The Mo family will not recognize a daughter-in-law who is a PR.
This sentence made everyone here freeze!
In fact, as the Mo family, how can such a wealthy family allow a woman with a history of being a female publicist to enter her home. It must be to choose a well-known and well-known lady of the same name. This sentence has been circulated since ancient times, and even now it is inevitable.
However, even though this is the case, there is still another meaning to these words.
That is-he does not want to marry!
If he really wanted to marry, how could he say such a thing at this time and refuse so directly.
In fact, this is what he believes in his heart.
He, Mo's elder, and Mo Zhengyan, would not approve a woman who is a publicist as his wife!
There was no sound at the moment, and even Song Zhongchuan could not speak.
But it was Aunt Jun’s gentle face that suddenly sank, and she was dissatisfied, "Zheng Yan, what do you mean by this? Although we are in public relations in July, it does not mean that she is not self-loving. She is our Song. The child of the family is the daughter of a good family, which is not worthy of it?"
"Uncle, public relations is just a profession, it can't represent anything." Song Lianheng was on the side, and then he said.
"Yeah, what's wrong with being a PR, what's the shame?" Song Jinzhi also retorted in a deep voice.
"Uncle Mo's family has a face and a face, so I might dislike it." Song Xiangwan said Wen Wen.
"Well then, in July, you will immediately resign and come back to Haicheng, join the Song family, and let your eldest brother arrange a position for you." The uncle thought of a compromise and asked again, "Zheng Yan, This will not make you embarrassed, right."
The light fell and hit the tip of his hair, a halo.
Mo Zhengyan's handsome face was very eye-catching. He made an analogy, "A plane flew across the sky, and the traces of the jet were soon gone. However, it cannot be said that the plane has not flown. Brother Zhongchuan, I think you understand this truth."
At this moment, the dust has settled, and there is no room for turning back!
Everyone sat frozen, and suddenly there was no sound, because they didn't know how to save this situation.
"July..." Aunt Jun called out.
Song Qiyue was not in a hurry at all, she just picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, and then said, "Actually, we have already broken up."
"What are you talking about?" Another stormy sea slapped the wave just now.
"I just wanted to talk, but I have never had a chance." Song Qiyue said slowly, "Uncle, aunt, and auntie, two people are simply dating together. I don't have too many ideas. I'm still young and don't want to be so. Marry early. We said that when we were with Zhengyan at the beginning. Originally, I didn't want to tell you, but because of this reason, I didn't expect to escape today."
"It's okay now, everyone knows, and I'm relieved." She smiled lightly.
Everyone looked at the smile on her face, it was naturally loose, but she really couldn't see any sadness.
It seems that the passage of time has long been taken lightly.
Song Xiangwan looked at them and asked softly, "Then why are you still in such a good relationship?"
Song Qiyue raised her eyes to look back at her, "Xiang Wan, even if we were together, but now we are separated, there is no need to treat each other as an enemy or a scourge."
"Zheng Yan and I are nieces and uncles, but they can also be friends." Song Qiyue tilted her head and looked at him beside her, "Zheng Yan, do you think so."
I saw her smiling face bright and beautiful, so charming, blooming in the eyes.
Mo Zhengyan frowned faintly, and gave an indifferent "your".