Since this is the case, Song Qiyue can only accept it, she greeted her, "Uncle, please take care of me when we meet for the first time." ”

Her free and easy and generous posture made Mo Zhengyan's eyes a touch of interest.

"Zhengyan, the company is so busy, it's such an honor for you to come here in person this time. Xiang Wan, you see how good your Uncle Mo is to you, why don't you thank him quickly......" Uncle urged again, but it was obvious that the topic was going to be diverted from Song Qiyue.

Song Xiangwan stood on the side, she was graceful and supple, like her name, so graceful.

"Uncle Mo, I'm glad you're here. Mo Shibo and Auntie, are they still healthy? Song Xiangwan responded decently without the slightest stage fright.

The daughter of the Song family has been educated as a lady since she was a child, and she has long been comfortable with such scenes.

A few of them chatted again, but Song Qiyue was very bored to listen.

It's just some greetings, and it's very polite.

Receiving the scolding glance from her aunt out of the corner of her eye, Song Qiyue smiled at her, she knew that she could really retreat now.

"Aunt Jun, I'm hungry, go find something to eat." Song Qiyue whispered.

"Don't run around, and don't pop the balloons again." Aunt Jun was not at ease.

Song Qiyue nodded again and again and successfully got out of the siege.

"My father is not in the country recently......" Behind him, Mo Zhengyan smiled in response, but his gaze was fixed on the cunning figure that had left without a trace, and he immediately withdrew it with a quick glance.

Away from the hustle and bustle, the back garden is lush with flowers and plants, but it is a free world.

The swing from my childhood is still there, and no one cares about it at the moment.

Song Qiyue was happy, she walked to sit on it, and swinged. As soon as the swing was high, she habitually closed her eyes and felt the night breeze blowing on her face.

Suddenly, she heard a soft female voice, "I didn't expect you to really come back." ”

The swing slowed down suddenly, and Song Qiyue slowly opened his eyes, and the dark light filled his eyes, reflecting Song Xiangwan's beautiful face.

"Hey, I didn't expect that." Song Qiyue smiled, it was indeed too sudden to meet Jinzhi.

"If you're gone, why bother coming back." There was a hint of sharpness in her voice.

"If you want to come back, you can come back, personal freedom."

She smiled casually, and Song Xiangwan's beautiful eyes tightened, "You are still the same as before, there are no rules at all." ”

"You're still the same as before, you only know the rules, my sister Xiangwan." Song Qiyue looked at her calmly.

She said suddenly, "Aunt Jun should tell you that Su He and I are about to get engaged." ”

"Oh, I heard what Aunt Jun said, congratulations." Song Qiyue smiled, and was suspicious again, "Hey? It's your birthday today, why didn't Sukh come? ”

"His company has something to do abroad, and it is inconvenient to come back."

Song Qiyue shook the swing again, "Oh, business is more important than your birthday." ”

"He gave me a gift and celebrated me in advance." She tried to pull a game back.

"I guess the secretary chose the gift." She smiled.

Song Xiangwan's face changed slightly, but he still endured it, and finally said, "Song Qiyue, it's been three years, and you're still so annoying." ”

Song Qiyue must have stepped down, and finally got up, "The daughter of the Song family, it is enough to have you who is lovely, and the second one is redundant." ”

"I'm sleepy, go upstairs and sleep for a while, bye." Song Qiyue walked past her, "By the way, I forgot to congratulate you, happy birthday." ”

Song Xiangwan stayed where she was, and she pursed her red lips.

……

Song Qiyue went upstairs from the back hall, and she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Mr. Mo.

The message reads - I'll be waiting for you in the first room on the third floor.

It was a study, a whole room full of bookshelves, and the smell of books and ink was even deeper.

Song Qiyue wandered among the rows of bookshelves, looking for his favorite books at random.

Quietly, the door of the study was pushed open, and the man's steps gradually approached her.

She was raising her hand to get a book on it, when the arm of the man behind her passed through her, holding on to the bookshelf and imprisoning her even more.

"July niece, what book do you want to take, I'll help you, huh?" He has a consistent tune and likes to rise at the end of the note.

Song Qiyue raised her head, she turned to look at him and smiled, "I want the copy of "Beauty and the Beast" above, dear uncle." ”

He was not in a hurry to take the book, looked down at her and said, "I thought you had come to me for a tryst." ”