Sweet wife is too sweet: Mr.Huo, you are so fierce

When Mo Weiping asked, her eyes bent slightly and smiled sweetly, but her eyes were staring at Huo Cang's face: "yes, sister and brother-in-law, Qinghuan really wants you to stay and attend my wedding with Yu Hao."

Mo Xiaoman really doesn't understand Mo Qinghuan. She says she can bear it. It's really unbearable!

She grabbed Huo Cang's arm and didn't want to stay any longer. However, Huo Cang didn't mean to leave at all.

"Huo Cang?" She couldn't help shouting. Huo Cang tightened his hand on her shoulder, bowed his head in front of everyone and kissed her lips. Her face was like a fire, and her whole body became hot because of shyness.

Looking at this scene, Yu Hao's pupils shrink hard!

Mo Qinghuan clenched the bouquet in her hand, her smile stiffened for a second, and her face turned white, which made her whole person feel weak when the wind blew.

Mo Xiaoman's mind was blank. Anyway, he didn't expect that he would kiss himself in public. Then he heard him say something that only two people could hear: "it's not over."

Today, the battle Huo Cang asked her to meet is not over.

At a distance of more than ten meters, Huo Cang looked at Yu Hao's angry eyes, pondering the color and cold killing intention gathered in his ink dyed eyes. He said like a handout: "help you."

People: "

Mo Xiaoman knows for the first time that someone can deduce arrogance as such a matter of course. No, it should be said that this loneliness from Huo Cang's bones makes him qualified not to pay attention to everything!

When she came, Mo Xiaoman was ready. No matter what happened today, she didn't intend to shrink back... Because she was more afraid of Huo Cang's punishment.

But when Huo Cang took her in his arms, in front of everyone, facing the cameras of those reporters and saying that she was his person, she seemed suddenly... Not so afraid of him.

The next wedding was held as usual. Huo Cang and Mo Xiaoman sat alone in a corner. The coldness around him automatically isolated a field that others did not dare to step into.

Huo Cang sat on the sofa with his slender legs folded. He supported his forehead with one hand. He seemed bored to look at Yu Hao and Mo Qinghuan who swore to each other on the stage. It seemed that his eyes were shining and didn't look at anything. He is like a dangerous cheetah, lying here quietly, elegant and lazy, dangerous and mysterious.

He put his other hand on Mo Xiaoman's shoulder. His slender fingers gently rubbed her bare smooth shoulder, and unconsciously slipped on her slender waist along the beautiful shoulder line

Mo Xiaoman knows nothing about it.

With a glass of champagne in her hand, she looked absently at Yu Hao and Mo Qinghuan, who were exchanging rings, and couldn't help holding the cup.

Until there was a burning breath in her ear, she came back to her senses with an exciting spirit, and her waist was suddenly tightened. The whole person was vigorously brought into his arms and threw herself on his chest.

"What are you thinking?" No matter what he said or what he said, he was always so concise and comprehensive.

Mo Xiaoman felt that his earlobes were lightly swept, and his whole body trembled. The champagne in her hand almost splashed out. She quickly stabilized her mind and replied, "nothing, nothing."

Huo Cang didn't speak, but just bit her red earlobe. Mo Xiaoman whispered. Finally, a few drops of champagne spilled out and soaked his coat.

She hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I..."

Huo Cang took the wine glass from her hand, but didn't drink it. He just shook it gently in his hand. The other hand held her waist tightly and stared at the shaking wine. There was an obvious warning and danger in his faint tone: "say."

Mo Xiaoman looked at Yu Hao helplessly. What she thought was not something she couldn't say, but she remembered the day when she married Yu Hao, which was the same day Mo Qinghuan and her ex husband. Drunk Yu Hao took out the ring, but didn't take it on her hand. Instead, she directly hit the ring box on her, and then sarcastically said to her:

"If you want to wear it, you can wear it yourself. I, Yu Hao, will never admit that you are my wife!"

When she finished, Huo Cang didn't say a word. He half closed his eyes and stared at the stage. There was fierce applause around. On the stage, the groom was about to kiss the bride.

Yu Hao suddenly looked at them and looked straight at Mo Xiaoman. She was stunned and avoided without trace. The priest on the stage had reminded the bridegroom that he could kiss the bride for the second time, but Yu Hao had not taken back his sight.

Being stared at by him, Mo Xiaoman suddenly had the illusion of being stared at by a cold poisonous snake. She really didn't understand the meaning of Huo Cang's stay. Did she really want to finish the wedding wine?

Suddenly Huo Cang asked her, "do you drink?"

Yu Hao over there was still staring at this side. Mo Xiaoman turned his face away and couldn't help but gather together in Huo Cang's arms. He made an absent-minded sound.

Even she didn't realize how natural the action of seeking help and protection was. Yu Hao's face was suddenly cold over there. Huo Cang felt childish pride at the bottom of his eyes and drank the wine in the cup. In Yu Hao's gloomy gaze, he lifted Mo Xiaoman's chin and printed her lips overbearing!

Yu Hao's face was like being slapped, his face shook hard, grabbed Mo Qinghuan, kissed her in a hurry, and led her down the stage.

Mo Xiaoman was suddenly kissed and stunned. Then his lips and teeth were picked away. The rich wine was warm and poured in immediately

She suddenly opened her eyes and subconsciously wanted to push Huo Cang away, but Huo Cang was dissatisfied. He put his palm around the back of her head, recklessly deepened the kiss, and delivered all the residual wine to her mouth, which could not be rejected by her!

He didn't let her go until she swallowed all the wine. When he left her lips, he licked the wine stains from the corners of her mouth with a hint of provocation and tenderness, and relaxed the shackles on her with satisfaction.

Mo Xiaoman was panting. His breath remained in his mouth, intertwined with the mellow aroma of wine, and her face was hot.

When you look at the stage, it's empty.

Yu Hao and Mo Qinghuan are toasting everywhere. Somehow or unintentionally, they automatically ignore Huo Cang and Mo Xiaoman.

A waiter carrying a tray passed by, neatly holding champagne on the tray. The color full of temptation and romance hooked Mo Xiaoman's eyes and unconsciously moved with him, with his mouth full of champagne.

Huo Cang's voice sounded coldly in his ear: "do you still want to drink?"

Mo Xiaoman licked his lips subconsciously. She doesn't want to drink like that again!

However, before he refused, Huo Cang had a glass of champagne in his hand. In front of her, he swallowed the beautiful wine bit by bit into his throat. His throat rolled up and down, as if with deliberate eroticism, condensed her sight.

She seemed to taste the wine again.