Song Qiyue is not a casual girl, so it is not clear where she can tell.
Look at Mr. Mo again, at the moment that handsome face is so close, he is still so calm and composed.
Mo Zhengyan smiled at her and said, "I'm not Liu Xiahui."
Song Qiyue smiled, "Hey, do you know Liu Xiahui too?"
"I can't know?" He lifted her up with a slight force in his hand.
Song Qiyue's hands were still around his neck. She didn't get up immediately, but continued to lie in his arms. The two people's current posture was in close contact. She almost sat on his lap. On his chest, while looking for a comfortable posture, he said, "Liu Xiahui of the four great saints, he is not in a mess, he is actually a lie!"
"How do you say?" Mo Zhengyan asked following her words, and there was also a hint of interest.
"Why do you say that Liu Xiahui is not messy? It is because there was a cold night when Liu Xiahui happened to live in Guomen, and that night, a woman who had no place to stay came to stay. Liu Xiahui was afraid that she would freeze to death. Asked her to sit in her arms and untied her clothes to warm her. The two sat together for one night, but nothing happened."
"After this incident, it has been circulating around, and it has become unruffled."
"But ah, it's actually a lie!" Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows.
Mo Zhengyan raised his lips, "How do you know it is a lie?"
"You think, after so many years, thousands of years of history, ten and one hundred, one hundred and one thousand, it must have changed. Next, I think it should be a dialectical analysis."
"You analyze, I will listen."
"There is an old saying, "Food and sex, when translated to modern times, it means that men don't have a good thing!"
Hearing her saying this, Mo Zhengyan was also amused by her, "You are really a ghostly talk."
"Where is the guilt, it was originally. In fact, it is not that it is not messy at all, but he, Liu Xiahui, wants to mess but dare not mess!" Song Qiyue curled her lips, she said, her eyes flashing neon light.
The finger points to his chest, that is the left chest, the position of the heart!
"Did you say so, uncle?" In the night, Song Qiyue had a sly aura in her eyes.
Mo Zhengyan's eyes darkened a bit, and his hand holding her waist tightened, "You say yes."
At this time, the car slowly stopped, and it was already in front of the hotel.
The driver did not dare to speak, and was even more embarrassed. He didn't know if he wanted to remind him, but he still said, "Mr. Mo, Ms. Song, the hotel is here."
Song Qiyue didn't move immediately, but looked at him and asked, "Am I getting out of the car?"
Mo Zhengyan still didn't want to stay, and patted her, "Go."
Song Qiyue got out of the car and went, she turned around and closed the door, bent over to face him in the car, and then turned to leave with a soft "hum".
Mo Zhengyan watched her gracefully flashed into the hotel, and the car drove away again.
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"Manager Song! Can you have a bit of professional ethics! I couldn't contact you yesterday, I thought you jumped into the sea!"
The cost of quitting work for a day is heavy. No, Song Qiyue has been recited by Shao Fei all morning.
"Okay, Feier, I am wrong, I will not dare anymore! Come on, I miss you, let's work..." Song Qiyue admitted his mistake.
After finally pacifying his subordinates, Song Lianheng came to ask about the progress again, "The hotel you went back to yesterday?"
"Dear big brother, don't you think I should live in my uncle's mansion immediately?" Song Qiyue asked rhetorically.
Song Lianheng didn't say anything more, just said again, "You are the manager of the public relations department of Wuzhou Group. I think you are already comfortable in social entertainment."
Song Qiyue held the phone, and she chuckled softly, "I am a publicist, but I am not sleeping with you!"