The night sky in September is dark ink.
The Mo’s mansion was brightly lit, and when you entered from the front courtyard, the street lights were on all the way, as if you were waiting for someone.
The housekeeper has known each other a long time ago. As soon as he saw her coming, he immediately said, "Miss Song, Mr. is in the study."
"Thank you." Song Qiyue smiled politely at him, and she looked up at the stairs.
There was a strong feeling, above the spiral staircase, as if he was waiting there.
Waiting for her arrival.
The door of the study is closed. Song Qiyue doesn't like knocking every time she goes in. She always likes to play surprise attacks. Today, she was no exception. She turned her hand off and went in easily. It's just today's pace, but it doesn't have the briskness and lightness of the past.
The study was bright, and Song Qiyue saw him as soon as he opened the door.
Mo Zhengyan was not sitting at the desk. Today, he is sitting on the sofa, sitting alone on the three-person wide couch. The white shirt is paired with a pair of trousers, simple and handsome, his sleeves are rolled up at will, but they can be pleated into neat edges, so meticulous.
He was still wearing a tie, and the eagle-eye tie clip on his tie was still wearing.
He is accustomed to wearing glasses when he is alone with a book in his hand.
A gentle and gentle profile face under the light is very charming.
Song Qiyue didn't rush to quarrel with him anymore, she came to the other side of him and sat down slowly.
That position also seemed to have been vacated long ago, ready to be given to her.
On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there is a stack of newspapers, both at home and abroad. The top one is about finance and commerce. It is today’s front page report-the bidding result of the Haicheng Undersea Tunnel Project. old!
Song Qiyue picked up the newspaper, she looked at the report copy, smiled and said, "Look, I was right, and in the end Mohs won the bid."
"I thought Huixian would win the bid." He didn't lift his eyes, looked at the book and smiled.
"Mo's strength is so strong, how can he win with the current transcript?"
"You have said some truth before, you can't say anything, maybe the transcript is a dark horse." He went around in a circle, using her words to retaliate.
Song Qiyue said a few words with him, she gently put down the newspaper, looked at him and said, "You know it from the beginning."
"Know what." His voice was suspicious, but in a statement tone.
"The purpose of my meeting with you is to obtain the confidential information of Mohs on this project." Then she realized that talking to him was too tired, and his calmness made her admire, and she didn't want to go around anymore. , Directly pick through this layer of paper.
He turned a page, rustling the pages of the book, "Congratulations, you made it."
The careless attitude really forced Song Qiyue to take action. She suddenly got up, leaned forward, snatched the book in his hand, and raised her hand again and threw it aside!
The book crossed the air, a parabola, and finally landed on the floor with a "pop--", a heavy muffled noise.
At the same time, Mo Zhengyan slowly raised his head, and finally turned his attention to her, "Successful, not happy yet?"
Song Qiyue looked at him. Although she was smiling, her voice was calm, "So you already knew it, why didn't you expose me?"
"You love to play so much, I'll just play with you." Mo Zhengyan lightly clipped the tie and held up the clip lightly. The posture was exactly the same as in the previous video. "I like this tie clip very much. Seven My niece, where did you get such a high-tech thing."
"Goshawk's eagle eye, it's really good as a camera, you designed it?" he asked with a smile.
The tie was clamped in front of her and displayed, and the eagle eyes looked like sharp eyes.
Just like his eyes, they had already seen through her.