and glanced at the book that he had just put down, the book he and Qiao Chenxi had read together, and she had talked about it before.
Song Qiyue took the book and opened it. It was a foreign masterpiece, in the detective category. But I remembered what Qiao Chenxi said to her earlier, those preferences about Mo Zhengyan, his favorite coffee and tea, his favorite food, and his favorite books.
Qiao Chenxi said: Zheng Yan's favorite book is "CienAnosDeSoledad", Zheng Yan's favorite color is Cerulean, and these are just the tip of the iceberg, but you don't know all of them!
CienAnosDeSoledad, a hundred years of loneliness.
Cerulean, azure blue.
In fact, she really knew nothing.
Know nothing.
...
At night, Song Qiyue was still working on the project, and Mo Zhengyan came back. He came over, but picked her up and grabbed her place. "The doctor doesn't say you should pay attention to rest. Are you still busy?"
"It's not busy." Song Qiyue smiled, letting him sit on his lap, "you are back, I will not be busy."
"Come on a business trip, don't you take good care of yourself?" Mo Zhengyan looked down at her face.
"Oh, don't look at it." Song Qiyue also knew it was not good at the moment.
But Mo Zhengyan grabbed her chin and greeted him abruptly. Song Qiyue didn't resist at all, let him see, she raised her eyes and asked, "Zheng Yan, am I ugly?"
"Well, it's ugly." He really didn't give face and no affection to his answer.
"My self-esteem is hurt, and now I am disfigured." Song Qiyue sighed, and Mo Zhengyan smiled, "It's allergies, it's far from disfigurement."
Being hugged by him, Song Qiyue asked, "How about today, are you still happy to be a guest at Qiao Shibo's house?"
"I used to go when I was young. Qiao Shibo and my father are family friends."
"Hmm, so the relationship between your two families is very good."
"There have always been contacts." Mo Zhengyan responded.
"So you and Qiao Chenxi, your relationship is pretty good, right?"
"I watched her grow up since I was a child. She was a little girl who didn't grow up. She was a little headstrong when she was a child, but she grew up a lot better." Mo Zhengyan said with a touch of care.
Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows, "Are you in the mood for a girl in my family?"
"It's hard to talk about, after all, she is not my daughter either." Mo Zhengyan said.
"She is indeed not your daughter. You are so good and walking so close. Even if you are married, there will be no objection, and even more support. In addition to the relationship between your two families, why didn't you and her be brought together?" Song Asked July.
"It's really a matchup." Mo Zhengyan never concealed it. He said truthfully, "Actually, my father and mother liked and satisfied Chen Xi very much."
"On the family background, character and appearance, you are all right. If it is me, I am satisfied." Song Qiyue answered objectively, and the true situation is also true. The Mo family is a big family, and the Qiao family will not be inferior too much. It is the relationship between the family and the family. The two families have moved closer, and there is also a level of affection that has been along with each other since childhood. Miss Qiao is a "professional lady." With this aura, she is the one recognized by everyone, so unique.
"Are you not jealous?" Mo Zhengyan looked at her suspiciously.
"What's so jealous about, it's just a matter of fact." Song Qiyue asked, "Then you, Miss Qiao who matches so well, why didn't you choose her?"
"Who let me meet you?" He asked back, his eyes burning.
"Then if you didn't meet me." Song Qiyue asked with a smile, "Will you marry her?"
Mo Zhengyan was silent. He seemed to be thinking about this issue seriously, and then smiled, "Maybe."
Such an answer, he said frankly, did not compose any melody to cater to the meaning, but Song Qiyue couldn't tell the taste in her heart, she smiled, "It's a pity, after meeting me, this hypothesis has no chance to be realized. ."
"Zheng Yan, have you liked to read detective books recently?" Song Qiyue asked again, as she took the book on the table.
"You also watched it?" Mo Zhengyan glanced at it.
"After you and Chenxi left, I was bored and looked at it with curiosity."
"Chenxi loves to watch it. She brought it and watched it together."
"I thought it was you who liked to read it." Song Qiyue looked sideways, she asked with her arms around him, "Zheng Yan, what books do you like to read?"
"This kind of detective, I think it's not bad." Mo Zhengyan said.
"So what else?"
"Human geography, historical science, as long as it is a good book, I am interested."
"Yes, in your mansion, there are even ancient banned books in the library." Song Qiyue echoed, and Mo Zhengyan laughed, but she asked, "There must be a favorite book, right? Among so many books, which one is your favorite?"
"I like it all," Mo Zhengyan said.
"No, you have to say one of your favorites." Song Qiyue asked him to say one.
"Good books, I like them all." Mo Zhengyan still answered this question.
"Isn't there a favorite?"
"The types of books are different, there is no way to compare them."
"I mean, in terms of your personal interest, which one is your favorite?" She insisted on an answer, and Mo Zhengyan raised her eyebrows. "July, when are you so curious about books? Do research on this book?"
"Then what do you like best to eat?"
"In July, you should know that I'm not picky eaters."
"Then there is no favorite? What about your favorite color?" She asked about other things, and Mo Zhengyan smiled, "You seem to like to do research on me very much today. Let's continue another day. It's not early. We should also take a bath and sleep."
"Yeah!" As he spoke, he had picked her up and walked into the bathroom, Song Qiyue kicked her feet, "I've washed it!"
"Then accompany me to wash it again."
...
When they woke up early in the morning, the two were about to prepare a meal, but someone came to visit. It was Qiao Chenxi. She dressed up Mingyan and appeared outside the door, "Are you disturbing?"
"Please come in." Song Qiyue responded with a smile.
Qiao Chenxi walked in, she walked directly to Mo Zhengyan and sat next to him, "Zhengyan, I guess the murderer must be the postman, because he has the most time..."
She started discussing the case directly, and Mo Zhengyan listened quietly, "You came here early in the morning to discuss the plot of the book with me? Did you think about it all night?"
"Zheng Yan, did you think I was right?" Qiao Chenxi asked.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Why must it be the postman, not the deceased's friend?"
"You said that a good friend of the deceased? This is unlikely. First, he has no motive for committing the crime, and second, there is no such time..."
"According to you, why isn't that taxi driver?"
"Hey? Why are you talking more and more?" Qiao Chenxi was slightly annoyed, "Who are you really?"
The waiter at the hotel has brought breakfast, Song Qiyue shouted, "Zheng Yan, have breakfast. Chenxi, have you eaten?"
"I don't think you are." Mo Zhengyan answered in the affirmative.
"Yes not yet." Qiao Chenxi smiled, and she said even more, "I thought when I came, you must have not eaten breakfast so early, so I specially brought freshly ground coffee for the restaurant people to make. You can drink it in a while. Zhengyan, you love freshly ground coffee the most, right?"
"It's so troublesome, don't take it next time." Mo Zhengyan said.
"I also drop by." Qiao Chenxi said.
At the dinner table, three people ate together. Song Qiyue really didn't like to talk when eating, because all her thoughts were on the food in front of her. Mo Zhengyan pays attention to table manners, and he doesn't speak much. It's just that they still occasionally talk about daily trivia, Song Qiyue said, "Zheng Yan, how many days are you planning to come to Yucheng on business this time?"
"Not yet, it depends on the situation." Mo Zhengyan said.
Qiao Chenxi took a sip of coffee, "Zheng Yan, how does the coffee taste? Is it good? In July, you can try it too."
"Well, it's not bad." Song Qiyue always uses coffee to refresh his mind.
"Is it Belgian coffee beans?" Mo Zhengyan spoke softly after tasting.
"Zheng Yan, you know it right away, it's from Belgium, I remember you used to like this taste..." Qiao Chenxi laughed.
Song Qiyue sat there peacefully, listening to them talking about the topic of coffee, from the detective book just now to this moment, it seemed that he couldn't get in any more words.
In the end, Song Qiyue didn't ask what he liked, or knew nothing.
She discovered again that she seemed to have never actually entered his world.