In the room of Mansion Mo, Song Qiyue was gesturing to try on clothes in front of the mirror.
Behind her, the bed was piled with all kinds of clothes, and the movable hanger was also covered with skirts. It's just a matter of choosing clothes, but it's still not good.
"Sangsang, do you think this one looks good?" Song Qiyue put on a dress, she looked at herself and asked.
He Sangsang was accompanied in the back, she looked at her and said, "Madam, this one is very beautiful."
"Really? But don't you think it's too vegetarian?" Song Qiyue still feels wrong, she turned around to choose again, "Sangsang, I'm thirsty, give me a glass of water."
"Yes." He Sangsang poured a glass of water for her, Song Qiyue drank it all in one breath, and continued to bury his head in the pile of clothes.
He Sangsang was silent, and all this morning was spent here.
Today is Saturday. After the group returned to Hong Kong City, Dingxin put Song Qiyue for a few days off here in order to appease her hard work when going out on business. Song Qiyue was naturally willing to accept it, she was indeed tired, and there were still key things to do right now.
Mo Zhengyan told her two days ago that they had set a time to go to Mo's house, and just this weekend, they would stay at Mo's house for one night. The time was almost up, but Song Qiyue hadn't decided which one to wear.
In the study, Mo Zhengyan was reading, and Qi Jian reminded him from the side, "Mr. Mo, it's time to set off in half an hour."
Mo Zhengyan didn't raise his eyes, just asked, "Where is her."
"Ten minutes ago, Sangsang came to report, the young lady is not well." Qi Jian replied.
"What is she doing?" It's been all morning, but it's still not good? Time is really long enough.
"Madam Young has been trying on clothes all morning." Qi Jian reported, but felt a little surprised in his heart, "Madam Young may be nervous."
Mo Zhengyan smiled slightly and closed the book. It seemed that he should go to see her.
"Sangsang, what about this one?"
"good looking."
"What about this one?"
"good looking."
"Sangsang, which one do you think is unsightly?"
"Mrs. Young, whatever you wear looks good."
"Sangsang, when did you speak so well like that President Mo?" Song Qiyue looked at her skirt, she couldn't help laughing.
"What Sangsang said is the truth." Suddenly, a male voice sounded.
Song Qiyue glanced sideways. It was Mo Zhengyan who came in at some unknown time. His shirts and suits were black and white, which was very concise.
"Ms. Mo." He Sangsang yelled, and she backed out.
Mo Zhengyan walked over and came to her. He smiled, "Didn't you say you are not afraid?"
"I'm not afraid." Song Qiyue answered, she was really not afraid.
"Since I told you two days ago that you are going back to Mo's house today, you will go shopping all day long and go shopping in department stores. You have been trying on clothes this morning, and it is still not good. Are you afraid?" Mo Zhengyan When she pointed out the key directly, Song Qiyue sighed in silence.
"I'm not afraid, but I will be nervous too." Song Qiyue reached out and poked his chest.
"Are you nervous too?" Mo Zhengyan held it lightly, his smile even thicker.
"Why can't I?"
"I thought you wouldn't be nervous no matter what you met. I didn't expect it, but if you go to my house and sit down, you will panic like this." Mo Zhengyan circled her, and he teased her.
"I want to behave well." Song Qiyue was annoyed, she said directly.
"It's fine for you to be as usual, my parents are not so rigid." Mo Zhengyan said.
"Even if it's not stereotyped, there are still rules." Madam Mo is clearly a rigorous tutor, there is no room for error, such a posture as the master of the house.
"You will be bound by the rules?" Mo Zhengyan calmed her, and he said softly, "This is not like the Song Qiyue I know, don't change, you are you."
Song Qiyue leaned against his shoulder, and she nodded.
"You don't have to think about which one to wear anymore, you can wear whatever you want." Mo Zhengyan said again.
"Okay, I see, you sit here, I'll be fine soon." Song Qiyue smiled and pushed him away, pushed him out of the bedroom, and pushed him down in the rattan chair outside. Mo Zhengyan sat and waited. .
Song Qiyue came to the bedroom again, and her fingers touched the dress on the hanger.
"Ms. Mo, it's time to start." In the outside hall, Qi Jian walked to his side to remind.
Mo Zhengyan didn't rush, he shouted, "July."
"Come, here." Song Qiyue's voice came from the bedroom, and the next second, she pushed the door out. The high heels have just been worn, they are not too high, six centimeters, just the right height. The slender heel stepped on her foot, making her ankle unusually slender.
She was wearing the heart of the ocean, so when she came out, her steps were unstable, she turned her head to look in the mirror, and was wearing it in front of the mirror. The coiled hair and the strands of hair falling on the side of the ear looked very charming and pretty.
Qi Jian and He Sangsang looked over, but they were suddenly surprised by her.
It was just a silhouette. She was wearing an improved style of cheongsam, made of extremely detailed silk material, softly fitting, and the design of the sleeves was very elegant, with just the right arc wrapping the arms and not showing the shoulders. The color is simple and elegant moonlight white, soft and soft. The pattern on the cheongsam is an atmospheric peony pattern, and the silk and silver thread thicken very beautifully. From a distance, it is very warm, but when you look closely, it is chic and gorgeous.
She has a tall and slender figure. The cheongsam shows her figure very well. She needs an excellent demeanor to be able to control her, and she wears it like this decently.
Today, she wears elegant makeup. It is no longer the heavy makeup used for entertainment, nor is it the stereotyped and calmness of the office, but a very fresh and soft makeup. It is set against this cheongsam, and it is the rich family of the last century. Daughter, high-class celebrity.
Wrong, she was originally the second lady of the Song family.
Song Qiyue put on the necklace, she slowly lowered her hand, holding the satin handbag, and looking back, "Zheng Yan, I'm all right."
Mo Zhengyan looked at her and looked up and down so carefully, he smiled, "You can go now."
She stepped forward, he got up, he stretched out his hand, she held it, and the two of them had such a tacit understanding that no more words were needed.
The two set off and went downstairs, Qi Jian drove, He Sangsang accompanied, and then set off for Mo's house.
Song Qiyue had never been to the Mo family, and she didn't know where the Mo family's old house was. He just sat all the way and watched the scenery pass by, and he arrived in the north of Gangcheng.
Going up the mountainside, the car drove steeply all the way, and the body pressed back along with it.
Finally the car drove to the front of the old house. It was not as magnificent and magnificent as imagined. It was just such a quiet but imposing building. After the customs clearance, the door opened and the car went inside. .
After entering, he continued along the mountain road, and the closer he got to the Mo family, the more he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
That might be the deterrence that a big family can have, even if you just step in, you will feel it.
The car finally arrived, and the fountain was sprayed with water jets, as if to welcome someone's arrival.
After stopping, the butler stepped forward to open the door, "Master is back."
Mo Zhengyan got out of the car, and then led Song Qiyue out. The butler saw the visitor and said, "Miss, welcome."
Steward Zhao made another gesture, welcoming them into the villa.
Song Qiyue looked up at the villa in front of him.
The building in the Nordic style, facing the north and facing the south, has an uneven shape, and the roof is steep, with three towering spires, and the spires are made of special lead tiles. The exterior wall of the villa is made of brown bricks and the roof is red tile, which is very magnificent. And the main building is connected to the annex building, with orderly levels and steep roofs, making it even more varied.
This is more like a castle than a villa. It is really surprising that there is such a castle building in Hong Kong City.
Entering into the villa, you can see the internal structure as soon as you enter.
The huge hall is like a grand hall. The doors and windows are arched, and the frame protrudes from the wall to echo the main tower. The entire floor is ochre red, and it is constructed of refractory bricks, with colored tiles embedded in it, which looks like entering a fairy tale world.
The windows on the stairs are decorated with green glazed window decorations, which are even more brilliant in the sun. Among them, the decoration is very complicated. The floor siding of the stairs is mostly teak, all of which are reddish brown. It's just such a Western-style building, but the carvings have an oriental flavor.
"Master, miss, please here." Steward Zhao greeted him, walked through the hall, and entered the side hall.
Walking through a long section of oil painting corridor, the tassels hanging down from the Roman column are exquisite and beautiful, and a front door blocks the way.
Steward Zhao stopped and waited for them to come back and forth. He knocked on the door, "Master, Master and Miss are here."
No sound was heard, but the door was slowly opened from inside.
It seemed to be another world, a door that could reach Mo Zhengyan's world, was opening.
Suddenly, a bright side hall appeared in front of the two of them. Mo Zhengyan stepped forward and took Song Qiyue inside.
In the huge side hall, a crowd of people were there, but they were all men, and they were elders.
Looking around, they were all in their fifties, wearing Chinese or Western clothes. The first second they were still laughing and chatting, but the next second, the conversation disappeared when the door was opened. Suddenly, a dozen pairs of eyes looked over in an instant, really sharp like arrows.
Song Qiyue suddenly remembered that when she left the Song family, Aunt Jun took her to educate her for a while. At that time, she was also with her eldest aunt. Song Qiyue listened to them one by one. In fact, it was just four words over and over. rule.
Aunt Jun even exhorted: In July, married, grown up, can't be willful, not just for you, but also for Zhengyan.
Song Qiyue remembered this sentence in her heart: Aunt Jun, I know.
Not only for herself, but also for him, Song Qiyue thought at this moment, and already made a decision. She walked calmly and calmly, following Mo Zhengyan to the front of the elders.
"Father, dear uncles, good afternoon." Mo Zhengyan greeted them and introduced them, "She is my wife, Song Qiyue."
In the face of everyone's gaze, Song Qiyue hired Ting to stand. She was neither humble nor overbearing, fearless or presumptuous.
"Father, dear uncles, how do you meet for the first time." She opened her mouth, her voice soft but clear.
Everyone noticed that she didn't tremble when she spoke.