When you go to work during the day, you are naturally busy, and once you are busy, you will throw those troublesome things out of the clouds.

It's just a pity that temporary forgetfulness does not mean that the matter has been resolved.

No, it was just lunch.

Song Qiyue and a group of female employees were chatting about fashion clothes in the department, when suddenly a courier came to the door.

The courier guy said, "May I ask which one is Miss Song Qiyue, here is her express." ”

"Manager Song! There is your shipment! The clerk immediately shouted.

Song Qiyue stepped forward suspiciously and smiled at the young man, "I am Song Qiyue." ”

"Miss Song, here is your express mail, please sign for it." The courier guy is very young, and his ears are red when he smiles with her eyes.

Song Qiyue signed to receive it, she looked down at the sender of the package, but found that the column was blank.

The people around him were coaxing, "Manager Song, what is it?" Open it up and show us! ”

"Who knows." Song Qiyue responded and opened the package very generously in front of everyone.

After this opening, it was a dazzle for everyone.

It was a ruby red velvet box, delicate and delicate, and even the box was delicate and clear. When the lid was removed, a dress was revealed, the color of pearl white, pure, dazzling, fine satin, with exquisite workmanship, shining in the light.

There was an uproar around, "Wow! Who, so discerning! CocoChanel's Private Haute Couture Dress! ”

Song Qiyue glanced at the dress, but her attention fell on the card in the box.

She folded the card and looked, only to see that in the center of the card was Xuan Ang's handwriting, only four words - well-known!

The content of this card was naturally seen by the women around them, and everyone ridiculed, "Manager Song, is it the one who asked you to return early last night?" ”

"Yes, that's the one!" Song Qiyue responded generously.

At the end of the lunch break, Shao Fei carried the gift box into the office for her, "Another poor man who was deceived by you." ”

Song Qiyue supported his head with one hand, "Yo, who are you calling for, you man with red apricots out of the wall." ”

Shao Fei glanced at her and left, Song Qiyue looked at the gift box on the side, the red was more dazzling than the sun.

Mr. Mo, this time, what tricks is he playing again.

It's just that in the next week, Song Qiyue received gifts from this "well-known" gentleman every day.

From custom dresses to diamond necklaces, from vintage high heels to sky-high stockings, and on Friday, underwear bra was delivered directly!

At that time, Song Qiyue was too lazy to sign for the delivery, and the courier boy blushed, "It should be this ......"

Song Qiyue sighed, and could only smile at him, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Behind him, the women shouted unobtrusively, "Manager Song, who is this mysterious gentleman?" We are too curious about his true face of Lushan! Please take him out and slip away! ”

Song Qiyue comforted everyone and smiled helplessly, "He's on a business trip, not in China." ”

……

It was rare that there was no entertainment this night, and I was busy in the company until eight o'clock and returned to the apartment. As soon as the car stopped, Song Qiyue saw the car opposite, and the man was leaning on the body and smoking. He must have waited a while, so a few cigarette butts accumulated on the ground.

The man also saw her, and he gently picked up his cigarette, and his tall figure walked straight to her.

Song Qiyue also got out of the car and pressed the key to lock it.

Mo Zhengyan also walked in front of her, Song Qiyue supported the body, she raised her eyes and smiled, "Let me guess, why you haven't shown up in the past few days, probably, you flew abroad again." And I just came back today, so I'm here to wait for me. ”

"All right." He smiled, his fingers gently brushing the strands of hair from her cheeks.

Song Qiyue didn't like such intimacy, she turned her head away, "Do you miss me so much?" ”

"What about you?" He lowered his head and asked, he wanted to be close to her, and the posture was intimate like a little other lover.

"Ah, you haven't answered me yet." Song Qiyue quipped around the topic.

"I think," Mo Zhengyan's lips, almost against her skin, said, "sleep with you." ”