Since knowing the name Halo, He Wan'er has no interest in anything, no matter how delicious things are, he has no appetite, and he has seen beautiful clothes.

The three dresses and wedding dresses she just tried are indeed beautiful, and as for the haute couture dress, which often costs millions, she has only seen it in fashion magazines or celebrities before.

When I got it on my hand and wore it, I realized that the so-called high-end clothing could be so exquisite.

The delicate handiwork of beads and embroidery, the retro elegance of silver tassels and crochet lace, and the subtle textures and changes of tides and water waves can be depicted on the thin veil, which is elegant, agile and gentle.

However, He Guaner no longer wants to care about the price of the wedding dress, and even has no mind about whether he is beautiful or not after wearing it.

Of course, she didn't have the heart, because these were not hers, including the title of "Mrs. Mo" that Xiao Lei used to ridicule her at every turn.

Anyway, the clothes are just her props, wear this expensive dress to star in a grand wedding, pretend to be Mrs. Mo, and then complete the task assigned by Mo Chunshan.

So in essence, she and Caijia are the same, they just took Mo Chunshan's money to do things.

Speaking of which, he only took 60,000 yuan today, so he has to have a little professionalism, what the boss said to wear, as long as it doesn't hurt the customs, she will wear it.

It's good that the gold lord is happy.

Thinking of this, she had a little energy and restrained her carelessness just now.

Caijia also saw that He Wan'er was different today, but when it came to the private matter between He Guan'er and Mo Chunshan, she didn't ask much about it.

Within a few minutes, the foreign tailor who came to China with the wedding dress took the wedding dress to be changed and immediately modified it, and only then did Jia send He Guaner back to the Shancheng Newspaper Building.

The car stopped on the side of the road, He Wan'er got out of the lane, Cai Jia stopped her, and took a document bag out.

Inside the bag was a thin booklet with no words on the cover, just a few delicate pink roses.

Caijia said: "This is the wedding plan determined by Mr. Mo. The wedding is on the weekend, so if there is anything that needs to be changed, it is better to propose it as soon as possible, and the wedding should be revised as soon as possible. ”

He Wan'er answered, took the bag and hastily stuffed it into his handbag, and hurried upstairs regardless of the wrinkles on the crusty cover.

When Mo Chunshan returned to Linjiang Mingmen, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he found He Guan'er sitting on the sofa, his face sinking like water, and he seemed very unhappy.

"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing the corners of his forehead that were aching.

He Wan'er stiffened his face and pointed to the crumpled booklet on the coffee table: "Caijia said that this is your wedding plan." ”

Mo Chunshan walked over and took a look at it, and replied, "Yes, what's the problem?"

"What's the problem?" He Wan'er almost trembled, "Why is there a kissing session?"

"Western-style weddings, don't all have this link?" Mo Chunshan frowned, "You promised your aunt that you were willing to change to Western-style on the same day, and I didn't say anything that day." ”

In the fixed part of a Western-style wedding, the groom must kiss the bride, and other links can be streamlined, but this link is essential.

"Then why didn't you remind me!" He Wan'er was angry, "You obviously thought of it, didn't you?"

She couldn't speak, but what she wanted to express was - what to do! This is completely different from what she thought at the beginning!

Mo Chunshan sighed and said, "I really didn't remind you at the time, but if you think about it, I don't have parents, and your father has passed away, who will accept our three kneels and nine bows on the stage? ”

After a pause, he lowered his voice: "I thought, you know. ”

"I know, what do I know? Don't forget, you promised that there would be no physical contact at the wedding! If I had known that this would be the case, I wouldn't have agreed!" He Wan'er gritted his teeth, almost roaring.

"Well, you make an offer. Mo Chunshan narrowed his eyes and became irritable for a moment, "It's just a kiss, how much do you think it will be?"

As soon as these words came out, a trace of regret was wiped in his eyes, but he immediately looked as usual, as cold and hard as usual.

He Wan'er was already stunned: "Mo Chunshan, you think you can buy anything with money, right?"

She recalled the 60,000 yuan in the morning, and she did not protest after receiving the money, nor did she return the money immediately as she did that time, so Mo Chunshan once again used the money to trample on her dignity and remind her that there was an insurmountable gap between them.

Mo Chunshan didn't answer He Wan'er's question, but only looked back at her eyes, looking at the dimness of the eyes that had been full of starlight, and looking at the fog that gradually gathered in her eyes.

However, the tears did not fall after all.

"I'm still hoping that we're all equals, but in this way, you've always been on top. Mr. Mo, thank you for teaching me this lesson. ”

The fragility and unwillingness in her eyes gradually dissipated, her starry eyes suddenly brightened, and her voice was as calm as ever.

After speaking, she turned around and left, and before she walked a few meters away, Mo Chunshan stopped her: "You haven't given me a definite answer yet, whether the wedding plan is approved or not." ”

"Your business, don't you just say it, is my opinion important?" He Wan'er replied, his heart getting colder and colder.

"You are always a participant, and if you don't cooperate, this drama will not be able to continue. Mo Chunshan's voice was as cold and calm as ever.

He Wan'er turned his back to him, not angry but laughed: "I can't change the plan you set, but as an actor, I don't know if I will be bad at that time." ”

"You won't," his calm voice sounded behind him, "for the sake of your brother, your family, you will never be willful." He Wan'er, don't be sure about anything, what you see and think now may be far from the truth. And the number of people you can trust from the beginning to the end is far less than the number of people you think you are. ”

He Wan'er stopped and stared back at him: "What do you mean by this?"

"Literally, you don't have to think too much about it. After Mo Chunshan finished speaking, he lowered his head and rubbed her shoulders and walked over, leaving a faint smell of gin in the air.

He Wan'er was stunned in place, and he didn't come back to his senses until he heard the sound of Mo Chunshan closing the door of the study.

Mo Chunshan's words seemed to mean something, but he said it in a fog, and he didn't know what he was referring to.

What is the truth, what is the number of people who can believe far less than she thinks is? Isn't it because she believes in him too much that she has ended up in this inexplicable situation?

What was she to him? Was she really the stand-in for the woman with a tear mole? But what was the tenderness he had shown inadvertently before, the ambiguous words he had said to the extreme?

He Wan'er was aggrieved for a while, and the tears that he had just held back came up again.

"Can't cry!" she muttered to herself, biting her lip to force herself not to cry, and turned around to pick up the wedding plan from the coffee table, almost running away.