Xia Mohan got out of bed and washed up, and after breakfast, he stayed in this room for a day. At noon, a waitress brought lunch, and this feeling reminded her of the days she used to have in a private house.

At dusk, there was movement outside the door again.

A group of uniformed women walked in, and they also pushed in a mobile hanger. On the hangers, there are all kinds of bright red bridal dresses.

There are many newlyweds who come to the night club for a wedding banquet, but there is an unwritten rule in the night club. That is, the bride must wear a bright red dress.

The female stylist picked a bright red cheongsam gauze skirt for Xia Mohan, and the makeup artist began to style Xia Mohan's hair.

From dressing up to makeup to combing hair, Xia Mohan was silent throughout the whole process, silent, and at their mercy.

An hour later, everyone in the room was shocked when they saw Xia Mohan after putting on makeup.

There is no woman who is not beautiful after dressing up, but Xia Mohan's beauty makes everyone have the illusion of coming out of an ancient painting.

"I've put on makeup on countless brides, and you're the most beautiful I've ever seen!" The makeup artist looked at Xia Mohan in the mirror, although she was praising Xia Mohan in her mouth, she thought in her heart that her makeup skills were too good to make Xia Mohan look more beautiful.

Xia Mohan faced the praise of this group of women, and his face was like water.

However, at this moment, she remembered how she felt two years ago when she put on her wedding dress and married Li Yanzhe.

That kind of mood is happiness and intoxication......

Compare the present......

Xia Mohan's heart was like ashes.

After dressing up, the group of gossiping women finally retreated.

Xia Mohan sat in front of the dressing mirror in a daze, looking at herself in the mirror, expressionless.

It wasn't until Peony appeared in the mirror with a person that Xia Mohan's face improved.

"Jasmine, who do you think I've brought you?" Peony said with a smile.

Xia Mohan immediately got up from the chair, turned around and lifted her skirt and ran towards Peony.

Peony watched Xia Mohan running towards her, and she really had the illusion that she seemed to be running towards her.

When a gust of wind blew beside Peony, Xia Mohan had already hugged the person next to Peony.

Seeing this, Peony pursed her lips and turned away in a playful manner, leaving the space here for only these two people.

"Xiaohan, you've lost weight!"

As soon as they met, Qiu Yinong held Xia Mohan's cheeks, her nose was sore, and tears slid down her face with a layer of foundation like a spring.

Xia Mohan looked at her mother, her eyes were red, although she tried not to shed tears, her voice was choked: "Mom, I'm ...... I miss you so much......"

"Mom knows, why doesn't mom want Xiaohan. Mom only hated herself for being incompetent, and involved Xiaohan as well. Qiu Yinong's hand holding Xia Mohan's cheek kept shaking.

Xia Mohan had a stomach full of grievances and wanted to tell her mother, but at this moment, she didn't want to say a word of bitterness. She just wants to hug her mother well, close her eyes, and enjoy the long-lost maternal love.

"Xiaohan, you listen to your mother, your mother has already arranged a car for you. Tonight, after the wedding banquet between you and the eleventh master is over, you go to the last window squatting position in the women's toilet on the third floor to change clothes, and then climb the window to go out, someone outside will pick you up, and he will take you out of the night together. After leaving here, go to live somewhere else. Don't go back to Jincheng, and don't pay attention to your father. After Qiu Yinong let go of Xia Mohan, he suddenly said in a low and hurried tone.