When this meal is here, the stalemate is cold, and there is no taste anymore.
Simply, more than half of the dinner.
Later, the uncle's family also felt disappointed, not as interested as they were just now, but still greeted others with a smile.
Song Lianheng alone supported the audience and accompanied Mo Zhengyan all the time. He talked about the end with ease.
As for Mo Zhengyan, he was always calm and responded gently.
Aunt Jun was dissatisfied in her heart, but it was not good to leave the scene at this time, she patiently remained silent. However, she was worried about Song Qiyue. Aunt Jun quietly looked over her head, and saw that she was eating the food in the bowl intently, looking very happy, which made her a little bit unable to understand the truth and falsehood.
The family dinner this night ended in this atmosphere.
After leaving the private room, the group went out of the hall.
This side was pacing out. Just when I came to the lobby, I saw that not only the lobby manager, but also the general manager of the hotel, came down and stood at the door, as if waiting for them.
"President Song, are the dishes tonight still suitable for your taste?" The hotel manager nodded and bowed to ask.
Song Lianheng smiled, "Very good, you guys have worked hard."
"Wherever it is, it should be." After the manager greeted one, he hurriedly greeted the other, "Mr. Mo, your sudden presence is really making our hotel flourish."
Mo Zhengyan smiled, "The hotel is operating well."
"It's fine if you are satisfied. Our chairman knows that you are here to join us. Tonight, he has signed the order for this game." The manager said again, "Mr. Song, our chairman is also very happy that you and Song Dong are here, so I hope You give him this chance."
As soon as this move was made, it was undoubtedly like putting together the Song family.
It was obviously the Song family banquet, and it was also Song Lianheng's account, but the director of this hotel sold Mo Zhengyan's face!
When Song Qiyue glanced at it, the smile on his uncle's face became stiff.
Song Lianheng said steadily, "That's because we were all covered today, of course."
In that case, Mo Zhengyan replied, "It's too polite. Greeting your chairman for me."
"It must be! You go slowly, a few of you!" The manager sent him off all the way.
The driver parked the car, and three cars stopped at the entrance of the hotel.
The group said goodbye, Song Qiyue stood on one side and smiled, Mo Zhengyan greeted everyone, his gaze passed over her, and he turned into the car. Qi Jian closed the door, and He Sangsang got in the car and left.
The car was driving on a quiet night avenue.
The driver drove, with Qi Jian sitting in front.
He Sangsang sat on the back side, and she asked, "Mo Shao, you know it's a game today, why are you going to a banquet?"
Although Song Lianheng's invitation letter was being processed, the timing was so coincidental that people had to be suspicious.
Today's game, the result is clear at a glance, the Song family is going to get married, wanting raw rice to cook mature rice.
Mo Zhengyan looked ahead and said lightly, "After so much thought, I can't let them down, just as a pastime to see what the hell they are doing."
...
As soon as Mr. Mo and his party left, the uncle's face sank, "Go home!"
They all got into the car and went to each other.
As the car started, Aunt Jun sat next to him and asked, "July, are you really not together anymore?"
Song Qiyue smiled, "Really, it's more real than diamonds."
"Sister! You are still in the mood to make a joke now!" Song Jinzhi frowned, but he was not convinced. "That Uncle Mo, I think he is a playboy. What is he talking about? He is not a good man, so it's fine!"
"That's it, whether it's divided, your sister, I'm so beautiful and capable, I'm afraid I can't find it." Song Qiyue responded, and saw Aunt Jun worrying again. She held her and said, "Aunt Jun, don't worry about me. I will definitely find a beloved son-in-law in the future!"
"I don't care if it's the golden turtle son-in-law. The important thing is that he treats you well!" Aunt Jun sighed, "Forget it, you and him are not lovers."
Beloved? Song Qiyue laughed, "Haha! Auntie Jun, when did you talk so literary?"
Aunt Jun was not in the mood to laugh with her, "When you get home in a while, don't talk back to your uncle."
"Know it."
The group had just returned to Song's house, and the uncle stopped abruptly, and he even snorted--
"You kneel down for me!"