Attack of the Adorable Kid

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An Feng has seen narcissistic, but has never seen such a narcissistic.

Where did he see that she was still interested in him?

Having been single for him for so many years, why hadn't she noticed that he was so narcissistic?

An Feng frowned and pushed him away.

Just trying to say something, suddenly the door of the bride's dressing room was opened, "Aunt Feng."

Hearing Tang Porcelain calling her, An Feng turned back and gave a warning look at Zhou Li, "Mr. Zhou, please take care of yourself!"

An Feng walked towards the dressing room.

After taking a few steps, she felt a sharp look that couldn't be ignored and fell on her.

She turned back, except to keep staring at her Zhou Li, but couldn't see anyone else.

Tang Porcelain was still waiting for her in the dressing room. An Feng could not think too much and quickly walked in.

Tang Porcelain replaced her with a white wedding dress with elegant style. The back was hollowed out, exposing graceful ridge lines, a slim waist and a beautiful grip. The beautiful butterfly bone looked very beautiful. The oversized tail skirt was worn on the head. The crown made her beautiful.

Tang Porcelain is a hybrid, with no dead angles of 360 degrees, exquisite facial features, and a pair of beautiful cat eyes.

An Feng opened the gift box, which contained a set of valuable jewelry.

An Feng put it on Tang Ci.

Tang Porcelain looked at An Feng slightly in the eyes. "Aunt Feng, I got married, my father asked the Mo family for one billion yuan, and he gave me nothing. But Aunt Feng, we haven't seen you for so many years, but you gave me Such an expensive gift ... "

An Feng wiped off the tears from the corners of the eyes of Tang Porcelain. "My mother and I grew up together, just like your sisters and sisters, don't be polite with Aunt Feng."

Tang Porcelain hugged An Feng and leaned her chin on her shoulder. "Thank you Aunt Feng, and thank you sister-in-law."

At this moment, the door of the dressing room was suddenly opened.

A man in a wheelchair was pushed in.

The man in a wheelchair, wearing a white suit, had exposed hands that were burnt into deformities and had scars all over. The original face of Junyi was beyond recognition. There were only a pair of still sharp eyes, looking at Tang porcelain coldly.

He is the object of Tang porcelain's upcoming marriage, Mo Zi, the second son of Mo family.

The man who pushed him ... is the grandfather of Mohism, and is also the master of Mohism.

Tang Ci's eyes moved from Mo Shi's face to Mo Yan's body.

He was tall, at least 18.8, straight and long, wearing a black suit, rigorous and cold. There was a pair of rimless glasses under the tall bridge of his nose, and Sven looked ascetic, but showed indifference.

Although he looks gentle and polite, if you regard him as a scholar who has nothing to do with chickens, you will definitely pay a heavy price. According to Tang Porcelain's understanding, Grandpa Mo and the second son were not born in the main house, and the brothers had no status when they entered the house. However, later, the grandfather Mosao shuffled the Mo family with bloodthirsty and thunderous methods. Brother, I heard that the means are extremely cruel and cold-blooded.

Now in Mexico, no one dares to offend Mexican grandson.

As long as you hear the words Mo Yan, you will be frightened.

Mo Yan is extremely cold-blooded to everyone, except his brother.

"Brother, let this woman go, I don't want to marry her!" Mo Shi's vocal cords were burned by the fire, and some words were illegible, but Mo Yan could hear what he said.

Tang Porcelain understood a rolling character, and with Mo Yi's twisted expression, she could tell that the second son did not want to marry her.

An Feng had heard of Mo Er's son being burned, but he did not expect it to be so serious. She distressed Tang Porcelain and gently held her hand.

After Tang Ci smiled at An Feng slightly, she looked at the twisted face of ink dill. "Your brother bought me from Tang's family for one billion yuan. I heard that he never does a loss-making business. You must let me go." ? "

Mo Shi looked at the woman who was about to marry him and was still smiling. He picked up an ashtray and threw it towards Tang Porcelain.

Tang Porcelain didn't dodge, the ashtray hit her forehead, and a hint of red came out.

Seeing this, An Feng's face suddenly changed. "Mr. Mo, how can you hit a woman by yourself?" An Feng wanted to take Tang Po away, Tang Po shook her head with a smile, "Aunt Feng, I'm fine, don't you worry."

Mo Yan, who hadn't been silent, glanced at Tang Porcelain. He patted his hands, and the door of the dressing room was immediately opened by two bodyguards. "Take Second Master out, and I have to say something to Miss Tang alone."

Tang Porcelain Anfeng nodded. "Aunt Feng, go to church first!"

An Feng knew that it was the Tang family and the Mo family. Even if she felt bad about Tang porcelain, she couldn't get involved.

After a slight sigh, An Feng left.

In the dressing room, only Tang Porcelain and Mo Yan remained, Mo Yan sat on the sofa, his long legs gracefully overlapped, and he lowered his head and nodded a cigarette.

Tang Porcelain sat next to him with a skirt.

The smoke spread from the man's thin lips to his nose. He looked up and glanced at Tang Porcelain. The phoenix eyes under the lens were cold, "Sit away."

Tang Porcelain was unmoved. She was close to him. She pressed her meticulous trousers a little, her strong legs were stretched out, and the legs under the fabric were very firm and muscular at a glance.

He looked thin, but the figure under the cloth was better than the model.

In the face of a man's cold-blooded and dark atmosphere, Tang Porcelain was not afraid, her eyebrows bent down, and those cat eyes looked bright and playful. "The woman who will confess to you will marry his younger brother, Uncle Mo. You are so cold-hearted and cold-hearted! "Said Tang Porcelain, slender and white fingers, poking at Mo Yan's chest.

The next second, he held his finger. A great pain came.

Tang porcelain sucked out the air and pulled his finger that was about to be broken. She smiled unswervingly on her face, and she lowered the hand, as if accidentally and intentionally. The hanging position was on his leg and the side of the trousers bag. The fingertips touched the position of his pants chain.

As he glanced coldly at her, she retracted her hand with a smile, "I was pinched and disabled by you, accidentally touched."

Mo Yan stared at her, and Swen, wearing glasses, looked stern and stern, "The next time, you will not only have more pain than that, I will waste your hand!"

Tang Porcelain saw the phoenix under his lens reflecting the temperature of Sen Han, indifference to the extreme.

Like a sharp and relentless ice blade.

Tang Porcelain ’s lips deepened her smile, and her small face moved closer to Mo Yan, “Okay, I lost a hand, and I told Mo Shi that his brother wanted to rude me, I did n’t agree, and he twisted off my hand."

"Oh." Mo Yan chuckled, "I have a fiancee, and you are less than one-third of her. What's the reason for me to insult you?"

Before Tang Porcelain had time to say anything, the door of the dressing room was pushed open from the outside.

"Big brother."