Song Qiyue looked fixedly, and it was his cronies standing on the left and right sides of the door, Qi Jian and He Sangsang.

Surrounded by everyone, Mo Zhengyan appeared in a black suit and white shirt, as if surrounded by countless halos, and suddenly became the focus of attention of the audience. He was greeting him, smiling politely, and he was really modest and gentle. Mo Zhengyan's appearance was unexpected, but it seemed to be reasonable.

Looking at Song Lianheng again, it is clear that he hated him a few days ago, but at this moment, he is warmly welcomed.

"Uncle, please come inside." Song Lianheng invited him to the table with a smile, not arrogant or impetuous and gentlemanly.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Mo Zhengyan responded with a calm demeanor.

There are projects between them that are bidding together, one is the Mo family, and the other is the Song family, which is comparable in the first battle of the meeting, and now they can still shake hands and talk, and the people in the mall really each have a mask.

"In July, don't you hurry up and call someone." Aunt Jun greeted warmly, looked down and saw that she was still sitting still, and she quickly pulled her sleeve.

Song Qiyue was no exception, she quickly put down the teacup, got up and smiled, "Uncle, when did you come to Haicheng from Hong Kong City?" ”

Mo Zhengyan's gaze met her, "A few days ago. ”

"I thought you, like me, came yesterday, so we could have a flight." Song Qiyue joked with a smile.

Song Lianheng said, "Uncle, sit here, this position is reserved for you." ”

But that position is just a vacant seat next to Song Qiyue!

She hadn't paid attention to it just now, but now she felt that it was an eyesore, why did she have an extra seat next to her?

Immediately, Qi Jian and He Sangsang bypassed the dining table, very consciously, and came to the corner diagonally behind the vacated position. They were men and women, as far away from the table as possible, and sure enough, they did not prevent them from standing against the wall, but they were like patron saints!

"Let's all sit down." Mo Zhengyan walked to her and finally sat down, he said softly.

This battle, this posture, who is the home team and who is the away team?

Everyone was stunned, Song Qiyue couldn't help laughing, Mo Dashao is really extraordinary, and everywhere he goes, it is full of pomp.

It was Song Lianheng who spoke first, and he shouted to everyone with a calm expression, "Sit down." ”

When the group saw that they all sat down, they all took their seats again.

Song Qiyue also picked up the teacup again, and she stopped talking, because there was no room for her to interject.

During the chat, the waiter came over with the menu, and the uncle only asked Mr. Mo to order.

Mo Zhengyan took it, but he transferred the meal sheet and gave it to others, "Today's dinner is for our family to have a light meal, Brother Zhongchuan let me, but I am also an elder today." In this case, let the two nieces and nephews order. ”

Song Qiyue didn't say a word on the side, only listened to their greetings silently.

She had to admire that Mr. Mo was really a first-class tutor and etiquette, and even more so in dealing with it.

Song Xiangwan generously took the menu, and she responded with a smile, "Then we're welcome." ”

The problem of ordering food has finally been satisfactorily solved.

"Sister, what do you want to eat?" Song Jinzhi turned his head and asked.

Song Qiyue didn't think about it, she said, "I want to eat meat, Dongpo meat!" ”

She said simply, brushed it, everyone looked at her, and Song Xiangwan frowned even more: How could she say that she wanted to eat meat?

Song Qiyue also frowned, and asked with a surprised smile, "Can't you eat meat?" ”