Hurt dream mark. Snow rose. z. Mo. Qingya clenched her fists.
After a while, Prince Khan, who was dressed in a white suit, walked down with a gentle smile on his face, like a prince charming.
If everyone hadn't seen the one just now, they might still think that he was quite nice, quite noble and elegant.
However, there is no such good impression now.
Men, although they are animals that are easily attracted by desires, but this happened during their engagement ceremony.
How shameless that is!
I heard that this Khanfu prince was not favored in the Arabian royal family.
This time he married the Mo family, and the Mo family gave him great benefits, and his status improved a bit.
Originally, there were still great benefits from this marriage, but now it is probably over.
Prince Khanfu doesn’t know these things yet, let alone everyone’s inner thoughts.
He was still undecided. He had already decided that after getting engaged, he would take the girl back to Arabia.
Prince Khanfu was probably still immersed in his own heart, and did not notice the faces of the people around him at all. In the complete silence, he walked to Shang Menghen. Snow rose. z. Mo. Elegant.
Today is obviously their engagement ceremony, but these people don't speak or applaud. Why are they so rude!
As expected, none of them are nobles, they are just businessmen with no manners.
There was a hint of ridicule in Prince Khan's eyes. If the Mo family hadn't supported him, he wouldn't have married a businessman!
Hurt dream mark. Snow rose. z. Mo. Qingya didn't say anything yet, but she was honest on one side. H. Mingyu cold night. Mo. Qingliu rushed forward with a single stride.
It was a punch to Khan's face.
"How dare you hit me!"
Khan helped the prince cover his face and looked at Guang Zhengda in disbelief. H. Mingyu cold night. Mo. Qingliu.
Yesterday he was still a gentle and polite person, but today he seems to be a completely different person.
His gaze was directed towards Shang Menghen on one side. Snow rose. z. Mo. Qingya looked.
Hurt dream mark. Snow rose. z. Mo. Qingya didn't look at him, but tears welled up in her eyes.
Mo Qingqing took a sip of the wine. The sweet wine slowly entered his throat and was cold.
With big eyes, he just looked at the farce in front of him quietly.
At this time, Chiyuri also walked over from the side. She originally wanted to walk over quietly, but as soon as she appeared, there was a big light chasing her and hit her.
There was a flush on Chiyuri's face that hadn't subsided yet.
At this moment, she saw the spotlight shining on her body, and then looked at the romantic decoration inside the hall.
She couldn't help but secretly wonder if she was being honest. H. Mingyu cold night. Mo. Qingliu wanted to give herself a surprise. He said last night that he wanted to surprise himself today. Could it be that she was going to propose to him.
At the moment, Chiyuri felt that she was being noticed. When she stepped on high heels and walked on the carpet, she felt like she was stepping on clouds.
A little vain, a little arrogant.
She walked upright. H. Mingyu cold night. Mo. In front of Qingliu, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he hadn't said much yet.
Honest. H. Mingyu cold night. Mo. Qingliu walked to her side, and he approached slowly. It was a surprise to him. Could it be that she was going to propose to him.
At the moment, Chiyuri felt that she was being noticed. When she stepped on high heels and walked on the carpet, she felt like she was stepping on clouds.
A little vain, a little arrogant.
She walked upright. H. Mingyu cold night. Mo. In front of Qingliu, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he hadn't said much yet.
Honest. H. Mingyu cold night. Mo. Qingliu walked to her side, and he approached slowly.