Song Qiyue wandered barefoot, his hands wrapped around his neck, the wine glass was still held in his hand, and the liquid tilted forty-five degrees.
"Mr. Mo, so unfeeling. I just met at Jing Fuxuan and didn't say hello to me? Huh?" Song Qiyue raised her head, her lips almost pressed against him.
Mr. Mo lowered his head and raised the corners of his lips slightly. The smile was very amorous, "Now, we can say hello."
"Look, President Liu might as well come to flatter me."
"Oh?" he asked cooperatively.
"So I can say good things about him in front of you!" Song Qiyue regretted President Liu.
It was indeed a pity, because the President Liu didn't know that she, Song Qiyue, was the lover of Mo Zhengyan, the youngest of the Mo family.
Although, it can't be seen.
"How are you going to say something nice for him?" Mo Zhengyan asked in a low voice, the tip of her tongue painted her lips.
She was itchy by him, and she laughed, "Hehe, Mr. Liu, he is nice and generous, and it is a pleasure to work with him."
"This time, what benefit did you receive?"
"I don't want any benefits. If I want, I won't ask you what you want. Right, President Mo, eh?"
"What you have fancy, you can buy it yourself." Mo Zhengyan has always been generous to his lover, swiping a million-dollar credit card every month.
"This time is different. The limited edition handbag of Hermes that I like is only 1,000 pieces in the world, and it is possible to have it after accepting reservations. I just want that, you can buy it for me!"
"Go tell Secretary Qian, she will buy it for you."
"Zhengyan, I know you love me!" She pecked a kiss on his lips, smiling like a flower, "But, people still want to travel to Europe. When are you free, come with me?"
"There must be no time now." While speaking, he set her up and reversed and pressed against the wall. The wine glass in her hand rolled to the ground in a violent motion, and the liquid soaked the carpet.
Mr. Mo was cold in front of outsiders, but when he was in bed, he was so enthusiastic and wild that he was about to break her!
...
The light was a little dim, Song Qiyue lay lazily on the bed, she watched Mo Zhengyan put on her clothes one by one, his movements were slow, but so gentle and graceful.
Song Qiyue narrowed her eyes slightly, and she said, "Zheng Yan, why don't you use the tie clip I bought you the other day?"
Mo Zhengyan buttoned his cufflinks, "Forgot."
"Then you use it tomorrow! You must use it, I will check it!"
He finally got dressed, his shirt was straight, and the color was as white as snow, "July, how long have you been with me?"
"Three months!"
"It's been three months." He muttered again, and there were no waves in his calm eyes.
"Yes, we should celebrate!"
Mo Zhengyan walked to her side, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, and said lightly, "It's time to celebrate."
The next morning, Song Qiyue was still asleep in the hotel. She just woke up and saw the limited edition Hermes banquet handbag placed on the bedside table next to the pillow. The shiny chips were dazzling.
"Miss Song, you are awake, this is a gift from Mr. Mo."
A woman's gentle voice came from her ears, it was Secretary Qian Jue.
Song Qiyue was startled and quickly recovered. She happily got up and held her handbag, and smiled lazily, "Secretary Qian, it's really hard for you. Come here to give me something so early in the morning."
"Mr. Mo has another thing for me to give you." Secretary Qian said, she delivered an envelope.
It is said that women have a sixth sense, and now Song Qiyue also has it.
She could probably guess what was inside.
Open it and see, it's a piece of paper, expensive paper, with countless zero tails, signed with the three big characters "Mo Zhengyan"!
Secretary Qian said, "Ms. Song said, "Ms. Song is very smart, so she will understand it at a glance."
Song Qiyue smiled, with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
I heard that Mr. Mo changing women is like changing clothes. The lover next to him has a shelf life of three months and will definitely be replaced.
It turns out that this is really the case.