He laughed happily, his chest was shaking, Song Qiyue was in his arms, and he couldn't help being stained by his smile.
"Look, you are so blessed to be able to meet me. In this way, your future life will not be boring!" Song Qiyue hugged him.
Mo Zhengyan replied while holding her downstairs, "You will put gold on your face."
Who is the blessed person?
"Where is the gold, it is true!" Song Qiyue said without shame.
Coming down from the spiral staircase, the butler was waiting below. When they saw the two people who came down, they suddenly stepped back a little, but also a little surprised.
Mr. Mo, actually hugging a woman?
"Sir, miss." The butler cried respectfully.
Mo Zhengyan held Song Qiyue and passed by the housekeeper, "Get ready for dinner."
"Yes."
So, all the way, bypassing the entire mansion, came to the restaurant.
The servant gently pulled the chair away, and Mo Zhengyan walked over, then gently put Song Qiyue down into the seat.
Song Qiyue posed a sitting position, she sat there peacefully, resting her cheeks in her hands, watching the housekeeper order the servants to deliver dishes one after another.
The three-meter-long square table is full of dishes, including the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, and the color, fragrance, and flavor.
Just smelling it will increase your appetite.
Song Qiyue couldn't help but exclaimed, "Zheng Yan, did you hire the chef of a five-star hotel for your own use?"
"Taste the taste first." Mo Zhengyan said, he took the hot towel from the housekeeper and wiped it.
Song Qiyue also took the heated towel and wiped it casually.
But Mo Zhengyan changed two towels back and forth, which was considered a pass. His neat manners, sloppy manners, not to appear contemptuous and arrogant, but so noble, he always thought that Song Lianheng was clean enough, but he did not expect Mr. Mo to be even better.
"Sir, the dishes are ready." The butler reported from the side.
Everything is ready before the meal here, Song Qiyue asked with a smile, "Can you start?"
"It seems that you are hungry." Mo Zhengyan smiled, and he finally moved his chopsticks.
Song Qiyue was indeed hungry. At noon, she accompanied Song Lianheng for a cup of coffee and then left. She had been negotiating for official cooperation all afternoon, and she didn't care about eating. Now she waited for him for a long time, but she was not hungry.
She was very uncontrollable, and even made a sound, which surprised the housekeeper and servant beside her again!
How could the Miss Song that Mr. Mo brought back like this?
Looking back at Mr. Mo, he is always elegant and decent. He doesn't seem to be eating, but as if he is playing with a piece of art.
Song Qiyue didn't notice the surprised eyes all around, she was very indifferent and smiled at them.
After a bowl of rice, Song Qiyue was very satisfied. Only then did Mo Zhengyan speak, "The taste is okay?"
"It's not only okay, it tastes good! Zheng Yan, the housekeeper and the chef you found are very good!" Song Qiyue praised it again, and everyone around him immediately felt proud.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, she would buy people's hearts.
...
After a good meal, there is nothing more carefree than lying there lazily.
Song Qiyue found a recliner and fell down lazily, motionless.
Mo Zhengyan answered the phone and saw her lying down gracefully, "Lie down after eating, and be careful to get fat."
Song Qiyue squinted slightly, but looked at him and said, "I lack a pillow, and I feel uncomfortable lying down."
Mo Zhengyan sat down next to her naturally, Song Qiyue immediately stuck her head on his lap and looked at the open-air corridor outside the main hall, "There is nothing in the pool, look It's so monotonous."
"Then what do you think?" Mo Zhengyan touched her hair lightly and found that the touch was very soft.
Song Qiyue immediately said, "Grow lotus flowers. In midsummer, lotus leaves are floating all over the pond. The lotus is beautiful, not very beautiful? Besides, there are fresh lotus seeds in the lotus, how delicious!"
"You foodie, like lotus?" He asked softly.
Food? This nickname fits well! Song Qiyue said, "I like it, but I like you better!"
"You keep saying that you like me and love me, what about you?" He touched her face with his hand and looked down at her.
Song Qiyue curled her eyes, "Zheng Yan, I don't want to break up."