The wedding invitation was bright red, with a very simple style, and a line of words were written in a straightforward manner: [Congratulations to the President of Fu Group Luo Xiao and Fu Qingshuang, the daughter of Fu Group, to tie the knot]

Below, there is the invited person, Mo Nanjue.

The column next to the female companion is empty and filled in by the invitee himself.

And time is tonight!

Although the invitation letter was just a card, Tong Ran felt it weighed a thousand pounds and almost crushed her wrist.

Brother Luo’s wedding...

He is finally getting married.

Tong Ran tightened the invitation letter and silently said in his heart, Brother Luo, I wish you a happy wedding.

"Why, I see others envious of this when they get married?" Mo Nanjue glanced at her, took the invitation letter back, and picked up the pen and wrote the word Tong Ran in the column of the female companion.

"What are you writing about?" Tong Ran was shocked and hurriedly wanted to get it back, "I won't go!"

She must be so embarrassed...

And if Fu Qingshuang saw her going, she might have something to do.

If Mo Nanjue is here, it will be really troublesome...

"My female companion, who do you write if you don't write?"

“…”

Isn’t he just a woman?

"I'll choose a dress for you and dress up beautifully."

"I really don't want to go...I don't like that kind of occasion."

"You will like such an interesting occasion," Mo Nanjue curled his lips and smiled, and the curve of his eyes widened. "I will come back for you today without missing a drop."

"What are you going to do?" Tong Ran frowned in confusion.

Is he going to smash the wedding scene in public?!

"You are waiting to see the show." Mo Nanjue threw the invitation letter aside, holding her hand and letting her fall into his arms, "I promise you will definitely say it's wonderful."

"But," Tong Ran was worried about what he did, so he looked up and asked, "It's a special situation now. Is it okay for you to attend such an occasion?"

Not going is obviously the best choice...

"What does it matter?" The man smiled slightly, and rubbed his hand around her waist a few times, "Don't worry, after tonight, these focus will not be on me."

Tong Ran became more and more unable to understand what he meant, and Mo Nanjue also said differently, so she went upstairs by herself.

...

...

All afternoon, Tong Ran was looking for excuses to lose the evening wedding banquet, but no matter what she said, Mo Nanjue just disagreed.

Not long after, someone sent a dress.

The sky blue tunic exterior hollow skirt has no extra decoration except for the two tassels outlined downwards on the shoulders.

When worn on Tong Ran, her delicate waist and tall figure were perfectly set off.

She did not tie her hair, her black and blue hair was hanging softly behind her back, and her little white face was covered with light makeup, as pure as a lily in bud.

Butler Zhou couldn't help but exclaim, "Ms. Tong is so beautiful."

Mo Nanjue was obviously very satisfied. He reached out and hooked Tong Ran's slender waist, and whispered in her ear when he carried her into the car, "Actually, when you bloom under me, you are the real beauty."

“…”

Tong Ran blushed in an instant, and reached out to hit him.

This man didn't say anything serious!
Chapter completed!