I really don't want a second marriage

For the first time, yetingchen spoke to a child so patiently that he didn't even notice that his tone of voice had unconsciously softened.

"If uncle was a bad man, he wouldn't have saved me just now, so I believe uncle is a good man."

Night Tingchen picked his eyebrows and didn't answer.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiaomi bean thought and asked, "Uncle... Is he here to attend the party?"

"Yes." night Tingchen pursed his lips and nodded.

"Oh. But why does uncle wear a mask? It's not a mask dance today."

Night Tingchen's thin lips were slightly picked up and aroused a good-looking radian. His voice asked in a low voice, "why don't you tell your uncle first, and why do you wear a mask?"

"Uncle, you are so cunning. I asked you first."

Night Tingchen looked at the little guy in front of him and thought he was very interesting and smart.

Whose child is this?

Why is there only one person here? What about the rich mommy in his mouth?

Night Tingchen just wanted to ask questions, but a piece of music played at the banquet. Xiaomi Dou exclaimed, "the banquet is about to begin."

Night Tingchen took a look at the time and gave a sound.

He looked at the little guy in front of him again and thought that he almost broke his business. The purpose of his coming to the party today is not to chat with a little guy here.

However, before he spoke, the little guy said, "uncle, thank you for helping me today. I'll repay you when I have a chance. I'll go first."

Before night Tingchen could react, the little guy had run away, and then stopped to wave at him. The white and tender hands waved hard in the air, and then ran away.

Looking at the place where he disappeared, yetingchen's dark eyes were thoughtful.

*

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this feast tonight."

The host spoke on the built stage, and then let Han Qing speak on the stage. This is the normal procedure of the banquet. Before Han Qing came on the stage, the people who came to the banquet applauded face.

After a burst of thunderous applause, Han Qing began to deliver a speech.

At this time, behind the banquet hall, Han Muzi had dressed up. Xiaoyan stood on her side and stared at her.

"I thought I would see you dressed up so grandly when you got married. I didn't expect to see it now. Moreover... It's hard to surpass it in my life. It's really beautiful."

Although the work was not designed by Han Muzi, it was made by heavy industry.

Han Muzi smiled helplessly and looked down at his gorgeous skirt.

She is a designer and is naturally familiar with these.

This suit of dress is all made by heavy industry. It is very heavy to wear because it is inlaid with a lot of broken diamonds and double-sided embroidery.

Not only that, Han Qing also asked someone to prepare a broken diamond crown for her, which matched her skirt.

Han Muzi felt that she was about to doubt life. Finally, when the makeup artist held out the crown, Han Muzi almost wanted to faint.

Because usually she only watches others wear it under the stands, but she never thought she would wear it one day, and she will appear in front of so many people after wearing it.

Although she has accepted Han Muzi's identity, she has been very low-key for the past five years and has never swaggered outside with her identity.

I'm still... Not used to it.

Although this skirt is very heavy, which makes Han Muzi feel that the whole person is not his own, but... From the eyes of others, this set is undoubtedly very amazing.

"Well, it's beautiful. Let's take a picture and let me send a circle of friends."

Xiaoyan took out her mobile phone, directly turned on the camera, took several pictures with Han Muzi, and finally took several pictures for Han Muzi alone.

The host ran over and gently reminded her. She looked at the amazing color in Han Muzi's eyes.

"Miss Muzi, are you ready?"

Han Muzi looked at her, took a deep breath and nodded: "HMM."

"OK, let me help you go on stage."

After all, it was a heavy industrial skirt, and the host wanted to hold her hand. Han Muzi wanted to refuse at the beginning, but after thinking about it, he gave his hand to the other party, "please."

The words outside continued. Originally, the guests' attention was focused on Han Qing, but the light from the corner of their eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright color. After looking at it, they couldn't help flashing a startling color at the bottom of their eyes.

Some even screamed directly.

Atmosphere and emotions are easy to drive. As long as someone takes the lead, others will be easily driven.

When Han Qing heard the sound of breathing in, a thoughtful smile flashed across his eyes, and then looked at everyone's eyes.

Han Muzi walked slowly onto the stage with the help of the host.

The dress and the broken diamond on her body made her glitter in the light, like coming from the Xingchen Avenue. The light on her body was too heavy to be ignored.

Her temperament is actually cold, including the style between eyebrows and eyes, but Han Qing suddenly wanted her sister to change her image when buying a dress, so she discussed the dress with the designer.

The original designer disagreed, saying that this one was designed by himself and just wanted to sell it to someone.

After Han Qing negotiated with the other party for a long time, the designer said he would think about it again and sent him an email at night saying he agreed.

Now seeing Han Muzi walking onto the stage step by step in this dress, Han Qing suddenly feels that what he has done is normal.

At this moment, a figure of self-cultivation is hidden in the crowd. The mask decoration on his face flows with a strange light. Under the light, it is actually matched with the one on Han Muzi.

From Han Muzi's appearance, yetingchen's sight stuck to her and couldn't move away for a moment.

At the same time, it seemed that a pair of hands held his heart tightly.

The strength of crazy beating made his breathing heavier.

Unexpectedly... The woman he liked was so beautiful at this moment.

Suddenly a little regret.

The mobile phone vibrated. Yetingchen took it up and looked at it. It was a wechat call from a British friend.

After he answered, he put it in his ear. His eyes still followed the beautiful shadow on the stage and didn't want to leave for half a minute.

Not fluent but very serious Chinese sounded in my ears.

"How's it going? My old friend, I've seen the picture sent by my assistant. She's very beautiful. Is she the one you love?"

Because I don't know much about Chinese, foreigners' problems are also very direct.

Night Tingchen looked at the woman who had come to the center of the stage. The thin lips under the mask gently hooked, "yes."

"Congratulations, the person you love is very beautiful and worthy of the dress I designed."

Remembering what he had said to him before, yetingchen's thin lips ticked again: "thank you. Come to China to invite you to dinner."