It's as if a new continent has been discovered, whispering and discussing.

None of the people on the field listened to the following speeches, and everyone was desperately digesting the news.

But the one walking in Vanity Fair is not a human spirit, all of them are experts in seeing the wind and steering the rudder, and everyone's eyes are focused on Su Yu'er for a while.

After the opening, Su Mingzhe took Su Yu'er off the stage and came to greet them, and there was an endless stream of people who climbed the relationship.

Especially those young masters, Su Xinnuan is Mo Qingcheng's fiancée, so naturally she doesn't dare to think about it.

But Su Yu'er can, catching Su Yu'er doesn't mean catching the Su family, besides, this is biological, and the status is definitely different.

There are also a lot of celebrity ladies, who come forward to introduce themselves, thinking about getting acquainted.

Su Yu'er was already beautiful, her silver-white dress was studded with broken diamonds, and even the headbands on her long black hair were embedded with various colored gems, standing in the center of the crowd, like a bright pearl, radiant.

She'd been here before, but she was a humble servant, and these young ladies didn't bother to look at herself, as if they would dirty their eyes.

But at this moment, she was held by their stars like the moon, and her face was full of enthusiasm and sincerity.

Scold!

What an irony!

Su Yu'er quietly dealt with it, just like she had fantasized and practiced thousands of times before.

Her gaze swept over them from time to time, and her heart warmed when she looked at the corner standing, and for a moment her vanity was greatly satisfied.

As soon as she looked back, she saw Mo Qingcheng coming in from the gate, he was wearing a military uniform, and under the big-brimmed hat was a handsome face to the extreme, the straight military uniform made his tall body a little domineering, and the momentum crushed all the people present.

His blue eyes swept around and looked at her, and she was about to respond with a charming smile when the man's gaze was coldly withdrawn and fell into the corner.

Su Yu'er looked at the tall and majestic figure that walked past towards Xinnuan, and the coldness in her eyes flashed.

In the previous life, it was also such a scene, Su Yuer was surrounded by people, and at that time she also knew that people were cold, but in the end, she was just a high-spirited little girl, and her heart was naturally indescribably sour and lost.

But she still maintained a dignified smile, and even led Su Yuer to introduce the people she knew to her one by one, and worked hard to maintain her image as Miss Su and the first lady.

I took a sip of wine, thinking that I really did a lot of stupid things to cover my ears and steal the bell in my previous life, I was a complete fool!

Thinking of this, Xinwen picked up the cup and put it to his lips, and was about to drink it, but the goblet was held by a big hand.

Xin Nuan raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him through the glass, his blue eyes were full of nervousness and worry, and his handsome face was slightly tense, very serious.

Mo Qingcheng took the wine glass in her hand and put it on the table, his big hand gently put it on the corner of her lip stained with wine, and gently wiped it away with his slender fingers, his eyes were full of pity, "My heart is warm," he called affectionately, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Not long after he returned home, he was called back to the army, the meeting was over, he didn't change his clothes, and hurried to this side, when he received a call and learned about the changes in her family.

He naturally knew the faces of these people, asked the driver to get out of the car, drove by himself, and almost drove the car into the air, he was afraid that she would be too sad and too difficult, and wanted to come to her side quickly.

This gaze again, gentle and affectionate, is like a net, which traps itself until it kills her.

Thinking of the past, Xin Nuan only felt that he was tired, and he turned around to leave, but his strong arm wrapped around her unbearable waist from behind.

Xinnuan crashed into his arms, leaning on his strong and warm chest, trying to break free, but he held his arm and easily controlled it.

"Don't be too upset," Mo Qingcheng lowered his voice and said, "My Mrs. Mo." ”

For her, there is no other word in this world that is more ironic!