Looking at the blank gazes around her, she frowned and pulled her hand out of Yao Xuefei's hand, and even hurriedly left.

"Mr. Han, come back..."

Yao Xuefei wanted to pull Han Zhiqing back, but when she reached out, she was pulled away by another hand that suddenly inserted into her.

"Wife, you should dance with me."

A nice voice came lazily from Yan Lie's mouth, and the man had already pulled Yao Xuefei, who was half a head smaller than him.

"What are you doing? Don't pull me, I'll look for Mo Junhao..."

"I am your husband."

Yan Lie's faint voice interrupted Yao Xuefei's extremely reluctant tone, and his long arms rounded her waist and his eyes were signaling to Mo Junhao.

After giving him a faint look, his thin lips curled up.

Yao Xuefei was pulled away by Yan Lie, leaving only Han Zhiqing standing there to receive so many gazes from the audience, especially the eyes from her right front, her heart couldn't help but become a little cramped.

Thinking of the intimate dancing posture between Mo Junhao and Han Zhiwei just now, her heart sank a little.

She straightened her back, left the dance floor, and took the red wine brought by the waiter, and sent it to her mouth, trying to hide the truest emotions in her heart.

Mo Junhao stood in the middle of the dance floor, looking at the beautiful and indifferent face that was drinking without any worries, and was anxious, angry and helpless.

"Hao..."

Han Zhiwei's voice sounded carefully in his ears, but his eyes were filled with a clear vicious aura and looked towards Han Zhiqing with a faint expression ahead.

She didn't expect Han Zhiqing would appear in the Yan family, but she was familiar with today's bride.

She hated her sister who was unwilling to admit her. No matter where she appeared, as long as Han Zhiqing was there, she could easily be taken away from her eyes that should have stayed on her.

Even though she looked like she was keeping others away, the man in front of her still couldn't help but stop on her.

She didn't understand where Han Zhiqing was better than her. What else could that cold woman do besides sarcasticizing others?

Can she know how to please men like her?

But why can such a woman make Mo Junhao care so much that he even dares to play in front of Han Zhiqing with her?

She could feel that Mo Junhao was not willing to dance with her, but was just to stimulate Han Zhiqing.

But didn't he see it? Han Zhiqing didn't care about him being with any woman.

"Your use is over."

The cruel words were heard from Mo Junhao's mouth with an inhumane determination, which made Han Zhiwei stunned in an instant, and looked at Mo Junhao incrediblely and let go of her hand.

Can he... really be so amazing?

After using her to stimulate Han Zhiqing, he got rid of it?

"Hao..."

She held Mo Junhao's hand a little unacceptable, with a little request in her eyes.

But even with such a pair of gazes that made the man unable to refuse, the only thing that caused him to be bored was his eyes.

"Your use is over."

He patiently repeated the sentence just now again, word by word.

The cold blue eyes swept towards the hands that were still holding her, and the deep eyes showed a terrifying sharpness—

"I don't want to repeat the third time."
Chapter completed!