In the banquet hall of the Yan family, soft waltz music was heard at this time, and the people who came to attend the dinner had gradually entered the dance floor with the music.

When Han Zhiqing came down from the upper floor, she saw Yao Xuefei anxiously looking for someone. When she saw her, her originally nervous eyes relaxed.

"Mr. Han, I'm looking for you."

At this time, Yao Xuefei had already changed into the previous white sky-high wedding dress, put on a slightly lightweight dress, and walked towards her in slender patent leather buckle high heels.

"What's up?"

No longer thinking about the unexpected entanglement with Mo Junhao in the room just now. She looked at Yao Xuefei and said.

"Of course there's something wrong."

Yao Xuefei hurriedly pulled Han Zhiqing down the stairs, pointed at the direction of the dance floor, and stomped her feet in anger, "Look at that bastard Mo Junhao."

His slender fingertips pointed at Mo Junhao who was still dazzling in the crowd, and he rushed to the crazy.

Looking at Yao Xuefei's angry expression blankly, her eyes turned toward her fingers.

The moment her eyes touched, her face changed for a moment, her eyes closed, and her heart suddenly locked.

In the dance floor, Mo Junhao was dancing with Han Zhiwei in his arms, and he was also approaching her ear from time to time and whispering.

The two of them looked very dazzling when they were bothering each other.

Especially when I saw them talking and laughing, I felt even more uncomfortable.

He wanted to take back his eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to do so. He could only watch Mo Junhao and Han Zhiwei intimate in front of her.

Mo Junhao hugged Han Zhiwei, but the light from the corner of his eyes kept locking the indifferent eyes that came from not far away.

He curled his lips and sneered, his hand wrapped around Han Zhiwei's waist, subconsciously increasing the strength.

"Oh, Hao, you hurt me."

The woman in her arms spoke in a coquettish tone of wanting to refuse but still waiting. Her enchanting and eye-catching look was indeed full of charming and adorable.

Mo Junhao's thin lips slightly curled, leaned down, his head slapped in her ears, and said, "If you feel it hurts, I'll go and change a dance partner."

The sound is still filled with magnetic properties in the cold charm, so soft that it makes people feel weak in their legs, but the words said are not as emotional as there is any breath of emotion in it.

"No, Hao."

No longer pretending to be reserved, Han Zhiwei heard Mo Junhao speak like this and immediately reached out to hold him, as if she was afraid that he would really leave because of this.

This time she attended the Yan family’s wedding banquet, she didn’t expect to meet Mo Junhao here.

Before coming, she certainly didn't expect Mo Junhao to be one of the best men today. This time it was a good opportunity for her to retake Mo Junhao from Han Zhiqing.

The Han family group belongs to her, and Mo Junhao is also hers. She will not let Han Zhiqing get anything that should belong to her Han Zhiwei.

Her thin lips curled up secretly, showing her inner calculations, but she didn't know that there would be no possibility of her abacus.

Both of them were thinking about their own plans in their hearts, but Mo Junhao's brows frowned because Han Zhiwei approached them again and again.

Several times, he wanted to kick the woman who made him extremely disgusted, but as soon as the corner of his eyes touched the look that was shot from the front of his right, he still held back.
Chapter completed!