Song Qiyue is not an innocent girl, so it is not clear where she can tell.

Look at Mr. Mo again, that handsome face is so close at this moment, he is still so calm.

Mo Zhengyan looked at her with a smile and said, "I'm not Yanagi Hui." ”

Song Qiyue smiled, "Hey, you also know Yanagi Megumi?" ”

"I can't know?" With a slight force in his hands, he picked her up.

Song Qiyue's hands were still around his neck, she didn't get up immediately, but continued to lie in his arms, the current posture of the two, it was a close contact, she almost sat on his lap and leaned on his chest, while looking for a comfortable position, while saying, "The Four Great Sages Yanagi Hui, he is not messy, in fact, it is a lie!" ”

"How?" Mo Zhengyan followed her words and asked, and he also had a trace of interest.

"Why do you say that Megumi Yanagishita is not messing up? It's because there was a cold night, and Megumi Yanagishita happened to be staying in Guomen, and that night, a woman who had no place to live came to stay. Yanagishita Megumi was afraid that she would freeze to death, so she asked her to sit in her arms, untied her clothes to warm her, and the two of them sat together for a night, but nothing happened. ”

"Since this incident, it has been circulating back and forth, and it has become a non-chaotic situation."

"But, yes, it's a lie!" Song Qiyue raised his eyebrows.

Mo Zhengyan raised the corners of his lips, "How do you know it's a lie?" ”

"You think, after so many years, thousands of years of history, ten to hundred, hundreds to thousands, must have changed its taste. Again, I think it should be analyzed dialectically. ”

"You analyze, I'll listen."

"There is an old saying that the color of food is also, translated to modern times, which means that men do not have a good thing!"

Hearing her say this, Mo Zhengyan was also amused by her, "You are really subtle and ghostly." ”

"Where the hell is, it is. In fact, it's not chaotic at all, but he, Megumi Yanagishita, wants to mess up but doesn't dare to mess! Song Qiyue pursed her lips, and as she spoke, a neon glint flashed in her eyes.

The finger was even more pointed at his chest, which was the left chest, where the heart was!

"Did you say yes, uncle?" Under the night, Song Qiyue's eyes were full of cunning.

Mo Zhengyan's eyes deepened a little, and the hand he held on her waist tightened, "You said yes." ”

At this time, the car slowly pulled down and arrived in front of the hotel.

The driver didn't dare to speak, and he was even more embarrassed, not knowing whether to remind him, but he still said, "Mr. Mo, Miss Song, the hotel has arrived." ”

Song Qiyue didn't move immediately, just looked at him and asked, "I'm getting out of the car?" ”

Mo Zhengyan still didn't stay, and patted her, "Go ahead." ”

Song Qiyue got out of the car, she turned around and closed the door, bent down towards him in the car, and gently "hummed", then turned her head and left.

Mo Zhengyan looked at her figure and entered the hotel gracefully, and the car drove away again.

……

"Manager Song! Can you have a bit of work ethic! I couldn't reach you for a day yesterday, and I thought you had jumped into the sea! ”

The price of skipping work for a day is heavy, no, Song Qiyue has been read by Shao Fei for a morning.

"Okay, Fei'er, I was wrong, I won't dare in the future! Come on, I miss you, let's work......" Song Qiyue admitted his mistake.

Here finally appeased his subordinates, and over there Song Lianheng came to inquire about the progress, "The hotel where you went back first yesterday?" ”

"Dear big brother, do you think I should live in Uncle's Mo Mansion immediately?" Song Qiyue asked rhetorically.

Song Lianheng didn't say anything more, but said, "You are the manager of the public relations department of Wuzhou Group, I thought you were already comfortable in social entertainment." ”

Song Qiyue held the phone, she laughed softly, "I'm a public relations, but I'm not sleeping with you!" ”