Yan Xihua's words seemed unintentional, but Mo Jia still heard them clearly. He held the wine glass, turned around, and whispered something to the person behind him, as if his nominal wife had an affair with another man.
, it has nothing to do with him at all.
Mo Tieyi was also stunned and raised his brows suspiciously, "Azhong, am I getting old? Why can't I understand these children?"
Sister Zhong also shook her head, "Old man, don't talk about you, I don't understand either."
Huan Huan, who was originally going to attend the cocktail party with Mo Jia, actually became the female companion of the second young master Mo Sheng. This was a bit unexpected. Fortunately, except for the Mo family, no one knew Huan Huan's identity and only regarded her as...
Director Mo's former personal assistant. Otherwise, it's hard to predict how big of a stir it would have caused.
Wherever there is a cocktail party, there will always be beauties vying with each other. All the female staff members are trying their best to stand out on such occasions. Before Yan Xihua did not appear, they could have fought to the death, but as soon as Yan Xihua showed up,
, kill one immediately.
Yan Xihua, who was originally the leading one, is now equally divided because of the appearance of Huan Huan.
The dress on Huanhuan is really eye-catching, especially her beautiful legs, which are straight and slender. Every step she takes will set off a small charming trend, which will in vain make the men present easier. As Mojia spoke, his eyes seemed to be similar.
Wu glanced over here and noticed the overt and covert looks of admiration or lust around him. A trace of displeasure between his eyebrows soon filled his entire face.
He waved to the hotel manager and whispered a few words in his ear. The manager nodded and left immediately.
Yan Xihua saw this, but she was smart enough not to ask anything, but was polite to the wealthy businessmen and wives who came to chat.
This is how the upper class society competes with who is richer and who is more hypocritical. In terms of background, although she cannot squeeze into this circle, she has stayed in the Mo family for so long and has been influenced by what she has seen and heard. In addition, she is a transparent person, so
, she behaved like a lady, and for a moment actually confused everyone's attention.
In contrast to her ease and ease, Su Huanhuan was doing nothing, following Mo Sheng, yawning incessantly when faced with those who came to get close to him. There were also the two people dangling not far away.
It was enough to fill the gap. She suddenly began to regret why she agreed to come here!
Mo Sheng saw her boredom in his eyes, nodded slightly to the people around him, turned his face and leaned into her ear and said, "There is food over there, I will accompany you there."
"No need, I'll just go by myself." Huanhuan is also a sensible person, so she turned around and left alone.
At this moment, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and melodious music sounded at the right time, indicating the official start of the cocktail party.
Huanhuan raised her head and looked around. After adapting to the dim light, she moved towards her goal. The rows of tempting mousse in front of her reminded her of Chifeng. If the little one could come here, he would see so many delicious foods.
, will definitely jump with joy.
Picked up a piece, stood in the corner, and tasted it carefully.
On the stage, Mo Tieyi had already begun to speak, mostly expressing gratitude and encouragement. Huanhuan was not interested, so he had to focus on food.
The air around her suddenly fluctuated. The amplitude was not large, but it was extremely obvious. She was very familiar with this thin and cool smell. Her expression froze, and she turned around slowly, and she met a pair of indifferent and slightly cold eyes.
"Why come with Mo Sheng?" he asked straight to the point.
Huanhuan looked away, "Why can't you come with him?"
She is really angry, what's this? He doesn't want to bring her here, and he doesn't allow others to invite her? Shouldn't she, Su Huanhuan, have no market?! After all, she is also a girl and a flower!
Mojia seemed to be holding back. Dressed in pitch black, he could blend into the darkness around him. He stared at her unscrupulously, his eyes falling on her exposed pair of beautiful legs, and the hem of her skirt that barely reached her thighs.
What a coincidence, there was someone around him who was looking at him blindly, and he bumped into him.
Mojia's chest rose and fell obviously, and his voice was frighteningly deep, "Su Huanhuan, I'll give you five minutes, and you should change out of these damn clothes right away!"
"Why?!" Huanhuan is really angry. Forget about the people who care about her, now she even has to care about what clothes she wears?!
Prince, are you too busy?
She stared with round eyes, "Young Master Mo, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
Mojia narrowed her eyes, hooked her lips, and acted like a sneer. Huanhuan shuddered, and took a small step back. He approached, leaving no room for her to retreat, with a cold look, three points
Evil, three-point bullying, "Maybe, I should let you see what obsessive-compulsive disorder is."
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the side door.
"Hey you--"
"If you want everyone to look this way, just shout."
Damn it!
Huanhuan was struggling and glaring at him, but Mojia didn't even look at her and dragged her out of the side door.
Not far away, Zhong Kun pushed up his glasses and grabbed the passing waiter with a smile, "Have a cup of fragrant tablets. Remember, ask for the magnolia flower. Oh, by the way, add some honey. The weather is dry and everyone is a bit angry.
It’s better to drink some tea.”
The waiter nodded blankly, "Uh, please wait a moment."
The fascinating eyes behind the lenses were suddenly aimed at Mo Sheng opposite. After handing the tea cup to the waiter, he walked over and smiled, "Master Sheng, long time no see."
Mo Sheng, who was still looking for Huan Huan, turned around and raised his eyebrows, "Zhong Kun? When did you come back?"
"Haha, yesterday. Mr. Sheng, we haven't seen you for such a long time. Do you have time to chat?"
There was a hint of confusion between Mo Sheng's brows, but then he smiled, "Okay, just in time, I also have some questions that I would like to ask."
"If you dare not take it seriously, if something happens to Mr. Sheng, you must know everything and say it."
When the two of them turned around, Zhong Kun glanced at the side door, his mouth slightly raised.
He would remember to ask the prince for this favor.
Huanhuan was pulled by Mojia all the way to the lounge next to her. She shook her painful wrist and narrowed her eyes in anger, "Mojia, you are really weird! What kind of clothes do I wear?
Does it bother you?"
Mojia turned around, her long hair flowing in an elegant arc. Standing in front of her, she looked so graceful and graceful, but her handsome face, which had always been smooth and smooth, was shrouded in a gloomy haze.
"This skirt is so short that it doesn't cover anything, but you feel comfortable wearing it?"
Huanhuan's face turned red, her long legs squeezed together uncomfortably, trying to escape his piercing gaze, and she raised her neck, "Where is it short?"
Mojia sneered, stepped forward, and unceremoniously grabbed the hem of her skirt, "Isn't this too short?"
Huanhuan was shocked and was so stunned that he forgot to react.
Just now, did Mo Jia lift her skirt...
The majestic m.o. prince actually lifted up her skirt?!
Her face turned from red to white, and then from white to blue, and her anger engulfed her!