As soon as the newlyweds got out of the car, they were dazzled by the spotlight, and Yao Xuefei couldn't help but frowned unbearably.

He grabbed Yan Lie's arm with some dissatisfaction, shook it, and said angrily: "Can you stop being so pushy and just get married? Why are you calling so many media here?"

There was an unconcealable irritation in her tone, coupled with the many chores of being woken up early in the morning to put on makeup and dress, her patience had already been exhausted and her temper was rising.

When Yan Lie heard this, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at his wife, who was half a head shorter than him. He smiled innocently and helplessly, but deliberately put his long arm around her waist in front of the media and smiled mischievously:

"My dear wife, these media were called here by my father-in-law and mother-in-law."

He made such a title so natural and easy to use, but Yao Xuefei was embarrassed and not used to it, especially when her newlywed husband, Yan Lie, who was not too familiar to her, held her waist so affectionately for the first time.

While she was feeling uncomfortable, her heartbeat skipped a beat, and her face turned slightly red.

"Just keep talking, don't use your hands or feet."

Dragging the heavy wedding dress, she nervously withdrew from Yan Lie's arms and walked forward a little faster.

Yan Lie stood behind her, an evil smile flashed across his eyes at this moment, and an imperceptible brilliance flashed in his beautiful dark eyes.

Mo Junhao and Han Zhiqing got out of the car next. The two cars stopped at the same time. Han Zhiqing's slender thighs stretched out from the car the moment the stiletto heels she was not used to wearing landed on the ground.

It is undeniable that Han Zhiqing is a born beauty. No matter how much she hates her biological mother and the woman who gave her this face, I have to say that this face is indeed stunningly beautiful, just like her mother.

Same.

Han Zhiqing got out of the car. She was not used to wearing high heels and subconsciously slowed down her walking pace. She kept looking at the ground, looking a little cautious.

Because of this, he didn't notice her in front of him and plunged his head into the arms of Mo Junhao who was standing in front of her without leaving.

"Right..."

He raised his eyes and was about to apologize, but when he came into contact with the pair of deep blue eyes with a hint of bewilderment in front of him, the last word was stuck in his throat.

The two of them looked at each other with different moods and postures. In the end, Han Zhiqing took a step ahead of him, withdrew her gaze from his face, and returned to her usual calm state.

"I'm sorry, CEO, I didn't see you here just now."

After saying these slightly polite and unfamiliar words, she picked up her feet and walked in faster with a somewhat escaping mood, even though the high heels under her feet still prevented her from walking too fast.

"Change your clothes!"

Mo Junhao spoke calmly, his domineering voice clearly showing a dissatisfied commanding tone.

The steps Han Zhiqing just lifted paused for a moment, and her body became slightly stiff.

After a while, she turned around with a smile, faced Mo Junhao, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Why?"

But Mo Junhao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice became half lower: "This dress doesn't suit you."
Chapter completed!