When she saw someone looking at her, she immediately opened up a proper smile and did not squint.

In my heart, I scolded this pair of good-looking but not easy-to-use high-heeled shoes under the sole of her feet for hundreds of times. It hurt so much that her heels were worn and bleeding.

The hotel is too big. She has been looking for a restroom for a long time. There are too many wedding guests. The waiters are so busy that no one has time to take her to the restroom.

She pulled them to ask, and the reply she got was just a random finger. She walked along the place he pointed out, seven around eight around, and she was dizzy again.

She could only ask people when she met them. All the way, she managed to find the bathroom and came out. Looking at the crowd of guests, her mind began to be confused. She could not remember where she had come from.

The place was too big, there were too many people, and they had to carry decent social etiquette. They finally went through the crowd and found it in a muddle.

The burning pain on the instep has been worn out for a long time.

"For you." Su Zhe looks at his white moon with a smile, which is very meaningful.

"What do you want me for?" Bai Mingyue is strange. She asks and walks over.

Even though she had to endure the sharp pain from the place where her heel was worn, she walked with a small step, but when she came near, she could still see that her action seemed a little difficult.

Su Zhe stares at her slow step for a moment, showing a clear smile.

Su Zhe shrugged, "well, I don't know. You can ask Mo Shao."

He looked at Mo Zihan with a smile, "Mo Shao, since Miss Bai is here, there's nothing wrong with me. I'll flash first."

His reply is still cold.

Su Zhe looked at Bai Mingyue and said, "Miss Bai, you should seldom wear high-heeled shoes. If your shoes wear your feet, just sit and don't walk. Anyway, you don't have to walk with Mo Shao."

Finish saying then sole of the foot spreads oil to leave quickly.

Bai Mingyue turns her lips and looks at him walking away with doubts. How can he know that the shoes she wears are worn by her feet? Clearly, she doesn't show it. How can he see it?

How can a man know so clearly about women when he can say that women are not used to wearing high heels and grinding their feet?

It's strange. She's a woman. She doesn't wear high heels. She doesn't even know that if she's unaccustomed to high heels, she'll suffer so much, and her feet will grind so hard.

Bai Mingyue looks back at Mo Zi's cold and cool face. She doesn't say anything and doesn't take the initiative to ask.

She won't ask Mo Zihan without interest.

She went to the seat beside him and sat down. She looked around. She didn't see Lin daimo. She couldn't help but wonder. Didn't daimo say she was waiting for her here? Anyone here?

Thinking that she came in with Xiao tingtian, I couldn't help worrying.

But when she looked back and saw mozishan's cruel face, she understood after thinking about it.

Mo Shao's aura is so abnormal that there is no grass in a few meters. Dai Mo must be unable to bear the pressure and walk away.

She was forced to have no choice. If she had a choice, she would not be willing to stay around such a man for even one second - cold and suffocating.

Bai Mingyue looks around and makes sure she doesn't see Lin daimo in the crowd. She is disappointed.

It's better to have someone to accompany her under this iceberg. At least it's not so boring.

Bai Mingyue didn't drink, and she didn't dare to drink, for fear that she would go to the bathroom after drinking too much water.

In such a big hotel, even if you know the location of the bathroom, you have to walk for a long time. You have to wear the appropriate etiquette posture in the crowd with seven or eight inch high-heeled shoes. It's not so tired.

"Idiot." Mozi Han noticed her look around, and knew that she was looking for the woman who had just been a hypocrite. He could not help humming coldly.

That woman's hypocrisy he saw at a glance, only Bai Mingyue such an idiot woman will be so easy to keep in the dark.

Bai Mingyue smell speech, can't help but turn a head to see to he be in a daze, he this is to say who?

Mozi Han has moved his eyes, cold but elegant toast, drink the wine in the cup.

There was no one else around, and he didn't look at anyone else, except to say who else she could say. Bai Mingyue droops her eyes. She has been stabbed by his poisonous tongue for a long time. She has been used to it for a long time.

Although he felt strange because of his sudden two words, he was not as angry as he was at the beginning.

She didn't ask much and didn't get angry, but after being stunned, she lowered her eyes and whispered, "I'm an idiot, or I won't meet you."

If she is not an idiot, how can she be designed, how can she meet Mo Zihan, and how can she not be coerced by him. When she is his contract mistress, she will be wronged when she thinks about it.

Mozi looked at her coldly and asked, "what to say."

White moon don't open face, shake her head, "nothing."Aware of the man's cold exploration of the line of sight in the face stay, white moon stubborn bite lips, silent.

If you want me to say it, I have to say it. Girl, I won't say it.

Bai Mingyue is very spineless.

The tingling sensation in the heel came from time to time. As long as she moved her foot, she couldn't bear the pain and couldn't help inhaling.

See no one noticed here, she picked up the dress skirt wide skirt corner, looked at the most severely worn right heel, bloody.

Bai Mingyue bit her lip, pulled open the dress skirt without saying a word, covered her instep, and secretly lifted her heel out under the skirt.

Anyway, the skirt was covered, and no one would see her impolite action under the skirt. She was in great pain.

"What happened to the foot."

She sat beside Mo Zihan and saw her looking at her feet from time to time. Occasionally, she seemed to inhale in pain. If others didn't pay attention, how could he not notice.

Although I don't want to take care of her, I think that she came here to play a good play for others. If anything happens to her, it will definitely affect the performance.

Think about it, Mozi cold or haughty mouth, rarely kind-hearted asked.

"Nothing." Bai Mingyue bit her lips and said stubbornly that she didn't want to show weakness in front of him.

She will not tell him even if she has something. Can she expect him to be kind and considerate?

How can it be that a wolf who eats people but does not spit up bones, does not take the opportunity to toss down the well, she is good.

Mozi's eyes narrowed and his handsome and deep features sank. He leaned towards her and slowly spat out a sentence in her ear: "I hate people lying."

Bai Mingyue's body is stiff. The threat from the man's words is self-evident. Bai Mingyue has no choice but to say: "my shoes are worn out. My heel is worn out. It's a little painful, but it's really OK. It's just a little skin."

Her words are half true and half false. It's true that her heel has been abraded. But it's not a little painful. It's very painful. It's bleeding.

For her, who is not used to wearing high-heeled shoes, she is suffering too much.

She fixed her eyes on some place in front of her, deliberately ignoring Mo Zihan's dazzling eyes.

Mo Zi Han didn't know whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with her truthful answer, so he spat out three words, "it's useless."

Bai Mingyue didn't bother to worry about him. She had expected that if the man knew that she was hurt, he would not have any good words, and she didn't expect him to show any consideration for her.

It's normal for others to say considerate words. If Mozi Han, a pervert, could say such words, it would be too scary. She would think that the world is mysterious.

Su Zhe didn't know where he came from and reported to Mo Zihan, "Mo Shao, Mo Dong just asked you when you have time to talk about the company."

"What did he say?"

Mo Zihan looks at the guests gathered in front of him. Today is his father's favorite little son's wedding. It's rare that he can think of himself.

Mozi's eyes were cold, and he gave a sneer. In addition to indulging in Mo Xiaoran, his profit oriented father had never been so polite to him as Su Zhe said.

Su Zhe knows that he can't hide it from him. He knows that his father is better than his son. Besides, the relationship between mozihan and his Lao Tzu Mo Shoucheng is not very intimate.

If it wasn't for Mo Zihan, the eldest son, who started a company on his own, it would be much better than Mo Xiaoran, who achieved nothing.

People with eyes can see that Mo Shoucheng favors his younger son so much that most of the Mohist industry should be handed over to Mo Xiaoran.

Su Zhe cleared his throat and recited Mo Shoucheng's words.

"Mr. Mo said that the Mohist group has been facing difficulties in capital turnover recently, and he wants Mr. Mo Shao to inject capital from Hanmang film and television to solve the Mohist group's current financial crisis."

Sure enough, if there is something wrong with the Mohist group, or if they are short of money, they will think of him as the so-called future successor of Mohism.

What's the good thing, but I wish he was far away, let Mo Xiaoran enjoy it, his father is really eccentric.

His mother, Wenlan, would turn to him, but she didn't know anything about business. She was too gentle. Mozi Han didn't want to embarrass his mother, and she never said that.

Seeing that the relationship between their father and son is getting worse day by day, gradually he even goes back, and the number of meals of the family is getting less and less. Wen Lan has not asked him, but also knows that Mo Shoucheng dotes on his little son.

After all, Mozi Han is the eldest son. The eldest son shoulders the responsibility of the future successor of Mohism. Wen Lan only treats him as the successor of Mohism. It's hard to avoid being a bit harsh. Mozi Han didn't say how she would know this.

"Mo Shao, would you like to talk to Mo Dong?"

Su Zhe suggested.

"No need." Mozi cold face expressionless spit out two words, what financial crisis?

His father is now in the market, not enterprising enough, more than conservative, how can the group fall into such a crisis?What's more, the Mohist group has not been handed over to him, and his father attaches so much importance to him that he has arranged for him to be the vice president of the Mohist group, which means that he has the intention to cultivate him.

Then why should he meddle in his own business? Besides, his mother must be by his father's side now. He doesn't want Wenlan to know these things, so it's better not to go there.

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