After saying that, he turned around and left again. This time, Mo Junhao grabbed her, and his force suddenly became stronger: "Do you want to attract the attention of those men wearing this dress?"

The suppressed anger made him hesitate to speak, and Han Zhiqing's face darkened slightly, but the next second, she shrugged nonchalantly: "No??"

"Han Zhiqing!!!"

Faced with her understatement, Mo Junhao growled, and his grip on Han Zhiqing became even stronger, causing Han Zhiqing to frown in pain.

She wanted to pull her arm back from Mo Junhao's hand, but was unable to do so. Finally, she simply stopped struggling, just raised her eyes and looked into his angry blue eyes with a smile, and said:

"President, have you forgotten what you said yesterday?"

Mo Junhao was stunned, wondering what Han Zhiqing meant when he suddenly asked this question.

Obviously, he did forget what he said to Han Zhiqing yesterday.

Han Zhiqing continued to show a gentle smile and said, "I can help the president recall."

Speaking of this, not only did she not stay away from Mo Junhao, but with a teasing smile on her lips, she moved a little closer to Mo Junhao and said, "You said you will never care about me again."

One sentence struck Mo Junhao hard on the chest, causing a strange color to flash across his eyes.

At the same time, Han Zhiqing also felt a little pain in her heart because of the words she just repeated for Mo Junhao.

While Mo Junhao was stunned for a moment by what he said, Han Zhiqing raised her thin lips again, glanced at the arm that Mo Junhao was holding tightly, and continued to smile:

"The president's current performance is somewhat inconsistent with what you said yesterday."

After saying that, the moment Mo Junhao subconsciously let go, he quickly pulled his hand back, turned around, and left proudly under Mo Junhao's increasingly deep blue eyes.

After Han Zhiqing entered, Mo Junhao stood outside. After taking several deep breaths, he suppressed his anger and followed, with a dark face, towards the large luxurious banquet hall.

Many celebrities from the business and political circles who attended the wedding banquet came to the wedding scene, which naturally added a commercial atmosphere to the wealthy banquet.

Han Zhiqing never liked attending such banquets. If it weren't for the fact that this was Yao Xuefei's wedding, she would have left long ago.

However, today she was the bridesmaid and the only bridesmaid. Even if she resented the fiery and nauseating gazes on her, she still forced herself to stand there and pretend to greet those men.

Mo Junhao's face turned darker and darker, especially when he saw Han Zhiqing standing in the crowd so bright and charming, showing those disgusting middle-aged men a smile that she always disdained, he became angry.

Damn Han Zhiqing, you really want to piss me off, don’t you?

Okay! I don’t care about you! I don’t care about you anymore!

He roared angrily in his heart, but those blue eyes still stayed on Han Zhiqing's body, unwilling to leave.

"Sir, I've never seen you before, how do you call me?"

At this moment, there was a charming voice beside him that disgusted him. At the same time, the bony hand was still moving wildly on his body.

Obviously, this woman appeared at the wrong time and could only be used as cannon fodder when someone was about to explode.
Chapter completed!