Song Qiyue has been a female public relations person for three years.

Female public relations is a very sensitive word.

Almost all of them will be equated with the young lady, accompany the wine and entertain men, and linger among the men.

It's hard to imagine that a female publicist will be pure.

Song Qiyue also thinks so.

Most of the Qinglou in those TV series novels will have a mysterious woman. She maintains noble sentiments and does not go along with the world, and she is also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Then countless men wanted to come and meet her, and she didn't take customers.

It's nothing short of a miracle.

Song Qiyue is not tall, but she is not a young lady either.

She has a man behind her, and every week, they see each other.

The location is, of course, at the hotel.

That's right, she's just a disgraceful lover of his.

However, Song Qiyue feels that the love between men and women is actually very common.

As for his identity, he is very famous and mysterious in their circle.

Of course, that's another story.

This evening, Song Qiyue made an appointment with his client, Mr. Liu, to meet in King Fook Xuan, a high-end restaurant in Hong Kong City.

As a qualified female publicist, Song Qiyue certainly couldn't make the client wait for a long time, so she arrived early in the morning.

I saw Mr. Liu coming in from a distance, and Song Qiyue hurriedly went up to greet him.

"Mr. Liu, please, please here!"

"Manager Song, have you been waiting for a long time? It's such a rude thing to have you waiting here with such a beauty! ”

"Where, as long as Mr. Liu is willing to come, I am willing to wait a long time!"

Mr. Liu is nearly fifty years old, and his face is full of oil, and he knows that his life on weekdays is very good.

Here, Song Qiyue greeted Mr. Liu and went inside, and suddenly a shout behind his ears caused everyone to look back in surprise.

"Mr. Mo, you are here, your box is reserved for you......" That was the hall manager, who was still greeting them one second, and the next second he saw another noble person in front of him.

The man was dressed in a straight suit, without a trace of folds, as if he had just been taken out of a ready-to-wear store.

And the white shirt is more and more eye-catching.

One black and one white, are the two most orthodox colors in the world.

As with his identity, such orthodoxy is unmatched.

Under the light, his deep facial features are resolute and handsome, and at this moment he is stained with the halo of the glass crystal lamp, with a trace of smudged beauty, and the tears under the corners of his eyes are like the extreme of being splashed with ink in an oil painting. The color of his eyes is black, and there is a hint of alienation in the depths of his eyes, so graceful and luxurious.

It seems that when he is in bed, his eyes will glow with a hint of crimson.

Look, it's very sultry.

"It's Moh's Dashao!" Mr. Liu's secretary whispered in his ear, and Mr. Liu's eyes were full of surprise!

Of course, Song Qiyue knew him, and he was a famous young man in your circle.

He is quite familiar with Song Qiyue.

Yes, he is the man behind her.

Song Qiyue likes to call him Mr. Mo.

Song Qiyue looked at Mr. Mo who suddenly appeared in front of him, looked at his tie, and didn't wear anything.

She had given him a tie clip before.

Thousands of instructions told him to wear it, but it still didn't.

"Mr. Mo, it's a coincidence, you are also here today......" Mr. Liu hurriedly went over to set an almost, enthusiastic stammer.

However, Mr. Mo just nodded politely, and the secretary accepted the other party's business card and walked away.

When he passed by Song Qiyue's side, he didn't even give him a single afterglow.

He was as proud as a creature from another world, completely empty-eyed!

Mr. Liu put his hot face on the cold bench, and could only smile.

"Oh, Mr. Liu, I'll accompany you in!" Song Qiyue smiled and played a round game, but he thought in his heart, Jing Fuxuan, the hall manager, is really watching and listening to all directions, well, he should dig up such a person for his own use.

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, someone asked Song Qiyue to meet at the hotel.

Of course, it's this Mr. Mo.

In the high-rise suite of the Kyoto Hotel, Song Qiyue brought himself a glass of wine.

Leaning against the windowsill, her eyes looked at the bathroom in front of her.

The frosted glass circle drew the tall reflection of the man, and Song Qiyue shook the wine glass lightly, counting boringly.

One, two, three......

The wall lamp is a faint lemon yellow, which sets off the atmosphere very blurred.

Wet water droplets, the man tied his bathrobe naked, he tied a loose knot around his waist, his figure was long and straight, if it was better than the model, it was definitely better.

The beautiful man took a bath, so that Song Qiyue could not be praised, Mr. Mo's figure is really good.