After a distance, Mo Zhengyan was on a tall building, with a clear and elegant posture. The wine glass raised towards her, accompanied by the arc of a smile on the corner of her mouth, made Song Qiyue feel that she was just like a performance. It was a good show, and now the show is over. He, the audience, enjoyed it very much, so he toasted.
Song Qiyue narrowed her eyes, Mr. Mo, is this provoking her?
"Sister Qiyue?" Shao Fei was still yelling in his ear, and Song Qiyue instructed him, "Let's go!"
Song Qiyue responded, and Shao Fei hurriedly got up and followed away.
Just when he turned around, he couldn't help but glance at the man on the tall pavilion again. This handsome appearance was really comparable to those of the Tang family.
"Could it be your suitor number two?" Shao Fei became curious and asked after chasing her.
Song Qiyue stepped on high heels, walking fast.
She hooked his handwriting and sighed, "Ah, I'm afraid that I will steal your sweetheart? Don't worry, I won't do anything you like. You, just feel free to go boldly!"
Shao Fei raised his eyebrows and couldn't stand her. "It seems that you have a leg!"
The car drove away slowly, and through the front mirror, the restaurant went further and further. Song Qiyue held the steering wheel, but was suspicious: Once was a chance encounter, are these two also chance encounters?
Naturally, the contract with Kang's was settled, and Song Qiyue passed.
Mr. Han is very satisfied, "You rest these two days, and there will be new tasks in two days."
"Yes, my dear President Han."
After busying for a month, I finally got a few days of vacation. Song Qiyue wanted to try out some fashion magazines. Shao Fei frowned, "Prodigal daughter! Worship girl!"
Song Qiyue's hand stroked his hair, like rubbing a puppy, "I'm proud of my prodigal, and I worship gold and I'm proud!"
It's not just pride, the salary has just arrived, and it's the holiday season, Song Qiyue is determined to go shopping and reward herself.
The Hong Kong city is prosperous, and fashion department stores are everywhere. Song Qiyue walks in front of the exquisite shop windows and asks the shop assistants to bring her favorite items for her. She carried big bags and walked around all day, but her pace was still graceful, without a trace of fatigue.
On the mirrored wall in front, Song Qiyue stopped, looking in the mirror to tidy up her appearance.
Suddenly, seeing a man with a cap not far away, she pretended to ignore it.
Hi, I've been with her for a day, and I really don't feel tired.
Song Qiyue put the powder away and put it away. She turned gracefully, but walked straight towards the man with the hat. The other party lowered her head and came to face each other. She deliberately moved inside, only when she was approaching, she accidentally leaned on the other party, "Oh, sorry, I'm so sorry, I bumped into you!"
"It's okay, it doesn't matter..." the other party responded with a good temper.
Song Qiyue smiled at him and waved away.
Today’s shopping is over here.
...
At six o'clock exactly, the grandfather clock in the top office shook the bell.
The man took off his hat and stepped forward, "Mr. Mo, please take a look." He put down the envelope bag and reported again, "Leaving the apartment at nine in the morning, and visiting six department stores today, until 4:20 in the afternoon. Time to leave and return home..."
Mo Zhengyan glanced at the photos one by one, he faintly raised his eyes and looked at the subordinates in front of him.
Suddenly, he saw the bright red at the collar of his subordinate's shirt.
It was a red lip print, exactly the same as the color between the lips of the woman in the photo.
Pink, passionate like a fire.