Returning to the private room, there was a dim colorful light inside.

Song Qiyue poured himself a glass of wine, and Shao Fei leaned over and said, "What's going on? Why did your suitor number 2 appear in nowhere?"

"He was changed by Sun Wukong, so he flew out." Song Qiyue joked with him.

Shao Fei didn't feel like this, and more importantly, "He is actually the eldest son of Mo?"

The Mo family is one of the few big families in Hong Kong. It has a long history and a long foundation. It has a very prestigious position in Hong Kong. Its family group is even named "Jiuyuan", which shows its prominence!

It is reported that the group's business was spanning foreign countries and was managed by its managers at home. In recent years, it has only moved back to China and has developed more vividly. The heads of the Mo family have always been extremely mysterious. They never show up in front of the media. Those who will show up will always be the head of a certain supervisor, a manager, a project leader.

This eldest son of the Mo family is truly a real person who doesn’t show his appearance!

"You are not allowed to be the eldest son of the Mo family?" Song Qiyue was drinking champagne leisurely.

"Is he the eldest son of the Mo family? What does it have to do with me?" Shao Fei frowned, his voice lowered a little, "It's you, Sister July, you have to be careful."

"What?" Look at him with a serious look.

"Media rumored that the eldest young man of the Mo family was weak and sick, and a fortune teller had predicted that he would have a short life!" Shao Fei said, "If you follow him, be careful to become a widow!"

Short-lived? Widow?

When Song Qiyue heard this, she couldn't help it and suddenly laughed out loud in the private room, "Hahaha!"

At this time, Song Lianheng also turned back from outside, and as soon as he came in, he heard Song Qiyue's laughter.

The laughter suddenly and unrestrainedly made everyone around stop and look at her, and even the beautiful singing stopped.

Mo Zhengyan sat on the sofa on the other side, his gaze flew past everyone and fell on her.

But she found out that she was looking at him too.

That gaze was direct and bold, and it was suffocating.

Song Lianheng asked, "Why is that funny?"

"Oh, Mr. Song, it's nothing. I just entertain myself." Song Qiyue responded, and she said again, "Now that I'm finished entertaining myself, I'll sing a song for you too!"

"Stay sing, I'll order a song." Song Qiyue got up, and she went to the jukebox to order a song.

When the beauty got off the stage, Song Qiyue took the mai and sat on the high chair. She sang slowly and gently, the light floated over her cheeks, and the eyes were teasing, silence was louder than sound, "Last night, I dreamed of you again. In my dream, I saw beautiful things. Maybe I thought of you before going to bed, and I dreamed of you..."

At the end of the song, everyone was still unsatisfied and applauded!

Manager Fang shouted, "Manager Song! You sang so well!"

"You're welcome!" Song Qiyue paid tribute to him with a glass of wine.

"I'm not polite, but really! If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Song and Mr. Mo!" Manager Fang shouted.

Song Lianheng smiled, "It's good."

Mo Zhengyan sat there like a prince, he didn't move or speak.

Song Qiyue smiled, and she was holding a wine glass and competing at Mo Zhengyan, "Mr. Mo?"

Mo Zhengyan smiled slowly, and his handsome face was extraordinary and heroic. He just said, "It's okay."

A reluctant answer was clearly not a compliment. Song Qiuyue was not embarrassed, so she raised her glass to him and drank it all.

Song Lianheng looked at this scene and his eyes tightened slightly. Young Master Mo was unmoved. It seemed that he had to think of a solution.

The private room continued to sing and have fun, and Song Qiyue and Manager Fang played dice, which was very lively. After playing several games, Manager Fang was defeated one after another. After a bottle of strong wine, he shook his head and said, "I am the defeated general! Manager Song, you are so powerful, I can't do it anymore, I have to ease me!"

"How can that work? Who will play with me?" Song Qiyue asked with a smile.

Manager Fang looked at it. Song Lianheng was playing snooker with the beauty. It was just your and my affection, so he couldn't interrupt him. He turned his head to look at the other one and shouted quickly, "Mr. Mo, do you want to play a few games?"

Song Qiyue met Mo Zhengyan, and the dice cup was still in her hand. She raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Mr. Mo, will you come?"

Mo Zhengyan held the wine and did not respond for a while.

Song Qiyue said again, "What, don't you dare?"
Chapter completed!