After receiving her response, a gleeful radiance slid through Mo Junhao's blue eyes, and his beautiful thin lips raised a beautiful curve.

"Let's go."

The voice pressed against the secret joy coming from his chest. He lifted his feet and stopped watching so many strange gazes on their backs as they went upstairs. He left with Han Zhiqing in a good mood.

Seeing him walking upstairs in a familiar way, he opened one of the rooms and led Han Zhiqing into it.

He opened one of the wardrobes, took out a lilac dress from it, and delivered it to Han Zhiqing when she was confused.

"This one is for you."

Looking at the lilac dress in front of me, I could see it was written by a famous designer at first glance. Han Zhiqing felt a little complicated, but she didn't say anything.

He reached out and took the dress from Mo Junhao's hand foolishly, and walked to the locker room connected to the room.

When she changed into the purple dress, Mo Junhao was sitting on the sofa in the room with a leisurely look on his face, knocking his fingers on the armrest of the sofa casually, as if waiting for her.

Hearing the sound of the changing room opening, his eyes subconsciously turned toward the direction where the sound came.

Seeing that Han Zhiqing had already put on the dress he specially selected for her, she walked out of the changing room.

This dress is very simple, but it is not cliché. Although it is an evening dress design, there is no exposure at all.

Coupled with the silk black transparent silk scarf tied around her fair neck, she made her look more noble.

Compared to the dress Yao Xuefei chose for her, Han Zhiqing had to admit that she was more in love with this one.

She has never paid attention to excessive demands on clothing, but it has to be said that this dress can show nobility in its elegance. Without the previous charm and sexual feeling, it adds a more elegant nobility.

Mo Junhao's blue eyes stayed on Han Zhiqing's body and didn't want to move it away. His azure blue pupils gradually became much deeper.

After a moment, he saw his thin lips bent upwards, stood up from the sofa, and walked slowly towards her.

His fingertips slid along her fair and tender shoulders across her sexually sensual clavicle. Before Han Zhiqing changed her face, she said:

"I really regret not letting you change into this dress right away at the beginning."

His lips were aimed at Han Zhiqing's lips without permission.

With his hand domineeringly, Han Zhiqing's body that subconsciously wanted to escape, leaving her imprisoned in her arms.

When his thin lips passed over Han Zhiqing's lips, Han Zhiqing avoided it.

"It's time to change your clothes."

She spoke in a cold voice, and supported Mo Junhao's strong chest pressing towards her with both hands, but her eyes seemed a little drifted.

At this moment, Mo Junhao's enthusiasm had been easily aroused by her.

If he could calmly let go of such a beauty at this time, then he would definitely be suspected of whether he was a normal man.

And of course, Mo Junhao is definitely a normal man who is like a fake one!

The thin lips remained on Han Zhiqing's thin lips in a little fascinated manner, but she was not in a hurry to invade, but instead turned her eyes to her and shook her head slowly.

"No hurry, they will still get married without us."
Chapter completed!