Song Qiuyue has been in female public relations for three years.

Female public relations is a very sensitive word.

Almost everyone will equate with the lady, accompany the man to drink and socialize, and linger among the man.

It is hard to imagine that female public relations will be pure.

Song Qiyue also thought so.

There is probably a mysterious woman in the brothels in those TV series and novels. She maintains noble sentiments and does not share the same world, and is also proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Then countless men want to meet her, but she still doesn't accept customers.

This is simply a miracle.

Song Qiuyue is not noble, but she is not a lady either.

There is a man behind her, and every week, they meet.

The location is of course in the hotel.

Yes, she is just his shameful lover.

However, Song Qiyue thinks that it is actually very common for men to love women.

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

Of course, this is a later story.

Tonight, Song Qiuyue asked a client, Mr. Liu, to meet at Jingfuxuan, a high-end restaurant in Gangcheng.

As a qualified female public relations officer, Song Qiuyue certainly couldn't let the client wait for a long time, so she arrived early in the morning.

Seeing Mr. Liu come in from a distance, Song Qiyue hurried up to greet him.

"Mr. Liu, please, please here!"

"Manager Song, have you been waiting for a long time? I'm so rude to ask you, a beautiful woman, to wait here!"

"If there is nowhere, as long as Mr. Liu is willing to come, I will be willing to wait no matter how long I have!"

Mr. Liu is nearly fifty years old and is full of lust. At first glance, he knows that his daily life is very generous.

Song Qiyue welcomed Mr. Liu into it, and suddenly a shout came from behind his ears, which made everyone look back in surprise.

"Mr. Mo, you are here, your private room is for you..." That was the hall manager. He was still greeting them the previous second, and the next second, he saw another noble person coming towards him.

The man was wearing a straight suit, without any pleats, so clever that he seemed to have just taken it out of a garment store.

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

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

Just like his identity, no one can match such orthodoxy.

Under the light, his deep facial features were strong and handsome. At this moment, he was stained with the halo of the glass crystal lamp, with a hint of smudged beauty. The tears mole at the corner of his eyes seemed to be the ultimate in ink color in an oil painting. The color of his eyes was dark, and there was a hint of distantness in the depths of his eyes, so graceful and luxurious.

It seemed that when he was on the bed, a hint of crimson appeared in his eyes.

Look, it's very seductive.

"It's the eldest son of Mo!" Mr. Liu's secretary muttered 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 his 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 and looked at his tie, but he didn't wear anything.

She gave him a tie clip before.

He told him to wear it, but it still didn't.

"Mr. Mo, it's a coincidence that you are here too today..." Mr. Liu hurried over and approached him in a warm manner.

However, Mr. Mo just nodded politely and gently. The secretary took the other party's business card and left.

When passing by Song Qiyue, he didn't even give him a single eyelight.

He was so arrogant that he was like a creature from another world, completely arrogant!

Mr. Liu put his face on the bench and could only smile embarrassedly.

"Oh, Mr. Liu, let me accompany you in!" Song Qiyue smiled and smoothed out the situation, but she thought to herself that Jing Fuxuan, the hall manager, really looked around and listened to all directions. Well, I should dig up such a person and use it for myself when I look back.

...

At 10 o'clock in the evening, someone asked Song Qiuyue to meet at the hotel.

Of course it is Mr. Mo.

In the high-rise suite of Kyoto Hotel, Song Qiuyue gave herself a glass of wine.

Facing the windowsill, she looked at the bathroom ahead.

The frosted glass circle draws the tall reflection of the man, and Song Qiuyue shook her wine glass lightly and counts boredly.

one two three……

The wall lights are faint lemon yellow, which makes the atmosphere very blurry.

The wet drops of water dripped, and the man was naked while wearing a bathrobe. He tied a knot loosely around his waist. His body was tall and straight. If he was more than a model, he would win, which would be even better than that.
Chapter completed!