Cheng Xiaorui's taste is always sweet and delicious, Fang Mowei tried his best to press the sao movement in his heart, and tried his best to suppress the vigorous Yu fire in his body.

Because Fang Mowei's soft big hand was restlessly wandering on his body. For a while, Cheng Xiaorui's heart became like a lively and cute rabbit, scurrying up and down.

When Fang Mowei's hand crossed her waist and was about to go down, Cheng Xiaorui hurriedly grabbed his wrist and clasped it to prevent him from going down.

"No, don't ......" she finally spoke, shaking her head incessantly, her eyes full of pleading.

Fang Mowei also stopped according to her meaning, and stopped together with the kiss on the side of Chun, but it was still so close to Cheng Xiaorui.

"What? Isn't that what you like?" Fang Mowei asked her, her tone was very frivolous, and it was full of ridicule of her.

"What I like?" Cheng Xiaorui heard Fang Mowei say this, only to feel that he was inexplicable, and said innocently: "This is not what I like, Brother Mowei, don't do this."

When she said this, there was a hint of reproach from Mo Wei from the other party, and she blocked her chest with one arm and pushed him hard.

It is impossible for Fang Mowei to be pushed by her. He felt that Cheng Xiaorui was pretending to be ignorant, so he picked her chin and said, "Don't you like to do AI with me?" I didn't want to stay with me, but I wanted to do AI with me."

Cheng Xiaorui heard him say this, and her heart suddenly felt like a sharp knife had been inserted, and her rare good mood vanished.

"How can you say that about me?" Cheng Xiaorui raised her head and stared into his deep eyes, although the more she stared, the more painful her heart became.

How can Fang Mowei say that she has known each other for more than a year, and they have experienced many ups and downs together. However, he still didn't believe her as a person. Such as the first ridicule of her, insult her.

However, there is still one thing that makes her feel relieved and relieved, that is, compared to last month on the cruise ship, Fang Mowei's complexion looks much better, her skin is fair and clean, and she has a faint red, and her figure seems to have gained five or six pounds.

So, she tried to hold back. As long as Fang Mowei is fine. A qiē is as he pleases, her left ear goes in and out of the right ear.

The smile on Fang Mowei's lips was even more contemptuous and cold, and he said, "Isn't it? CHENG Xiaorui. No matter how well you act and pretend to be like, others may easily believe it, but I know your details."

"Brother Mo Wei, what's wrong with you today? You misunderstood me. You shouldn't say that." Cheng Xiaorui looked at him worriedly, but didn't know what to do. The heart is apprehensive and there is no opinion.

"I didn't misunderstand you." Fang Mowei gritted his teeth as he spoke, his cold black eyes were mixed with endless hatred for Cheng Xiaorui, and he twisted his eyebrows. He also told her: "Occasionally I think of you, but when I think of you, I just think you're disgusting."

"I'm nauseous?" Cheng Xiaorui was puzzled. At the same time, the mind is messy.

She didn't understand why Fang Mowei was like this, she hadn't seen her for a long time. She naturally stopped messing with him, why did he think she was disgusting?

Could it be that Fang Mowei really hates himself?

Cheng Xiaorui's thin eyebrows are pulled together, and the center of the eyebrows is forked. The more Fang Mowei looked at her, the more he felt that it was an eyesore, and his hand was free to pat on her chubby face, and the pat was fluttering, without pity, but his voice was weak to ask: "In the future, you have to do it yourself, do you understand?"

This is his advice to Cheng Xiaorui, and it is also the most helpless advice. If she continues to insist on being with Guan Haotian, he has no tricks and no right to interfere.

They are just passers-by in each other's hearts, not friends, let alone relatives, but strangers.

Cheng Xiaorui was a little hurt by him, her eyes narrowed, and her voice was also very aggrieved, so she couldn't help but be coquettish with him, saying, "What's wrong with you today?" I've always been a good ......."

"If you do it yourself, you won't be with Guan Haotian." Fang Mowei thought to himself, still hating her for her unclear relationship with Guan Haotian, but he didn't say it, and he wouldn't say it.

Finally, he slowly let go of her, and retreated lonely, gradually moving away from her. The warm yellow light shone above their heads, casting a hazy, lonely, desolate beauty over their bodies.

Fang Mowei turned around and planned to go back.

"Brother Mo Wei!" Suddenly, Cheng Xiaorui shouted to stop his footsteps again, and her voice was urgent.

Fang Mowei stopped in place, his back to her coldly, "Say."

Cheng Xiaorui had long been accustomed to Fang Mowei's rainstorm-like changes, and even more accustomed to his coldness, she opened her mouth, but she wanted to speak again and again, "I...... I want to ......"

Fang Mowei curled her lips coldly, felt that she was ridiculous, and said, "Say whatever you want, don't pretend."

Cheng Xiaorui's heart hurt fiercely, with a weird pain, hehe, at this time, what else is there to say, what's the point of saying it? The past will pass, can a qiē be like it never happened?

Cheng Xiaorui hesitated for a while, and finally said it completely after a while, "No, it's nothing......"

Fang Mowei looked ahead, his gaze was gloomy, and the light released in his dark eyes was mixed with more danger and disgust.

He walked along, and soon he had turned and stepped into the long hallway. The pace is fast and urgent.

"I miss you......" When Fang Mowei's footsteps disappeared, Cheng Xiaorui said very softly, biting her mouth and lowering her head.

She thinks about him, thinks about him all the time, he must not know, and he must not feel it, otherwise he would not have said that about her just now.

Cheng Xiaorui suppressed the loss in her heart, opened the door, and went to the toilet.

Fang Mowei returned to the wedding hall, and Duan Zhiyu saw that he had been in the toilet for so long before coming back, and couldn't help but ask, "Son, why did you go for so long. [,！ ]?"

Their mother and son sat at a table with a few strangers. This is a position that they deliberately exchange with others, in order not to be recognized by others and save the media.

Fang Mowei lifted the tea on the table and poured himself a cup of green tea, pursed his lower lip, and said, "By the way, I smoked a cigarette."

"Oh, I see." Duan Zhiyu nodded, smiled kindly, and didn't forget to nag him: "It's better not to smoke, Mo Wei, you are so young, from today onwards, slowly quit smoking, I think you are about to become an addict."

Fang Mowei was busy eating the delicacies on the table, and Ying Duanzhiyu said meaninglessly and impatiently: "Mommy, don't worry, I won't be an addict, I know how to control myself and be restrained."

Duan Zhiyu didn't think so, she really didn't have to worry about this before. Whether it is smoking or drinking, she does believe that Fang Mowei is a temperate person. And now she is really hard to rest assured, after Gu Qin's death, Fang Mowei was used to giving up on herself, so she killed her, and she no longer believed that Fang Mowei still knew how to cherish her life.

At eight o'clock, the lively wedding banquet hall was filled with the rich aroma of food and wine.

Everyone ate and drank to the fullest.

When the festive atmosphere climbed to the highest tide, Gao Feng and Gu Yao, a couple of newcomers, began to toast to the guests table by table.

A few days ago, Fang Tianzhe went to Australia on a business trip, and now she hasn't come back, she originally planned not to come here to drink the wine, but after the entanglement, she was still determined to come.

First, she really wanted to meet Gu Yao, after all, they were old classmates for many years and former good sisters, although there was a gap in each other's hearts. Second, she also wanted to talk to Gu Yao and talk about Mo Wei and Xiaorui......

Gao Feng and Gu Yao toasted, and soon toasted to their table.

Seeing that the comers were Fang Mowei and Duanzhiyu, instead of Fang Tianzhe and Duanzhiyu, Gao Feng was taken aback, and then a spring breeze smile bloomed on his face.

"Mrs. Fang, Young Master Fang, thank you for your patronage." After Gao Feng finished greeting the others, he raised his wine glass and said to Duan Zhiyu and Fang Mowei.

"Gao Feng, happy newlywed." Duan Zhiyu stood in response to Gao Feng's words, and also raised his wine glass to express his intention to respect him. Then, the peachy eyes moved quietly until they landed beside Gao Feng, the bird-like Gu Yao.

The moment he collided with Duan Zhiyu's gaze, Gu Yao's heart twitched suddenly. Although she was ready to meet Duanzhiyu, this kind of panic couldn't help but laugh.

"Yaoyao, I haven't seen you for twenty years, you haven't changed much." Duan Zhiyu smiled softly, smiled sincerely, not pretentious at all.

Gu Yao was sluggish for three seconds before reacting, and the wine glass in his hand immediately touched Zhiyu's wine glass, "Mrs. Fang......"

Gu Yao called softly, her voice dragged on for a long time, and the embarrassment and panic in her heart were difficult to suppress. Sitting next to Duanzhiyu was Fang Mowei, because her back was to her, she didn't recognize it at first.

Duanzhiyu dried all the red wine in his cup, and so did the other people at the table.

There was not much time for this meeting, Gao Feng and Gu Yao still had to go to the next table, and before leaving, Duan Zhiyu called Gu Yao again, "Yaoyao, wait a minute......

Gu Yao was wearing a classical cheongsam, and turned back easily when she heard the sound.

"Mrs. Fang, is there something wrong?" Gu Yao asked with a flat expression. Duan Zhiyu has always called her Yaoyao, but she calls Duan Zhiyu Mrs. Fang.

Duan Zhiyu knew that Gu Yao was just outside, and he didn't treat her as a sister or even a friend.

"Let's have a meal together in a few days." The smile of Duanzhi fish is dignified and decent.

"Okay, see you then." Gu Yao said, and after speaking, he continued to walk with Gao Feng.

Duan Zhiyu sat back on her stool, Fang Mowei had already sat down, and asked her puzzledly, "Mommy, what do you want to talk about with her?"

Duan Zhiyu looked at Fang Mowei casually, and at this time there was a hint of joy in her eyes, and said: "Of course it's reminiscence, Mommy and her are old classmates in college for four years, don't you know?" And I'll call the other two sisters then."

Fang Mowei naturally knew, but he didn't believe it. Anyone can see that Gu Yao's indifferent attitude just now is that the relationship with her is not very good, reminiscing about the old, and talking about the old.

"Mommy, you can talk about the old days, don't talk about other things then." Fang Mowei told her that he didn't want his mommy to go out and touch nails.

"Don't worry, son, no, absolutely not." Duan Zhiyu played the package ticket and said with a smile. (To be continued)