He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the dark red dress that penetrated into her chest, and his voice was a bit lazy.

Han Zhiqing's face suddenly turned mostly dark, and her angry palm clenched into a fist, and her fingertips sank deeply into her palm.

Several times, looking at Mo Junhao's look that made her feel annoying, she wanted to go up and punch him a few times, but in the end, she still held back.

After taking a few deep breaths, she barely pressed the anger that kept coming out of her heart on her chest, staring at Mo Junhao's blue eyes, teasing and smiling, without saying a word.

But Mo Junhao was like a child who rarely won a victory at this time. He stood in front of Han Zhiqing with his hands wrapped around his chest and looked at her lowly.

The nice voice sounded with magnetic charm: "I've prepared the clothes for you."

His proud look was revealed, so he naturally stretched out his hand and pulled Han Zhiqing directly up the second floor of the Yan family.

But Han Zhiqing stood still with a dark face, but looked at him coldly, and the smell of gritting teeth was revealed in her eyes.

Mo Junhao didn't seem very anxious. He was even happier when he saw her making a fuss like a little girl.

His blue eyes looked at Han Zhiqing with some playful look and raised his eyebrows, and his three-dimensional thin lips bent into a perfect curve.

After glanced at everyone present and the media, his evil eyes flashed with cunning that made Han Zhiqing feel extremely dazzling.

The footsteps approached Han Zhiqing's defensive eyes and looked at her lowly. The teasing mouth made a few sneers that only the two of them could hear:

"If you want to stand here and be the focus, I'd be happy to stand here to cooperate with you."

His voice was faint, lazy and casual, but it clearly revealed the threat that Han Zhiqing would be black-faced again.

He looked at Mo Junhao with a dark face and didn't say anything, but Mo Junhao's smile became deeper and deeper.

Her hand, within reach of Han Zhiqing's sight, deliberately looked towards her collar.

As he expected, Han Zhiqing's hand was quick to grab the "savage pig hand" he reached out, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"I will go up and change it myself, and you don't need to lead the way."

She finally compromised.

Or, even if she doesn't compromise, would she really stay here until the wedding banquet end in her wedding dress with her breasts dyed red?

What's more, she didn't know if she didn't change her clothes, Mo Junhao would do something embarrassing to her.

By then, even if she doesn't want to be the focus, it won't work.

But Mo Junhao didn't seem to be intending to be obedient. Not only did he hold her hand not loosen, but he became tighter.

"Do you know which room you're in?"

He smiled and raised his eyebrows, and watched every changing expression on Han Zhiqing's face with great interest. Even if the awkward expression was minimal, he could still capture it sharply.

Han Zhiqing looked at Mo Junhao, who was more and more rogue in front of her, and she felt even more helpless than angry.

However, she once again discovered that Mo Junhao's influence on her was easily beyond her imagination.

She has always been indifferent to everyone, but all emotions can be easily released in front of him.

The hand held by Mo Junhao could even feel the faint body temperature coming from his palm.

At this moment, a hint of throbbing flashed through her heart, she pursed her lips, was silent for a while before nodding.
Chapter completed!