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Chapter 177: Let's Wash Together

Not to mention Mrs. Mo, even Sister Jiang, who was listening quietly, was surprised.

God knows that in the Mo family, who dares to talk to his wife so boldly is simply presumptuous. She even answered so ignorantly, which is really shocking!

Mrs. Mo stared at Song Qiyue, and she also looked at Mrs. Mo. The two looked at each other for a long time. Then Mrs. Mo spoke again, "I heard that Miss Song's home is in Haicheng, and she is the daughter of the Song family in Haicheng."

"Yes, madam, Song Zhongchuan is my uncle. I used to be the deputy manager of the Public Relations Department in Wuzhou." Song Qiyue said.

"The Song family and the Mo family are distant relatives, and you and I are also relatives. According to seniority, Miss Song's uncle, Zheng Yan, would also call him Big Brother. As for you, Miss Song, you are also my granddaughter." Mrs. Mo raised her seniority.

"Madam, how can you be my grandmother? You look so young and beautiful, and I think it's almost the same as you are my sister." Song Qiuyue praised. This is really not a polite flattery. Mrs. Mo is so good to keep him!

"Although the Song family and the Mo family have a distant relative, and I have always called Uncle Zhengyan before, we are not related by blood. As long as we are not close relatives, it is not related by the law. My family is very open-minded and will not object." Song Qiuyue smiled, "What's more, nowadays, uncle-nephew relationships are in popularity, and we have also followed the trend of the times."

Mrs. Mo doesn't care whether it is the trend of the times. Her voice became slightly cold, "But I also heard that Miss Song used to serve as deputy general manager of the Public Relations Department at Wuzhou Group in Hong Kong City."

Sure enough, Mrs. Mo was prepared for a long time, and Song Qiyue could have been sure that she had investigated her background. At this moment, Mrs. Mo completely revealed this layer, and Song Qiyue was even more calm, "Well, yes, madam, I used to be the deputy manager of the Public Relations Department of Wuzhou Group."

"I think Miss Song knows better than me what she does in this profession." Mrs. Mo smiled.

"Madam, there is another saying in the book that the turbid ones are from the turbid ones, the turbid ones are from the turbid ones, the turbid ones are from the turbid ones," said Song Qiyue.

"But there is another saying that those who are close to the vermilion are red and those who are close to the ink are black. Wherever they are, they will portray themselves as a kind of person. The same is true for people to divide into groups and birds of feathers gather together." Mrs. Mo smiled faintly.

"But Madam," Song Qiyue said, "There are those who are close to the vermil and those who are close to the ink and black. There are the second half of the sentences. The sound is harmonious and the sound is clear, and the shape is straight and the shadow is straight. If I stand straight and walk straight, then I don't have to worry about anything, right?"

"Ms. Song likes reading very much, so he can pick it up casually." Mrs. Mo also found that she still has some literary skills, but this is still not enough. Mrs. Mo said again, "Even if Miss Song is clear, then what do others think?"

"What others think, I don't know, and I can't interfere in correcting their thoughts. But I know that Zheng Yan won't care." Song Qiuyue said very surely, "If he cares, then he won't marry me and me. Madam, you won't sit here and chat with me at this moment."

Mrs. Mo couldn't defeat her several times, and she couldn't win a game back. She couldn't help but stare.

Sister Jiang saw it, and she remained silent, but took out a small spray and gently sprayed it on Mrs. Mo's side.

The familiar fragrance and smell made Song Qiyue raise her eyebrows, and she smiled, "Hey? Madam, do you also use this spray?"

Mrs. Mo looked at her curiously, and saw that Song Qiyue also took out a small spray of the same size from her bag. Song Qiyue smiled and said, "Sitting in the office, you will feel chest tightness and uncomfortable. The doctor recommended me to use it. I feel it is pretty good. I like the fragrance, and it turns out that my wife also likes it."

Who would have thought that they had the same preference and taste!

Mrs. Mo glanced at her, and Song Qiyue also pressed the spray head and gently sprinkled around her. It turned out to be the same fragrance.

"It seems you still have some taste." Mrs. Mo said.

Song Qiyue smiled.

The atmosphere suddenly became more and more strange. In silence, Mrs. Mo said again, "The Mo family is not a small family in Hong Kong. With the background of Miss Song, she has done public relations. Later, such a thing happened. It seems that she is famous. You can clear yourself and ignore others, but what about others?"

"Madam, I understand what you said and your concerns, but people only have a hundred years of life. If you have to endure everything, it would be too hard. If you even need to marry, it depends on the eyes of others, what's the fun?" Song Qiyue said slightly, "I believe Zheng Yan is ready to meet all possible troubles with me."

"Drink tea." Mrs. Mo called out.

Song Qiyue nodded and tasted tea.

The afternoon meeting of the tea room on this day ended in Jingyi. However, when she left, Mrs. Mo called her name, "July."

This shout made people closer, and Song Qiyue responded, "Yes."

"If you can live alone, you can do whatever you want with your own heart and do whatever you want. That is the happiest thing. But everyone has their own responsibilities and cannot just do it for their own things. This is too willful." Mrs. Mo's voice was still as plain as at the beginning, but a little softer.

In a moment, he turned a little cold and ruthless. Mrs. Mo said, "Zhengyan wants to marry you, I have no way to interfere, but here, the Mo family, will not recognize you, and I will not agree. I hope you understand."

...

"Who won after three hundred rounds of battle?" Shao Fei asked.

Song Qiyue just smiled. Such a battle situation that is not a war has never been a winner, and no one will be a winner, only both sides will suffer losses. What should we do and how to prosper together? This is really a headache.

It was night, and the Mo Mansion was in peace.

July nights are not too hot and a little comfortable, which really makes people feel refreshed.

Taking a hot bath in the bathroom bathtub made people feel even more relaxed. At this moment, Song Qiuyue took off her clothes and soaked in the water. The foam covered herself. She closed her eyes and listened to light music, enjoying the rare pleasure of this moment. Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open!

Song Qiyue was suddenly shocked. She opened her eyes in shock and saw Mo Zhengyan's figure breaking in. His tall body appeared in the mist of water vapor. She couldn't help but shout, "How did you come in?"

She obviously locked the door!

"You forgot that the key can open the door." Mo Zhengyan held a key in his hand and gently placed it on the bathroom table.

Song Qiyue was depressed, and she said speechlessly, "You are so good at being a hooligan, do your family know?"

"I'm afraid they don't know about this." Mo Zhengyan walked over, and he came to the edge of the bathtub and sat down, then looked at her.

His eyes seemed to have the ability to see through. Song Qiyue clearly had bubbles covered with layers of foam, but he felt as if he had scanned his eyes countless times and saw through them all!

The heat on Song Qiyue's face suddenly came up, "What are you looking at?"

"Then I won't look at it." He said, and actually reached into the bathtub, touched her thighs, and squeezed them hard!

"Ah--" Song Qiyue screamed in shock. She kicked the water in the bathtub. The splashes of water splashed on him, wetting his clothes and his handsome face. Mo Zhengyan's hair was suddenly wet, with water droplets flowing.

"Who asked you to attack me in a sneak attack!" Song Qiyue said angrily.

"There's nothing." Mo Zhengyan whispered, and he began to take off his coat.

Song Qiyue's eyes widened, "What are you doing!"

"The clothes are wet, of course I have to take them off." He smiled, "By the way, let's wash together."

There is no way that Song Qiyue could say no. He was simply talking to himself and had already started to unbutton his shirt.

This is amazing. Mo Zhengyan's figure is really good and makes people admire him. He slowly unbuttoned his cufflinks, and his movements were extraordinary. Song Qiuyue couldn't help but say, "Zhengyan, unbutton them slowly."

Mo Zhengyan glanced at her, and Song Qiyue smiled and said, "Every time I see you unbutton it, I feel very passionate, passionate, and a very evil person."

This adjective is really going to block people, Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Then you come and help me get rid of it."

"No, take off yours." Song Qiyue didn't let go of this kind of appreciation. He unbuttoned the last button and the shirt was all spread out. She narrowed her eyes and said, "This chest muscle is really good, huh..."

"Your eyes now seem to want to eat me." Mo Zhengyan's voice also sank a little.

"How could I do?" Having said that, Song Qiyue's eyes were fixed on him, and there was no change at all.

Mo Zhengyan raised his long and strong arms, and the shirt was taken off and put it aside. He didn't care at all that there was another person watching boldly and unrestrainedly. On the contrary, Song Qiyue was still a little uncomfortable after all, but she couldn't help but be curious, so she still squinted her eyes and looked at him.

"I'm still satisfied with seeing it?" Mo Zhengyan took off himself and walked towards her.

Seeing him approaching, Song Qiyue couldn't help but retreat. She smiled awkwardly, "Ha, it's not bad, it's pretty good!"

His strong and strong thighs were sank into the water, stirring up ripples in the pool. In another moment, he sat in. Immediately, the bathtub could not bear the weight of the two of them. The water all came out, and the heat overflowed, flooding them both.

"I'll wash it, you can wash it slowly." Song Qiuyue wanted to leave, but he grabbed it.

"You've done me like this, just want to leave?" He held her and pulled her into his arms.
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