Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

The man's hand is very strong, holding her in a tight way.

With a little effort, she pulled Yiqiao into her arms and patted her heavily on the back. "I won't go to the wedding tomorrow. Goodbye, Shen Yiqiao."

Chu Jin loosens her, deeply saw her one eye, did not make any hesitation again, quickly walked toward own car.

The car retrogresses, brush her to pass by, Chu Jin's voice floats out from the car window: "that puppet, send to my home."

Yi Qiao turns head to see of time, the car window is slowly rising, covered Chu Jin's face.

Yi Qiao stood in place for a while, feeling cold, then opened the door and sat in.

She was not used to wearing wet clothes. She took off her down jacket when she got on the bus and turned on the air conditioner to the maximum temperature.

……

Tomorrow is the wedding, Mo Beiting rarely next morning shift, he returned to the villa, Yi Qiao is not in the living room.

He asked sister Rong, "where's your wife?"

"Madame is upstairs."

Mo Beiting nodded and went to the bedroom on the second floor. In the half open door, the woman sat cross legged on the sofa.

Her hair is very long, natural black, big volume, radian is very beautiful!

Wearing a white bathrobe, her legs are almost naked outside. Her skin is delicate and white. She is staring at the night scene outside the window in a daze.

The man walked over, leaned slightly, confined her in the sphere of influence, chin against her hair, "thinking of me? "Yes?"

"When did you come back?" Yi Qiao was startled by the sudden horizontal arm. Hearing Mo Beiting's voice, she would turn around and be hugged by him from behind.

"Have you tried the wedding dress?"

The wedding dress was custom-made from Paris. The wedding time was too fast. It took 32 designers two months to get it today.

Yi Qiao buried most of his long face in his chest, and his voice was stuffy, "it's not too late."

"So careless?" With a low smile and a mellow voice, the man pinched her waist and kneaded it with a punitive force, "tomorrow is the wedding. Haven't you tried the wedding dress yet? What if it doesn't fit? "

"It's made to measure. It doesn't fit badly."

Even if it doesn't fit, it's too late to change it.

Mo Beiting was silent, straightened up a little, and his hand on her waist relaxed.

The atmosphere of the room changed inexplicably!

Mo Beiting walked around in front of her, squatted down, holding her feet and putting on her shoes. "Go down to eat, come up after dinner and try on the wedding dress. The designers are still waiting in the hotel."

After putting on his shoes, Mo Beiting gets up and sees that Yi Qiao is sitting and doesn't want to get up.

Pick the next eyebrow, voice low husky, with the usual, tease her tone: "want me to hold you?"

Yi Qiao shakes her head, stands up, but does not go downstairs.

Instead, he put his hand around the man's waist.

This action was beyond Mo Beiting's control. Although Yi Qiao's character became less and less sharp during this period, it was just not sharp.

Slightly stunned.

Hands stiff on both sides, finally, or gently embrace her, pacified patted her back, "what's the matter?"

"Three elder brothers," Yi Qiao looks at him, the vision is very straightforward, does not blink, "I......"

I'm worried.

Chen Baimo gave her half a month's time, but it's been two months, and there's still no movement, which makes her uneasy.

It's like falling into a trap, waiting for the last moment restlessly.

That's how she feels now!

The closer to the wedding, the more restless.

With her understanding of Chen Baimo, she can't think about it and let it go.

So, there must be a backhand.

Why don't you tell him.

This idea flashed quickly in my heart, but she still couldn't speak frankly to Mo Beiting's inquiring eyes. There were too many uncertainties that made her wince.

Mo Beiting and Chen Baimo have been dating each other for three years, but they finally parted ways because of anger. How can a relationship based on threat be indestructible? Even that unbearable deception can be regarded as not happening.

Yi Qiao wrung her eyebrows, and she didn't like it.

"Go downstairs and have dinner."

……

The wedding was held in a castle in the name of Chun min, built near the lake and surrounded by nearly 500 acres of green space.

The seven story Gothic castle stands in the center, magnificent, beautiful and elegant.

It's like a dream.

The golden wall of the hall is brilliant, and the floor is a beautiful mosaic painting of marcek.

The ground guide of the white rose extends from the entrance of the garden to the hall, with retro golden candlesticks and large-scale oil paintings on both sides of the wall, which makes it more time-honored.