Never deeply in love

Seeing that someone was looking at her, she immediately put on a proper smile and looked straight at her.

In her heart, she scolded this pair of beautiful but unusable high heels under her feet for hundreds of times. It hurt so much that her heels were all abraded and bleeding.

The hotel was so big that she searched for a bathroom for a long time. There were too many guests at the wedding banquet. The waiters were so busy that no one had time to take her to the bathroom.

She pulled them to ask, and the answer she got was just a random finger. She walked along where he pointed. She was confused again.

She could only ask questions whenever she met anyone. She had been searching and walking all the way. Finally, she found the bathroom and came out. Looking at the crowd of guests, her mind began to blur and she could not remember where she had come from.

The place was too big, there were too many people, and they had to carry proper social etiquette in the upper class. It took them a long time to walk through the crowd and look for them in a daze.

The burning pain on the back of the foot had long been abraded.

"I'm looking for you." Su zhe smiled and looked at Bai Mingyue, who was looking at him suspiciously, with a meaningful smile.

"Why are you looking for me?" Bai Mingyue asked curiously as he walked over.

Even though she struggled to endure the sharp pain from the bruised heel and walked very slowly, she could still see that her movements seemed a little difficult as she approached.

Su Zhe stared at her slow steps for a moment, revealing a clear smile.

Su Zhe shrugged. "Well, I don't know. You can ask Mr. Mo."

He looked at Mo Zihan with a smile. "Young master Mo, since miss bai is here, I'll leave if I don't have anything to do."

His reply was still a cold look.

Su Zhe looked at Bai Mingyue with a straight smile and said, "Miss bai, you should rarely wear high heels. If the shoes rub your feet, just sit and don't walk. You don't have to walk with young master Mo anyway."

After that, he wiped the oil on his feet and ran away quickly.

Bai Mingyue curled his lips and looked at him with a puzzled look as he strode away. How did he know that the shoes she was wearing were rubbing against her feet? How could he tell if she didn't show it?

Besides, how could a man know so much about women when he could tell that he was not used to wearing high heels and rubbing his feet?

That's weird. She was a woman. She didn't even know that she would suffer so much if she didn't wear high heels.

Bai Mingyue turned around and looked at Mo Zihan's cold, handsome face. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, she did not say anything more and would not take the initiative to ask.

She wouldn't ask Mo Zihan if she was bored.

She walked to the seat beside him and sat down. She glanced around, but did not see Lin Daimo. She couldn't help but wonder. Didn't she say she was waiting for her here? Where is he?

Thinking that she had followed Xiao Tingtian in, she couldn't help but worry.

But when she looked back at Mo Zihan's grim face, she thought about it and understood.

Young master Mo's aura was so strange that no one could walk in a few meters. She must have been under such pressure to leave.

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

Bai Mingyue looked around to make sure that he didn't see Lin Daimo in the crowd around him, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

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

Bai Mingyue didn't drink, and he didn't dare to drink. He was afraid that he 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 will have to walk for half a day. You have to wear around the crowd with a proper posture and high heels of seven or eight inches. It is not normal to be tired.

"Idiot." Mo Zihan noticed the way she looked around and knew that she was looking for the fake woman. He could not help but snort.

He could tell at a glance the hypocrisy of that woman. Only an idiot like Bai Mingyue would be so easily kept in the dark.

When Bai Mingyue heard this, he could not help but turn to look at him in a daze. Who was he talking about?

Mo Zihan had already averted his gaze, raised his glass coldly but elegantly, and finished the wine in one gulp.

There was no one else around, and he didn't look at anyone else. Bai Mingyue lowered his eyes and was used to his poisonous tongue.

Although it was strange for him to say these two words out of the blue, it was not like the beginning, because he was so angry with one word.

She didn't ask much, nor was she angry, but after a pause, she lowered her eyes and muttered, "I'm an idiot, or I wouldn't have met you."

If she wasn't an idiot, how could she have been set up, how could she have met Mo Zihan, and how could she not have been coerced by him, she would have been wronged by the thought of being his contracted mistress.

Mo-tse looked at her coldly and asked, "Say something."

Bai Mingyue turned away and shook his head. "Nothing."

Sensing the man's cold, inquisitive gaze hovering over his face, Bai Mingyue stubbornly bit his lips and said nothing.

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

Bai Mingyue thought without backbone.

The sharp pain in her heels came in waves. As long as she moved her feet, the pain was unbearable and she could not help but inhale.

Seeing that no one noticed, she picked up the hem of the dress and looked at the most worn right heel, which was bloody.

Bai Mingyue bit her lip, pulled open the hem of the dress without a word, covered her instep, and sneaked her heels out under the dress.

Anyway, the hem of the dress was covered, and no one would see her act so disrespectfully under it. She was in so much pain.

"What's wrong with your foot?"

She sat next to Mo Zihan and saw her looking at her feet from time to time. Occasionally, she inhaled like she was in pain. How could he not have noticed if no one else had noticed?

Although she didn't want to care about her, the thought that she was here to play a good show with herself would definitely affect the performance if anything happened to her.

After thinking for a while, Mo Zihan still opened his mouth coldly and arrogantly. It was rare for him to ask kindly.

"Nothing." Bai Mingyue bit his lips and said stubbornly, unwilling to show weakness in front of him.

She wouldn't tell him even if she had something to tell him. Did she expect him to be kind enough to understand him?

How is that possible? A wolf who eats people without spitting out bones, it would be good if she didn't take the opportunity to torture her.

Mo-tse narrowed his eyes, his handsome and deep features slightly sinking. He leaned towards her and slowly spat out in her ear, "I hate people lying."

Bai Mingyue's body stiffened, and the threat from the man's words was self-evident. Bai Mingyue had no choice but to say, "My shoes have worn my feet. My heels have been worn out. It hurts a little, but it's really okay. It's just a little skin."

Her words were half true and half false, and it was true that her heel had been abraded, but it was not a little painful, it was very painful, and it was bleeding.

It was too much for her, who was not used to wearing high heels.

She kept her eyes fixed on something in front of her, ignoring Mo Zihan's burning eyes.

Mo Zihan didn't know whether he was satisfied with her honest answer or not. He spat out three words coldly, "It's really useless."

Bai Mingyue was too lazy to argue with him. She had expected that if this man knew that she was hurt, he would not have said anything good, let alone expected him to say anything considerate of her.

It's normal for people to say things that are considerate. If a psychopath like Mo Zihan could say something like that, it would be too scary. She would think the world was a fantasy.

Su Zhe came out of nowhere and reported to Mo Zihan, "Young master Mo, mo dong just asked about you and asked when you had time to talk about the company."

"What did he say?"

Mo Zihan looked at the crowd of guests in front of him. Today was the wedding of his father's favorite youngest son. It was rare for him to think of himself.

Mo-tse's cold eyes dimmed and he gave a sneer. Apart from indulgence and indulgence in Mo Xiaoran, his father, who was only interested in profit, had never been so polite to him as Su Zhe said.

Su Zhe knew that he couldn't hide it from him. He knew his father, mo ruozi. Besides, Mo Zihan and his father, Mo Shoucheng, were not very close.

If it weren't for Mo-tse han being the eldest son and running a company on his own, he would have been much better than Mo Xiaoran, who had done nothing.

Anyone with eyes could tell that Mo Shoucheng had such a preference for his youngest son that most of the Mo family business would have to go to Mo Xiaoran.

Su Zhe cleared her throat and relayed Mo Shoucheng's words.

"Mo dong said that Mo corporation has been having a difficult time with its cash flow recently and wants young master Mo to inject capital into the company to solve its current financial crisis."

Sure enough, if there was something wrong with the Mo corporation, or if they were short of money, they would think of him as the future heir of the Mo corporation.

If there was any good thing, but he wanted him to stay away from him, and let Mo Xiaoran enjoy it, his father was really biased.

His mother, Wen Lan, would be on his side, but she never asked or understood anything about business, and she was too gentle. Mo Zihan didn't want to put her mother in a difficult position and never said anything about it.

Seeing the relationship between their father and son getting worse and worse, gradually he even went back, and the family ate less and less. Wen Lan didn't ask him, but also knew that Mo Shoucheng doted on his little son.

But Mo Zihan was the eldest son after all, and the eldest son was responsible for the future successor of the Mo family. Wen Lan only thought that Mo Shoucheng would train him as a future successor, so it was inevitable that he was a little harsh. Mo Zihan did not say how she would know this.

"Young master Mo, do you want to go over and talk to mo dong?"

Su Zhe suggested.

"No need." Mo-tse coldly spat out two words, what financial crisis?

How could his father have put the group into such a crisis when he was in the business world and was not aggressive enough to keep things up?

Moreover, the Mo corporation had not been handed over to him, and his father valued Mo Xiaoran so much that he had arranged for him to be vice president of the Mo corporation, which had the intention of nurturing him.

Then why should he meddle? Besides, his mother must be by his father's side now. He didn't want Wen Lan to know about these things, so it was better not to go over.