Song Qiyue took a closer look. Standing on the left and right at the door were his confidants, Qi Jian and He Sangsang.
Amidst the crowd, Mo Zhengyan appeared in a black suit and white shirt, as if surrounded by countless auras, and suddenly became the focus of the audience's attention. He was saying hello, smiling politely, really modest and gentle. Mo Zhengyan's appearance was unexpected, but it seemed reasonable.
Looking at Song Lianheng again, it was clear that he had been itching for him a few days ago, but he was greeted with warmth at the moment.
"Uncle, please inside." Song Lianheng smiled and invited him to the table, gentlemanly without arrogance or rashness.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time." Mo Zhengyan responded with a calm manner.
They are separated by a bidding project, one is the Mo family and the other is the Song family. The first battle of this meeting is quite equal. Now they can shake hands and talk. Everyone in the mall really brings them together. Put a fake mask.
"July, why don't you get up and call someone soon." Aunt Jun greeted her warmly, and when she looked down, she was still sitting still, and she hurriedly pulled her sleeves.
Song Qiyue was no exception. She hurriedly put down the tea cup, got up and smiled, "Uncle, when did you come to Haicheng from Gangcheng?"
Mo Zhengyan met her, "A few days ago."
"I thought you, like me, came yesterday. In this case, we can take a flight." Song Qiyue laughed and joked.
Song Lianheng said, "Uncle, sit here, this position is reserved for you."
But that position, it happened to be an empty seat next to Song Qiyue!
She hadn't noticed just now, but now she feels an eyesore. Why is there an extra place next to her?
Immediately, Qi Jian and He Sangsang went around the dining table, consciously, and came to the vacant position diagonally behind the corner. They were a man and a woman, staying away from the dining table as much as possible, and it did not prevent them from standing against the wall, but they were like patron saints!
"Everyone, sit down." Mo Zhengyan walked to her and finally took a seat, he said softly.
In this battle, in this posture, who is the home game and who is the away game?
Everyone was startled, Song Qiyue couldn't help laughing, Mo Dashao was extraordinary, and he was full of extravagance wherever he went.
Song Lianheng spoke first, his expression calmly shouting to everyone, "Sit down."
Seeing that they were all seated, the group took their seats again.
Song Qiyue also held up the teacup again, and she stopped talking because there was no room for her to interrupt.
While chatting, the waiter brought the menu, and the eldest uncle only asked Mr. Mo to order.
Mo Zhengyan took it, but then passed the meal to others, "Today's dinner is for our own family to have a potluck. Brother Zhongchuan let me, but I am also an elder today. So let's let two nieces Order with your nephew."
Song Qiyue said nothing but listened to their greetings in silence.
She had to admire that Mr. Mo was really good at tutoring etiquette, and even more so when dealing with it.
Song Xiangwan generously accepted the menu, and she responded with a smile, "Then we're welcome."
The problem of ordering meals was finally solved satisfactorily.
"Sister, what do you want to eat?" Song Jinzhi asked, turning her head.
Song Qiyue didn't even think about it, she said, "I want to eat meat, Dongpo meat!"
She said simply, brush it, everyone looked at her, and Song Xiangwan frowned: How could she say that she wants to eat meat?
Song Qiyue frowned and asked with a surprised smile, "Can't you eat meat?"