Madam's well-behaved persona collapsed again

After Zhuang Yue was forcibly taken down, beautiful music rang out at the banquet.

Zhuang Mo raised his head and watched, then made a gentlemanly salute to Jing Huan, and said with a smile, "I don't know if I'm lucky enough to invite Miss Jing Huan to dance with me?"

Jing Huan lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

The news of their impending marriage has already spread, and now they appear together at a banquet, if they don't go to the dance floor to dance a song, it's really outrageous.

Five seconds later, Jing Huan stretched out her slender and fair fingers, and gently placed them on Zhuang Mo's palm.

"of course can."

A smile suddenly appeared on Zhuang Mo's face, and the naked eye could see the joy.

With a little force on his arm, with a light pull, he took Jing Huan's hand and led him onto the dance floor.

Although Jing Huan grew up outside, she is very proficient in the etiquette and dance at these banquets.

This is also thanks to the fact that when she was Han Zeli's little lover, Han Zeli was never stingy with using money to train her.

She dances lightly, and every leap and turn is like a flying butterfly. Under the bright lights, her delicate facial features become more and more perfect. The whole person is extraordinarily stunning,
Almost as soon as she entered the dance floor, everyone around her became her foil.

Zhuang Mo's eyes deepened, he stared at Jing Huan steadfastly, his eyes were quite sharp, and he was bound to win.

Such a woman, even if you marry her back and enjoy it at home, she will still make you feel very happy physically and mentally.

The dance music gradually changed from soft and smooth to passionate drumming, and the couples on the dance floor gradually became better.

With a swing of his hands, Jing Huan turned lightly on his toes, but when he went back, he suddenly fell into another chest.

Jing Huan immediately realized something was wrong, and was about to struggle, but was dragged by the man forcefully and continued to dance.

"Jing Huan." The man's voice was deep and magnetic, with a touch of deep meaning, very recognizable.

She raised her head suddenly, her eyes were startled for a moment, and then she suddenly frowned.

"It's you?"

The person who caught her turned out to be Han Zeli!

Because she and Zhuang Mo came later, the guests at the banquet were almost all there when they arrived.

The crowd was full of excitement and excitement.

So she didn't notice Han Zeli who had already arrived.

I don't even know when this man entered the dance floor, staring at her all the time, snatching it from Zhuang Mo whenever he found an opportunity.

Jing Huan's face was not very good-looking, and he struggled to shake Han Zeli away: "Are you still injured? Are you crazy, and you ran out of the hospital!"

Han Zeli let out a low hiss.

It seemed that she was pulled to the wound by her actions.

Jing Huan's movements froze immediately, his expression changed several times, but in the end he still didn't forcefully break free.

Han Zeli seemed to chuckle slightly, because the surrounding voices were too noisy, Jing Huan could hear it very vaguely and wasn't quite sure.

"You didn't come to me, so I can only come to you." The man sighed with grievance.

Jing Huan's eyes were slightly complicated.

After all, she owed him this time.

Han Zeli blocked the knife for her, so it's fine if she doesn't repay her kindness, but she even allowed her brother to cooperate with Zhuang Mo, taking the opportunity to snatch the business of Han's Group.

Perhaps because of this little bit of guilt, Jing Huan became more patient and continued to listen to Han Zeli saying: "I miss you very much, Jing Huan."

Jing Huan was unmoved, and said bluntly: "Han Zeli, although you saved me this time, I don't intend to promise you with your body. You owe me all of this, besides..."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "I'm ready to marry Zhuang Mo, Young Master Han, wish me a happy wedding."

Han Zeli's arms around Jing Huan's slender waist suddenly tightened, but he restrained it and it didn't make her feel strangled, but his face was dark and he was gnashing his teeth.

"Don't think about it!"

Jing Huan looked at the ferocious python-like veins on the man's arm, was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly.

If you don't say it, don't say it, anyway, he will not miss this sentence when the time comes.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Han Zeli said again in a deep voice: "Jing Huan, you can't marry Zhuang Mo."

Jing Huan snorted, and was about to sarcastically go back, but heard Han Zeli say: "Do you know that Zhuang Mo is not as simple as you see him, and he is still hiding the fact that he was married from you." !"

Surprise flickered across the bright eyes of Jing Huan, Jing Huan was startled, and he was indeed a little surprised.

But she quickly came back to her senses, and said indifferently, "So what?"

"Although I've never been married, I still have a bad record and even gave birth to a child. Since he doesn't dislike me, I won't dislike him either."

Sparks flickered from the bottom of Han Zeli's dark eyes, as if anger had been ignited.

She was so devoted to that man?
She didn't hesitate to belittle herself to praise the other party. Could it be that the past with him can only be called bad deeds in her opinion?

Han Zeli's breath became low and depressing, and his broad chest heaved quickly, before he managed to suppress his emotions and continued: "It's not as simple as you think."

"Do you know that Zhuang Mo had three wives, and all of them died unexpectedly after marriage! No one would believe such a coincidence, and there was no conspiracy in it."

Jing Huan's pupils trembled, and she was so shocked that she stopped dancing.

Three wives.

And all dead? !

On the other side of the dance floor, Jiang Rou and Zhuang Mo looked at each other with disgust, and then they both distanced themselves tacitly.

Seeing Jing Huan being taken away by Han Zeli, Zhuang Mo anxiously wanted to snatch it away, but was pestered by Jiang Rou endlessly.

"Zhuang Mo, I heard that you are going to marry Jing Huan, can this be true?"

Jiang Rou didn't hide the jealousy in her eyes.

She just can't see Jing Huan, that bitch.

Seeing that Zhuang Mo had a sullen face and said nothing, she said sarcastically, "A woman like her is a pair of shabby shoes that have been torn by others. You really don't pick them, yet you dare to pick them back."

"Where do you think you are better than her?" Zhuang Mo's eyes were extremely sharp and cold, and he looked at Jiang Rou without any emotion, and scoffed disdainfully: "A woman with a wicked heart like you is not as good as her .”

"you!"

Jiang Rou was so angry that she pointed at him and wanted to scold her, but Zhuang Mo ignored her and went straight to pull Jing Huan and Han Zeli away.

"Young Master Han, not everyone can touch my fiancée."

He said something with a half-smile, and then dragged Jing Huan out of the dance floor.

Zhuang Mo's mood became extremely bad.

After Jing Huan was pulled away, she obviously had a chance to break free, but Han Zeli didn't know what he said to her, so Jing Huan didn't continue to struggle.

But his fiancé in name could only watch his fiancee dance the first dance with another man not far away!

It was simply reduced to a joke, Zhuang Mo could almost feel the secretly teasing eyes around him.