On the second day of Valentine's Day, Mr. Mo, who has never been late and quit early, miraculously missed work all morning.
At twelve o'clock, the car returned to the Mo Mansion.
The mansion hadn't been back for many days. After leaving the hotel, Mo Zhengyan drove her back to get her clothes, and then sent her back here.
As soon as he entered the mansion, Song Qiyue asked, "No one at home?"
"Are you asking Luo Zheng?" Mo Zhengyan stopped the car and asked, turning his head.
"Enhuh." Besides Luo Zheng, who else would be.
Mo Zhengyan said, "She didn't live here last month."
"Then where did she live?" Song Qiyue had been away from Hong Kong for too long, and she really didn't know a lot of things.
Mo Zhengyan said, "Following up on Bai Yao's project, I went on a business trip."
Song Qiyue said "Oh" again, and Mo Zhengyan said again, "Don't think about it. I didn't let you live here because Luo Zheng was not there. You should live here."
"Of course I know." Song Qiyue replied. She was silent and asked again, "Zheng Yan, I want to ask you a question."
"Let's talk about it first," Mo Zhengyan said.
Song Qiyue fixed her eyes, still boldly asked, "Shanshan's real father, do I know him?"
Mo Zhengyan stared, he never spoke, and she stopped waiting, just said, "Okay, you don't need to answer me, I just ask casually."
After entering the mansion, Steward Cao came out to greet him, "Sir, you are back." He saw Song Qiyue again and shouted again, "Madam Young is back."
Song Qiyue was suspicious, "Steward Cao, why are you? The steward here has changed?"
She hasn't come back for a long time, how would she know that the housekeeper has been changed here, this is the first time I have seen it.
"It's the husband who invited me to take care of this place." Cao steward replied.
Song Qiyue was very impressed with Steward Cao. She was this one when she was in Haicheng before. She nodded politely to him.
The lunch was plentiful. During the meal, Song Qiyue thought of another question, "Zheng Yan, I made the bento for you, have you eaten it yet?"
"Everyone wants to eat, do you think I have eaten?" He didn't answer directly, but he seemed to have already given an answer.
Song Qiyue smiled, "Then I will do it for you next time?"
He inadvertently lowered his head, brought her a bowl of soup to the front, glanced over her newly healed fingers, "You cooked so badly, I don't want it."
Song Qiyue frowned, this person really knows nothing about being in blessing.
After dinner, he accompanied her upstairs and returned to the bedroom of the mansion, as if it had been half a year apart. Just after entering the door, in the hall of the bedroom suite, I saw a piece of furniture that was extremely inconsistent with the surrounding decor.
Song Qiyue was there, "Why is there a sofa here?"
"You are tired, you can lie down." He replied quite pertinently.
"But why do I think this sofa is so weird?" Song Qiyue recognized it at a glance. She walked over and patted the spine of the sofa. "The decoration of the home is not in harmony with this. And, This sofa seems to be in your office, right?"
"It's a pity to change the new one, and throw the old one away, isn't it because you always talk about waste?" He threw all the questions to her, obviously he was going to have a good time.
Where would Song Qiyue believe, "Frankly explain, what did you move home for?"
Mo Zhengyan walked behind her, he lowered his head, and the low voice came over, causing her to numb for a while, "You are not here, I will always find a way to solve it by myself."
Song Qiyue's whole body froze there, almost becoming a fossil, remembering that they had an entangled battle in the office, and suddenly they all understood.
God, what is he thinking all over his head?
"I went to the company, you play by yourself." He whispered again, kissed her on the cheek, and smiled.
On a pleasant afternoon, I lay down in the rocking chair, covered my body with the blanket and basked in the sun, and the days seemed to be back to the past, everything was so peaceful.
As for the answer to the question he hadn't answered, she knew it in her heart.
It's just this man, who is the man who used to be with Luo Zheng?
If she knows her too, then it is more certain that Mo Zhengyan knows it even more. Among the group of people, Song Qiyue thought carefully, from the order of the sequence, and then count the possible coefficients, then only Chu Xiaoxin, Mo Sinian, Mo Baiyao... who else is there.
Song Qiyue was suddenly taken aback, depressed by a stunned idea in her mind.
——Xiaoyan, do you think there is a possibility that the son will take care of his lover and children for his father?
Song Qiyue was sending a message and asked.
Chu Yan came back: What kind of dad, there are probably a lot of lovers, but it's hard to say that weird things happen every year in this world, especially this year.
This must be impossible.
Song Qiyue shook her head, dispelling the possibility that this was too absurd.
In recent days, Song Qiyue's life is very chic and relaxed, but it is too idle, and she is going to get bored when she is idle. After two days of laziness at home, she finally went out. Chu Yan teased that she was his wife's fate, so she didn't have to worry about food and clothing, but Song Qiyue wondered if she was looking for a job. The end of the year is approaching, and it is easier to find a job at this time.
With her personal resume, it is not difficult to deliver to the company, and the bad influence on Wuzhou before has faded in this year's time. In addition, during her stay in Dingxin, she also had several beautiful items in her hands.
Shao Fei approached her and asked, “Dingxin’s newly hired marketing manager is not good and has been fired. Do you think you are interested in returning to work?”
"I said Feier, I knew you wouldn't be so kind to buy me coffee, it turned out to be to let me eat the grass." Song Qiyue smiled.
"I followed you to Dingxin. You ran halfway by yourself and left me alone!" His tone was very sad.
Song Qiyue held the coffee and tasted it leisurely. "Aren't you in charge of the medical project now? Following Director Qiao, it is a blessing. Who dares Ding Xin to say you, the man behind Director Qiao."
"What is the man behind, I only have a working relationship with her!" Shao Fei was teased by her again, and he was too lazy to say any more, "Anyway, you can figure it out by yourself, and you will see you if you come back!"
"Okay, then I will consider it." In fact, Hui Dingxin is not bad, Song Qiyue was thinking, but her eyes were looking to the rear, because she saw a familiar figure.
"That's all for me. If you think about it, tell me, please ask me for today's coffee." Shao Fei didn't forget to throw the bill to her. Who would have thought that she didn't refute today.
So kind? Shao Fei was suspicious and saw that she was looking behind him, "What are you looking at?"
He also turned his head and looked around, but saw the man.
That man, he looks beautiful, and he will be stunned by the same sex. He was born so beautiful, with the middle-pointed hair still falling on his shoulders, he was simply a beautiful man from a comic.
"Sheng... President Sheng." Shao Fei whispered out the man.
Song Qiyue smiled and greeted each other, and the old friends met, "Hey, San Young, you are still so beautiful."