In July of Song Dynasty, she worked as a public relations woman for three years.

PR is a very sensitive word.

Almost always equates with the lady, accompanies the drinker to entertain the man, lingers among the men.

It's hard to imagine that being a PR woman would be pure.

That's what Song thought in July.

In most of those TV dramas and novels, there will be a mysterious woman. She maintained her noble sentiment and was not in harmony with the secular world. She was also proficient in playing chess, calligraphy and painting. Then countless men came to meet her, and she did not receive visitors.

It's a miracle.

Song July is not very high, but it's not a lady either.

There's a man behind her who meets every week.

The location is, of course, in the hotel.

Yes, she's just an invisible lover.

But in July, Song thought that it was common for men to love women.

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

Of course, that's the last word.

This evening, in July of the Song Dynasty, a client, Mr. Liu, met in Jingfuxuan, a high-end restaurant in Hong Kong City.

As a qualified public relations woman, Song July certainly can't keep customers waiting, so she arrived early.

From a distance, I saw Mr. Liu come in, and in July of the Song Dynasty, I hurried up to welcome him.

"General Liu, please, this way please!"

"Manager Song, wait a long time? It's rude of me to let such a beautiful woman wait here!"

"I'd like to wait as long as Liu is willing to come anywhere!"

Liu is nearly fifty years old, and he has a shiny face. At first glance, he knows that life on weekdays is very good.

This side of the Song Dynasty, in July, welcomed Liu to go inside. Suddenly there was a cry behind his ear, which aroused people's surprise and look back.

"Mr. Mo, here you are, your box is reserved for you..." That's the hall manager, who was greeting them the other second and saw another noble person coming in the next second.

Men in suits are stiff and can't afford a single fold. It's as if they've just taken it out of a garment store.

And the white shirt is more and more striking.

Black and white are the two most orthodox colors in the world.

is as orthodox as his identity.

Under the lamp, his deep facial features are firm and handsome. At the moment, they are stained with the halo of the glass crystal lamp. There is a silk of the beauty of the halo, and the tear mole under the corner of the eye is like the extreme of ink splashed in the painting. The color of his eyes is a black one, and there is a slight alienation in the depth of his eyes, which is so graceful and luxurious.

It seems that when he's in bed, his fundus of his eyes will be tinged with a tinge of color.

Look, it's very provocative.

"Major Mohs!" General Liu's Secretary whispered in his ear, and his eyes were full of surprises!

Of course, Song knew him in July, and how famous he was in your circle.

He was quite familiar with the Song Dynasty in July.

Yes, he is the man behind her.

Song likes to call him Mr. Mo in July.

In July, Song looked at Mr. Mo, who suddenly appeared in front of him, and at his tie. He didn't even wear anything.

She gave him a tie clip before.

He was told to wear it, but there was no result.

"It's a coincidence that you're here today..." Liu always rushed to the past to get close and warm knots.

However, Mr. Mo just nodded politely and warmly. The secretary took the other party's business card and went away.

Even Yu Guang did not give one when he passed by in July of Song Dynasty.

He's as arrogant as a creature from another world, totally empty-eyed!

Mr. Liu put his hot face on the cold bench and could only laugh.

"Oh, Mr. Liu, let me accompany you in!" In July, Song laughed and played round, but in his heart he thought that Jingfuxuan, the hall manager, was really looking at six ways and listening to all directions. Well, he should dig up such a person for his own use.

...

At 10 p.m., someone made an appointment to meet at the hotel in July of Song Dynasty.

This is Mr. Mo, of course.

In the high-rise suite of Kyoto Hotel, Song brought himself a glass of wine in July.

leaning against the windowsill, she looked ahead at the bathroom.

The frosted glass circle paints the tall reflection of a man, shaking his glass lightly in July of the Song Dynasty and counting idly.

One, two, three...

The wall lamp is a quiet lemon yellow, which drives the atmosphere very blurred.

Wet drops of water drip, men wearing bathrobes, while naked, he loosely knotted in the waist, his stature is long and straight, if compared to the model, more than a few points, absolutely beyond.

The beautiful man took a bath and let Song July not praise him. Mr. Mo's figure is very good.