Song walked barefoot in July, his hands around his neck, the wine cup still in his hand, the liquid tilted 45 degrees.

"Mo Zong, it's so heartless. I just met in Jingfuxuan and didn't say hello to me. Hmm?" Song looked up in July and her lips were almost close to him.

Mr. Mo bowed his head and raised his lips slightly. The smile was very amorous. "Now, we can say hello."

"Look, Liu might as well come and butter me up."

"Oh?" He cooperated with the inquiry.

"So I can say good things about him in front of you!" In July of the Song Dynasty, Liu felt sorry for him.

is indeed a pity, because Liu never knew that she, in July of the Song Dynasty, was the lover of Mo Jia Dashao Mo Zhengyan.

Although, there is no light.

"How do you want to speak well for him?" Mo Zhengyan asked in a low voice, and the tip of her tongue depicted her lip.

She was tickled by him, and she laughed.'Oh, Mr. Liu, he's very nice and generous, and he's very happy to cooperate with.

"What benefits have you received this time?"

"I don't want any good. If I want it, I won't ask you for it. Yeah, don't you think so, eh?"

"If you see anything, you can buy it yourself." Mo Zhengyan has always been generous with his lover, and brushes a million-dollar credit card at will every month.

"This time it's different. I'm looking at a Hermes Limited Edition handbag. There are only 1,000 handbags in the world, and it's only possible to accept a reservation. I just want that. You can buy it for me!"

"Tell Secretary Qian that she will buy it for you."

"Zhengyan, I knew you loved me!" She pecked him on the lips and smiled like a flower. "But people still want to travel to Europe. When are you free to go with me?"

"There must be no time now." As he spoke, he turned her up and pressed her against the wall. Her glass tumbled to the ground in a violent motion, and the liquid soaked the carpet.

Mr. Mo was cold in front of outsiders, but in bed, he was so passionate and wild that he seemed to break her!

...

The lights were dim, and Song fell lazily on his bed in July. She watched Mo Zhengyan putting on his clothes one by one. His movements were slow, but he was so gentle.

In July, Song narrowed her eyes slightly, and she said, "Zhengyan, why don't you use the tie clip I bought for you the other day?"

Mo Zhengyan buttoned his cuff button, "Forget it."

"Then use it tomorrow! Be sure to use it. I'll check it! "

He finally got dressed and his shirt was straight and white as snow.'How long have you been following me in July?'

"Three months!"

"It's been three months." He murmured once, and there were no waves in his indifferent eyes.

"Yes, we should celebrate well!"

Mo Zhengyan came to her side, and he bowed his head and kissed her on the lower lip, saying softly, "It's time to celebrate."

The next morning, Song was still sleeping in a hotel in July. As soon as she woke up, she saw a limited edition Hermes banquet handbag on the bedside table next to her pillow. The shiny chips were shining.

"Miss Song, you are awake. This is a gift from Mr. Mo."

There was a warm voice from a woman near her ear. It was Qian Juan, secretary.

Song was shocked in July and recovered quickly. She rose happily and held her handbag. She laughed lazily and said, "Secretary Qian, it's really hard for you to come and give me something so early."

"There's always another thing I can give you." As Secretary Qian said, she sent an envelope.

It is said that women have a sixth sense, and now there is a sixth sense in July of the Song Dynasty.

She could probably guess what was inside.

Open it and see, it's a piece of paper, expensive paper. After countless zero tails, the three characters of "Mo Zhengyan" are signed.

Secretary Qian said, "Mo always says that Miss Song is very clever, so she can understand it at a glance."

Song July laughed and had a little fun in his eyes.

I heard that Mr. Mo's changing a woman is like changing clothes. The lover next to him is guaranteed for three months, and he will certainly change it.

That's true.