Song Qiyue questioned, "Where did I pester you? When you go to socialize, I am waiting for you obediently! I have never pestered you in public! Zhengyan! Why are you so cruel to me! Give me a reason! Give me a reason to break up!"
There was only warmth in Mo Zhengyan's eyes, he seemed to be thinking, in the silence, he sighed, "Since you want to know the reason so much, I will tell you--"
"Because you are the same as everyone before." He finally said the reason, but it was cruel and cold.
"No! Zhengyan, I am different from them! I really love you!"
"You said you love me?" He smiled, the smile really dazzling.
"of course!"
"Since you love me, then stop pestering you. Take what you deserve and leave here quietly."
"No! Zhengyan, give me another chance!"
"If you don't leave, the check won't be cashed in ten minutes." He was indifferent, not at all moved by her pleading.
"Zheng Yan..."
"There are nine minutes left."
Song Qiyue stopped there, looked at him for a long time, and could only pretend to be sad.
However, the play seems to be almost done here.
Song Qiyue reached into the bag and squeezed the spray, then raised her hand to cover her face.
Immediately, he smelled a pungent smell, and his eyes were also red.
success!
Tears fell!
Song Qiyue cried and left with grief, "Mo Zhengyan! You are so unfeeling, you will have retribution!"
Secretary Qian then knocked on the door and walked in. She brought two cleaners to clean up the messy office. She did her best, "Mr. Mo, the time is up, you should rush to the airport."
Outside Mo's Building, Song Qiyue strode out, she quickly stopped a taxi, "Go to Wuzhou Building."
"Miss, what's wrong with your eyes?" the taxi driver asked in front.
"Ah, I accidentally choked, it's okay..." Song Qiyue was indeed choked, and now her eyes kept running with tears, and the red ones seemed to have been beaten.
How did the damn mustard spray react so much?
As the car slowly drove away, Song Qiyue turned her head and looked at the building on the side.
Dear Mr. Mo, goodbye.
...
One month later--
The company's internal direct call came from Vice President Tang Hanchen, "July, it's been a month, and you want to win that item for the evening banquet."
"Dear President Han, what if I didn't get it done?"
He chuckled on the other end and said, "Then I think you can attend for all the social gatherings between me and Sheng."
"Oh, Mr. Han, you can leave me alone."
Hey! It's really unlucky, the immediate boss has begun to urge his life!
This is Wuzhou Group, a well-known enterprise in Hong Kong City. The core is the Tang family, which is one of the wealthy families in Hong Kong.
And she, Song Qiyue, is the deputy manager of the group's internal public relations department!
At night, the night is sultry, and the moonlight is also sultry.
She wore a white mermaid evening gown with an open back and gracefully appeared at the reception. Under one step are high heels inlaid with silver zircon, and a shiny chip handbag of the same color, which really complements each other. Only caress the soft long hair on one side of the neck at will, exposing one side of smooth skin, which is even more seductive.
"Miss Song! I haven't seen you in a few days, you are still so beautiful and charming!" Immediately, the son-in-law came forward to talk.
Song Qiyue smiled and took a glass of champagne from the waiter. She responded with a smile, "Master Zhang, where are there a few days? You have always been in my mind, and I miss you every day!"
"Manager Song, what about me? Did you miss me?" Another young man joined the team, and Song Qiyue held his arm intimately, "You, didn't you just drink coffee with you yesterday?"
At the banquet, Song Qiyue was surrounded by a group of elder brothers, chatting and laughing.
And she did not notice that in the second-floor corridor above the spiral staircase of the hotel, the man was chatting with the host of the banquet. His eyes were dispirited, but he suddenly brightened after searching for something in the crowd.
"Ms. Mo?" The other party was talking, and he shouted a few times.
"Dong Kang, what you said is very reasonable." Mo Zhengyan responded with a smile, but his eyes passed the person in front of him, betting on a little red among the ten thousand green bushes.
She is still so charming.
It's as enchanting as when you're in bed, suffocating.