"Zhengyan, how's the reception tonight?" Song asked in July, holding him in his arms, Mo Zhengyan surrounded her body. "That's not the case."

"How come? I think it must be very pleasant." Song released him in July, and she looked up and laughed.

Mo Zhengyan said, "You seem to have something in your words."

Song July's hand wandered to his shirt, her finger clipped the collar, she gently lifted it up and put it in front of him, "En-hum, I don't know which beautiful woman left it?"

Mo Zhengyan looked down and smiled warmly.'Are you jealous?'

her hand is lightly across his cheek. "I like the color of the lipstick."...