"Secretary Qian!" Qian Jue had just stopped in the parking lot in the afternoon, and she was startled by a shout.
Qian Jue turned her head fiercely and saw Song Qiyue who didn't know where she came from. She just recovered from it immediately. She simply said, "Ms. Mo is not here today."
"I know he's not here, I'm not here to look for him." Song Qiyue walked over, hugged her, and walked towards the elevator. "You come here to inspect today, right? I'm shopping nearby, by the way I'll accompany you for a while."
The two of them left the parking lot and crossed the overpass.
"Secretary Qian, I know you are the best. You are so good, capable, smart and beautiful. I heard that you graduated from Harvard University in the United States? You are not married yet? Would you like me to introduce someone to you? , I have them here. Huan is fat, thin and thin, and you are satisfied. There are only things you can't think of. There is no one that can't satisfy you..." She said in full swing, Qian Jue's sweat was overwhelmed.
Qian Jue said, "Mrs. Young, please tell me what you have."
"Quick! Friends enough! Qian Jue, does your boss eat?"
Qian Jue didn't wait for her to ask, "You want to ask if Mo always eats the lunch box you sent, right?"
"I just said that the top students at Harvard are different! How about? Do you like bodybuilders or art men?"
Qian Jue almost got angry, she replied, "I don't know if Mo always eats, but the lunch box is empty."
"Then he just ate it?"
"Maybe."
"Is that not eaten?"
"I am not sure."
"How can this work? Let me tell you, you want to help me take a good look today, and I will pack a ticket for you, a bodybuilder and a literary man, plus a mixed-race man for you for a supper!"
"Mrs. Shao, I still have a job. I'll leave first." Qian Jue hurried away before she finished speaking.
Except that Secretary Qian was besieged, it is assumed that Qi Jian and He Sangsang did not escape the catastrophe.
"Qi Jian, you see that you're so strong, you have to find a girlfriend, right? I'll find one for you?" Her voice turned over and over again and again, so soft and charming, but Qi Jian's scalp was numb.
"Young lady..."
"Qi Jian, you see that I helped you, you have to help me too?" Song Qiyue said again, "Well, just take out my lunch box and give it to me? You know, buy it every day. Lunch boxes are also very annoying. What do you need so many lunch boxes for? Right?"
"Madam Young, I'm afraid this won't work, that's Mr. Mo's thing, I can't touch it." Qi Jian was almost helpless, he didn't know how to get out.
But He Sangsang couldn't stand it anymore, "Young lady, don't embarrass us anymore."
"Hey?" Song Qiyue looked at her with a sly smile, or more accurately, at them, "Sangsang, you can't bear it."
"Me?" He Sangsang inexplicably.
"I see. You heard that I briefly introduced Qi to his girlfriend. Are you unhappy?" Song Qiyue said immediately.
He Sangsang is also dizzy, where does this come from the theory of God!
"I already knew that you two are lovers! Come on, when did you start? Was it love for a long time, or love at first sight? Or did you still have a crush on each other, but didn't confess? Come on, don’t be afraid, and follow me. Say, I'll help you call the shots!" Song Qiyue smiled, "However, if I helped you, you must help me too!"
"Madam Young, I have something to do, let's go first." Qi Jian said immediately.
He Sangsang followed closely, "Young lady, I have something to do, so let's go first."
"Wait!"
Why did one or two of them run so fast?
...
One evening, when Mo Zhengyan and his party were about to leave, Song Qiyue suddenly appeared.
"Mr. Mo, I'm going to pick up the car." Qi Jian said first.
"Mr. Mo, I will accompany Qi Te to help." He Sangsang said secondly.
"Mr. Mo, I will accompany Special Assistant Qi and Special Assistant He." Qian Jue said the third.
The three people replied, Chao Song Qiyue smiled, and hurried away.
Song Qiyue's hand was still waving in the air, but Mo Zhengyan stared at him and asked, "What did you do to my subordinates."
"I haven't done anything."
"I didn't do anything. Follow them to introduce some boyfriend and girlfriend to them." Mo Zhengyan whispered.
Song Qiyue lowered her head and stared at the ground, "Whoever asks you to ignore me, just ignore me. Give me my lunch box anyway, I have bought a few."
"Throw it away." He returned two words.
Song Qiyue looked up, "It's such a waste, I only used it once."
Mr. Mo just looked at her, as if he didn't plan to talk to her anymore, "No one asked you to send it."
"Then did you eat the lunch I gave you these days?" She couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
He looked at her, but he curled up the corners of his lips, and asked, "What did you say."
"I see, you must think I didn't cook well, right?" When it comes to lunch, Song Qiyue is also annoyed. "But I have tried my best. Buying vegetables, washing vegetables, cooking vegetables, how cumbersome is this process? , It’s hard to describe in words."
Mo Zhengyan looked at her as if unconvinced.
"Do you think I bought the lunch box?" She explained quickly, "I have proof, I'll show it to you!"
She said, hurriedly trying to prove herself, so she held the lunch box in one hand and raised it to him.
Her hands and ten fingers were originally slender and well-proportioned, but at the moment, she put a band-aid on her left hand and two more on her right. It looked a bit horrible, as if she had really worked hard.
"I'm not fake! It's all real!" I'm afraid he still doesn't believe it, she tore the band-aid to show him the wound.
Mo Zhengyan looked down and saw that it was a finger wound. I don't know if it was cut by a knife or scratched. After all, the mark was there, and he finally spoke again, "How did it happen."
"This is what I accidentally cut when I cut the onions. All the onions. My eyes are sore. I rubbed my eyes and I didn't cut everything with the knife. That was the peeler I bought when I peeled cucumbers. It's not easy to use, I'm going to complain to the seller, it's definitely a low-quality product..." She complained loudly about the tragic situation at the time, which was almost a scene of tears.
Mo Zhengyan looked at her face, and then dropped his gaze on her fingers, his brows quietly condensed, and then said, "No one wants you to cook."
"Ha, yes, I want to cook it myself." Song Qiyue responded with a smile, keenly aware that if this topic continues, I am afraid it will be another catastrophe, "Then are you free tonight?"
"No time."
"Tomorrow."
"No time."
"Tomorrow must be free!" Song Qiyue became stubborn, she said, "Tomorrow night at Clock Square, I will wait for you! I will wait for you!"
She already ran away in a hurry, and Mo Zhengyan settled down before walking to the side of the road and getting into the car.
As the car drove, he asked after a long while, "What day is tomorrow?"
"February 14." Qian Jue's report added, "Valentine's Day."